Seasoned Reminiscence A Culmination

As my mind covers you wholly… It had been fathomed abstrusely Journeying with you in quintessence As I touched your bosom With care sharing a love note… You knelt before me… Fulfilling all my desires… Another autumn sprouted With a chivalric and mysterious Lover, the reason for my lovely dawn And times of romantic dusks… Fall and love fall… Sweet and bitter cruises Alluring moods Still holding back… Disgusting talks nudging me Cajoled still attempting to make it right… Memoirs left behind Still eulogizing you and will be till I die My love making your hands bleed… Nothing went right… Reminiscence behold me to live And never will another autumn sprout for me…

After a long gap I was spending my holidays in my own land .Visiting relatives and closed ones after a long gap was indeed an exuberant happiness .Apart from that the warm climate rejuvenated me bringing in the sweet memories of childhood .The Kannur special cuisines drove me crazy when my Grandma made the very homely, yummy dishes and its very delicious when it’s made from her own hands (which fed me all these years). Although the journey was tiresome, a 7 hours travel from Kochi ….After taking a light nap at my home (The Tharavadu as Malayalis call it) and making a stride through the yard which was once a beautiful flamboyant garden in the front with lush edible fruit bearing trees beyond…a playground for me and my cousins …we moved to visit our relatives… Many tearful eyes made me heavy when I poured gifts for them…although their happiness eased my mind and soul. The idols and photos placed in my home brought tears in me. The photo of Krishna hugging the cow was still lovely alt

I have no words to say other than sarcasm that’s flowing thru my mind… A crucial incident paved the way to this vehemence…. I don’t know when it will change… A feeling of indifference to everything… Again onwards sincerity will only be a playful part of life.  I am bitten by a snake, the poison and the wound will take time to vanish and I don’t know how long…maybe till my life ends…or may be after some years…but it is really painful. This is leading into an soar vengeance…and will one day blurt…That incident will take time longer than usual… The bad taste of waiting for long, bleeding all years will one day show the way to the ultimate aim… I am waiting for that day…

I am feeling really nostalgic today…I don’t know may be the climate that changed my mood to this feeling…But I love it. After having a steaming pot of tea, I came to my office a bit early today…Having not much to do other than a little bit of work, my mind wandered about the very existence of nature and true essence it gives to all. The climate plays in important part to add colors of feelings to a dreamy person. Actually I am talking about myself and this feel which I cannot explain enchants me with a lull. This attraction in which atmosphere and nature are part of it brings in itself the real pleasure of existence. I love this air, the feel of nothing yet bringing in a vivid charisma of beauty. The fresh feel, the lazy feel, the goodness feel, the happiness of existence, all lovely beyond words… I am sailing in an ocean… I am an island in the deep blue sea… Only water surrounds Feels great to see the vastness Bountiful love of nature Embraces me and puts me n a cradle Natures

When heat is at its brink Sweat makes me wet, Scorching heat and Then a pour of rain Winter made its way With great feel of coziness Under the cover of a cloth Shrilling cold and cloudy sky Flowers bloomed … A butterfly flew past me… A dream unscathed With beautiful petals … Thorns of roses Articulated the picture… I fled past the river To see the serene blue sky’s Mirror image, Rain poured in… A source of love pervades… Happiness melted and freshened The ventilated heart I felt a path of clear life In front of me… I will pray and pray… Till I reach the Supreme soul To make myself pure Winter came with a reason… For making a life pure The serene feel unfolds A million desires Of pure love … God I love the very feel Of your ultimate presence…

I was eagerly awaiting her arrival…She came to this world with a cry…and filled my life with colorful moments of happiness. I could not tell my enthusiasm when I became a mother…A success in life in fact...My life changed for her. When I unravel led my past I felt I was obscure, jealousy and selfish. But now I am a mother and I know my responsibilities of a mom .Me and my hubby named her as Malavika as we planned earlier and we call her “Malu” the cute little Malu. She is growing and each of her movements; finer nuances were felt …every subtle moment was cherished. She is 1 year 1 month old and when she calls me amma I feel I am the most blessed mother in this world to have her, to make her happy, to love her, to adore her, to care her and to do all small things for her. My life had a meaning now and now I live for her …I am working my best manner to make her the most beautiful, most lovable and the sweetest gal. When I reach home after work I have an angel waiting for me with th

Some sudden idea came to my hubbys mind and we moved into one of the most exotic places in Kerala.The Munnar known for the mountain rich Tea plantations, lush and powerful waterfalls, and sandal wood forests making itself a rich scenic beauty to our eyes. We started off Saturday evening without even booking a hotel or a resort. We moved from Kochi into its interiors-Kothamangalam, Moovattupuzha etc when suddenly we thought of calling a friend so that we can book a hotel. Since it was season time and our neighbor warning of about nonstop rain and human chain made our mind go hay way and to top it most of the hotels were full .My mom continuously warned us about the misty climate covering the deep forest at the high range making ourselves panic-stricken although we enjoyed the travel. Since it was past 7.00pm and about 30 km High Range travel and rain drizzling with cloudy environment made us plan to stay at Adimali.My hubby inquired at a nearby hotel about rooms but couldn’t get one b

Yesterday I was going through the book by Paulo Coelho, “The Valkyries”.Initially the topic didn’t seem interesting although there was a good flow because of the simple language used .Time and then I forget about this but the theme is really interesting and the suspense is brought till the last line of the book. Many a times I got stuck by this theme and wanted to know more about it. Although some of the strange patterns of waves exhorted by the brain reckons through my mind and since the strange behavior will not reoccur, but I dream of an enhanced version of the same to happen to me again. I cannot forget the month April 2004 since that month brought a drastic change in the realm of world around me and my mental connotation. My attitude towards the worldly existence and strange things happening to me was the ultimatum of this drastic provocation .Many times counselors helped me revert back into normal equilibrium to the state of my mind. But my inner space quivered for more skipp

I don’t remember the time… My childhood a rare collection of, Colors like a rainbow In the dusty storm and lusty nature… I played drawing pictures… Painting my days of life with vivid, Aesthetic scenery of natural beauty… I don’t know my birth, but Memoirs of first existence of me Can be portrayed cleanly… Still those days brings havocs of Fear in the midst of clean image Even as a child, eagerness of learning May be the culprit of my destiny I myself brought into this stage I don’t know God, y me? Black widow wasp viciously entangled In her arms, kicking my innocence. Atrocities to human intelligence, Twist the grey cells for pleasure And may be a revenge to self Pushing many a nurturing young mind Into the darkness of life… Bizarre carnivore’s thoughts An instance may be this… Life gives us many a roses Thorns hidden beneath Mere sorrows give strength To traverse the serendipitous passage The glowing sun…in the horizon Burning fire, its life enticin

There was a time when Everything I wished came true... World came to me... I don’t remember the time Shower of joy poured in I don’t remember when.... Clock repeats not time.... My cerebrum touching cranium Still memory fading away... Glorious days, I wish I m Better be near a Black hole I can revert my life and time. When life turns against me I want a projection A travel beyond vision... Escapism from reality I want a mirage to happen In vain, all theoretical.. When I can’t think no more.... Not sleep, not death, a transient stage... I want to seclude myself Within boundaries Away from external contact.. Inventions..Pure theories In life s secretive beauty Unpredicamentism melts away... Creativity knew no fathom Source code of life is indeterminable Composition of joy and sorrows When birth comes death comes In the end it s a tale

Difficult, excruciating pain Life swaying in the wind Moments of joy withered away My heart sank! I realized it. Half of my auricle broken I cannot withstand…. I’m experiencing heart break Happiness soon went away. I am butchered with a knife Bloody flow full of sorrow I cried to soothe my mind In vain, our love was envied… Memories of the past hovering Lost, Im lost, Im alone, Oh God... Dropped from a high altitude Destiny brought us here No one to complain I suppressed, My sadness between my teeth Thoughts popping up, I grudged Sweet dreams fading away I never knew I ll be here Devastated, with mental agony So severe, Big mistake, great lessons learned. Thy fruit so palatable, I ate But I didn’t know… It was kissed by a poisonous snake. Its venom still flowing I pray to God Endless nights passed on Slowly I was put in a death cradle I slept with a secure hand holding me…

As I feel the way of success... My mind unwinds many a faces… Clean ventilated and carpeted rooms Where many a keyboard strikes… Mannerisms I find bluish, no talks Someone murmuring at the corner… No friendly gaze on any eyes… Where only systems and hands talk I m ashamed of this … I hate the way their profile pervades Atmosphere of cruelty Many envisaged their real posture… Room freshened with Thoughts of logics and coding Many a mind fathomed the deep sea Never an Einstein has conquered… Too many legends… Omniscience of cult nowhere. Over berry’s folly at the Mouth of Arabian Sea The crux of which lies here… Causing delusions… Sounding beetles everywhere Still the silence creeps in… Loneliness swallowed I m Craving for energetic breath Still hectic work holds me And puts me in seat…

I’m obsessed; I don’t know when it happened... Unfulfilled Dreams, wishes I cherished, The size of a vampire Transformed into an upliftment... A narrow sift to virtuality, a deviation. Drugged, the word I can say, an experience So beautiful, I wished I had one more... Valleys and hills traversed The dynamic power of dopamine My childhood days are back Color filled moments, nostalgic The feel of dewdrops and muddy earth Stories I read, centuries old, reverberated Through my mind, I feared... Vague feel of lunatism, songs so melodious. An albatross perched upon a tree…. A whimsical touch for my feel… Visual hallucinations, auditory perceptions Real correlation to Augmented Reality I asked myself, am I taken to a wonderland? Am I a sleeping beauty who opened? A genie in the bottle? I can make my wish come true... Not a Genie but genes behind the scene. Mutation, An error in meiotic phase! Rupture of double helical structures… Passed on from centuries back. D

My pen down moods come rarely but when I m immersed into that , a hell lot of feelings and wordings pass through my cerebrum that I sometimes find hard enough to pick the best from it... The first occurrence of spotting myself came in the past 4 years and tumultuous moods makes me weird and even in the midnight I wake up and pen it down so that I don’t forget when I wake up in the morning...My passion and fascination for poems is culminated as I pass some real life observations and experiences and will continue to sail on ... Talents are a blessing and it’s been given in every form..realizing and nurturing them is the toughest part...Sometimes I need to crack myself to get that every aspect of feeling in my visualization and making it into paper...life is a continuous spectrum of colors like a vibgyor and each feel, thought and memories emphasizes colors to life... Ne'er in my past life I thought of being a writer or poet and now I myself craving for something, the energy