Indelible Musings

Source Pitter Patter! Pitter Patter!  Rain plays a rhythmic sound.. I soak in the fragrance of wet earth.. A drop on my cheeks, comes trickling down to my lips.. A drop on the leaves of that plant.. comes trickling down to my palms.. As I try holding on to the droplets, They merge with the lines on my palm.. Playing " Catch me if you can"  I struggle to close the palms, to not let the droplets fall.. Caught in the web of struggle, I fumble, I tumble, but in vain, One last effort in 'catching' the droplet I make use of a tiny tumbler, This time the droplet gives way and trickles from the tip of my fingers to the bottom of the tumbler.. That droplet taught me a lesson divine, Light is there at the end of every tunnel, Dark clouds always part their way for the rising sun, Setting sun always makes way for the milky moon, The twinkling stars shine on a dark and sultry night, Failure paves the way for pinnacle of succ...

Source I have the power in me, in my mind, in my body, in my soul... Power to look within, to feel happiness, to forgo hatred... I have the power in me, to make this world a better abode to be in... To turn the tide against the mighty mean world... To shift the balance towards an innocuous world... I have the power in me, to think exceptional... To change the sight, smell and sound in and around... My thoughts are my words, my being.. They are my clout, an addition to my firm self.. I strive to perceive, only the best... Abandoning the adverse, absorbing the rest... I look towards the lightening and thunder in the sky... The raindrops pierce through the dark sky... Bringing a sense of joy and new found energy... My thoughts hang in that moment... Forgoing all things said and done... I realize the power was always in me... The need was to soak in with the power in me...

Image source: http://blessedliez.deviantart.com/art/Thoughts-Become-Things-376571416 If “thoughts” indeed became “things”; I would be dead by now. Startled with what I just wrote? Don’t be. This “thought” about “death” has been coming to me since I don’t know when. It reached a step further only now. People would categorize the problem that I am suffering from as “depression”, “loneliness”, and so on and so forth. But can you possibly be a “loner” even in a “crowd”? Can you be “depressed” even after you have poured your heart out to a friend/best friend/first friend/boyfriend/mom/dad? I suppose the answer cannot be a straight yes or no. It is a mix of both. So, what has driven me to the extent that I am “thinking” about “death”? I guess I have this crazy fascination of thinking about how my life would be when I will be lying on the funeral pyre. Will the people, who had been around me for all those years, shed a drop or two of tears as I lay there ready to be burnt? Or wi...

They say what you do / what happens to you, on the first day of a new year, goes on for the entire year. I do not know how far that's true or could possible have anything to do; but there is no other better way (I guess) to start the new year with, than doing what you love the most. So, here I write the first post for this year wishing you all a very very Happy and Prosperous New Year. I am sure what's gone has gone for the better and what's arrived has arrived to make your life best. The year that's gone by has surely had its own set of happiness and love, ups and downs, positives and negatives; let's hope this new year will bring in a serenity that you may have desired all through the past year. Here is something I wish to share with you all, which if you like, are most welcome to follow :-) 1. DO NOT make any resolutions. Live each day to its fullest. No need for short-term or long-term goals even. Simply let each day takes its own course. 2.  W...

You know it is definitely not an easy task to "write" however, it is surely an arduous task to think, imagine, create and then "write." Poetry, for me, somehow falls in the latter category though surprisingly, whatever poems I have written till date have always been impromptu. Hence, I guess I was correct in choosing a theme like this for my "Keep Calm and Stay Positive" series. It will not only give me the mind to think and write but also nurture my ability to be impromptu. This poem is a mix of both kind of writing. While the starting few lines had been hovering on my mind since long, the rest just followed as I typed through. Walk into oblivion Her eyes said it all The 'kohl' was smudged Like she had cried the whole night The lipstick was smeared all over   Like someone had forced upon her. Yet when she emerged out of the dark windows She had never looked so serene and calm Whether it was her way to hide  the atrocities meted out...

I know I have not really followed the days pattern in my series to be positive. No excuses, just a plain simple reason, I wasn't keeping well, neither could I manage to think of poem nor did my little kiddo give me the time to sit down, relax and write something that I wanted to write. I do not know if am succeeding in keeping calm and staying positive however, I do know for a fact that writing these posts do give me that hint of staying positive even if it is for a matter of few seconds. I like it. And, probably because of this I may continue writing these posts till I complete 30 poems, doesn't matter whether I am able to keep the days in order or not. There is nothing really that came into my mind while writing this poem. I merely remembered a scene outside my window, while I was having breakfast standing next to it and looking at the tree outside. There were four crows which tried to shoo away the Koel, which was trying to poke inside the nest of some other bird. They al...

There is a sense of agony in my mind Trying to fathom the obvious I stumble upon memories That are not to be remembered. Driving me through those memories My mind wanders into another zone Where there is no grief, no sorrow Where there is only joy and smiles. I think harder, plunge deeper Deep into the zone which is unbelievable But in vain, as there is a void Before the zone, which takes me in. I had dared to overlook the void I had tried to trespass over it But in vain, as the void was clever It caught me off guard without a warning. Yet I emerge out of the void This time stronger than it imagined And as it tried pulling me in again I shunned it away Like there wouldn't come another day Like there wouldn't come another chance. Traversing my mind's path I see the zone which is unbelievable I move my hand to hold onto it Like a thin air, it holds my hand Takes me into the zone where there are no sorrows, only joy. It takes me deeper and deeper F...

I know its been long past the fifth day and I should have posted it before. But I couldn't manage earlier seriously and so I am a little later than never :) Day 5, Poem Five: I am your life Life isn't about what you have Life isn't about what you have not Life is all about living in the moment Life isn't about only sorrows and grief Life isn't about only happiness and need Life is all about coexisting Such is your life that you seldom find time Yet you behave like you have given all your time Time is important, for you and for me But don't make it look like  yours is more important than mine. Like you, I too am coexisting I may not be the happiest  I may not be the saddest  But what I am is your companion Longing for your belonging I want you to hold me within Like you hold you lover I am your life,  You exist because I do. Don't chide me away Like I am good for nothing Keep me in your spirits  Let yourself flow with time ...

I have to confess. It's a tough deal to stay positive for a day, forget an entire month. I have been thinking everyday rather putting myself in the comfort zone and trying to be as positive and as cheery as possible. However, something or the other keeps cropping up and all my penchant for staying positive goes for a toss. I fail to understand why is it so tough to be positive everyday? Why can't we keep aside the negativity and move on? Why is it that if something wrong happens with us, we keep on to it forever and ever? We simply refuse to grow up, it seems. There's got to be something that drives us towards a positive outlook everyday. What could that be? It could be a warm hug, a gentle kiss, a cute smile, blooming flowers, so on and so forth. That's precisely what we should be looking for to have that zeal to carry on. As I write this post about being positive, my mind is playing a game with my heart. While the latter wants me to be positive, the previous has so...

Happy Children's Day to all! I know its a bit too late to wish now. But its better late than never. No? So, in my attempt to stay positive and keep calm, I am going to attempt my third poem in this post. Though the three days have been hardly anywhere close to being positive, I have at least tried being calm. It is as if no one around me likes me being positive or is it that they are jealous of me being positive? Who cares. Since, it being Children's Day, what better theme to choose for my third poem than the children themselves. Oh Lord, She's a girl She gasped for breath, Clutched the sheets,  "Push, Push" said the doctor She was breathing heavily Her noise was loud and clear; "Hold on, Hold on" said the doctor She was waiting for it to let go As she let it go, A loud cry freed her  from the labor pain, The doctor smiled, She faked a smile, The doctor held her little soul  cupped in his hands Her smile broadened  as she saw her ...

It's that time of the year, when the entire India witnesses Autumn but our very own Madras (Chennai) has its share of monsoon. And, It's rained hell lot since yesterday. So much so that the schools were shut (same old story) and there was water everywhere (Nothing new here too). But amidst that rainy weather, like how rains usually lighten up your mood and brighten up your day, there were several of those winged wonders huddling on the parapet, the trees, the shades (wherever they could find it) and shutting themselves from everything around. I couldn't help but stare at them and how they moved to remove that one drop of water which probably had fallen on them while they flew from one tree to the other looking for a shade from the incessant drizzle. But still they showed no sign of distress, because they believed they were in safe haven.  Inspired by those winged wonders, who believed, is my second poem:  That bird on  the Peepal Tree Seven 'o' clo...

Are you wondering where is this coming from? Well, well, well, I am inspired. A bit too much. I started reading "The Secret" by Rhonda Byrne (okay now don't give that 'I-should-have-read-it-earlier kind of look). I am done with reading it. What have I derived? Positive vibes. So much so that I am inspired to write an entire blog post on it. Rather, I am inspired to 'Stay Positive'. Going by the kind of person I am, I thought of challenging myself a step further. Hence, I am going to definitely follow what I have been inspired to do. Not for a day, but for an entire month. Thirty Days. Period! What new am I going to do in these thirty days, I haven't yet thought about this. However, when a day of being positive can make me write this post. I wonder what can a month long of positive feel can make me do. I remember a friend of mine doing a month long culinary experiment on her blog during our Durga Puja festival. Now, my month long 'Stay Positive' ...