Seasoned Reminiscence A Culmination

The mind is called a Satan The way it has gone through my mind I hate to call me dignified I have my own mental fallacies Of which the Satan have his hands Today I am utterly beckoned Of my deeds and me being a mere woman I disguised myself to be another of flesh The act wherein I wanted freedom My Lord , Is this me who wrote about you So lovingly and from my beautiful bosom The mind was full of spiritual presence and then of something else to be pity about But the life wherein I wanted you... In my heart of mixed feelings and sentiments I am what I wanted to be , Then I am just a wrath of a flesh Meagre mind , call it a bison of nil heart What difference does it make? Then you have finished your work with me Lord, I feel a diminished you in me... And the medication is making the havoc Null and void is what I have for you You have crushed me in your arms Vanishing all the angelic powers Of which I boasted of every other day W

There are times at which we have to adjust to the will of others and anytime dependency is a must. Today I learned so much about the word called “Help” and how much important it is in our daily life. Till to this day I never had any idea how much you can be an assistance to many , maybe it is related to work ,family life, or anything that comes to our life. Love one another and help others to rise to the higher levels, simply by pouring out love. Love is infectious and the greatest healing energy . Sai Baba I have come across a few who have at my “least bad attitude” come across and seemingly poured the gem of love and peace within me. Not to forget my parents who are always with me whatever happen to me. So many amounts of giving and talking is necessarily to rapidly change from a “Arrogant” human to a healthy and wholeheartedly helping man. I am talking about myself here. I have to admit that I am at the least corner of the heart when it comes to helping someone, but t

The qualms for giving way for his life Heaving up of the blotted love with pains The darkness and the brightness together Puts me into numbness and in vacuum I saw the emptiness in this heart of mine Alone … Cry what may! No loss No gain…devoured emptiness … My Life is in your hands now Quest and hunger for that precious love Just don’t know what to tell or how to describe You are my Life, my peace, My pain and my love… Tell me once again… Wave away my pain once again…

The sincere heart will be able to understand him, love him with all humility, the one whose life path was treacherous owing to good will and humbleness may acquire that love. May I take you to the road of Temples wherein the deities have been outshining with love and compassion? Towards the end of the Millennium, may be all will be hopeful enough to love the Supreme Power. The sowing of the seeds and the watering of the saplings is necessary to get into the world of divinity. The level of sufferings and pain is outnumbered and slowly the heart seeks the Divine Power. Offering prayers and rituals are a way of inviting the Ultimatum into your heart, that Infinite Brahman will shine and you will be astonished with happiness .When we talk of Divinity it is not the figure or the idol that you worship, but a form or energy that has the Power to destroy, the Power to Create and Power to Maintain the cosmos .Cultural Diversities is at the peak of the Mountain of Religion. Hopefully all relig

The mere tree stood there in the midst Of the crowd of aunties and young’s The ants made their way to and fro She was in the middle of the branches Checking each time not to get a bite The guava tree stood there offering a hide Its vivid beauty with the light green leaves Beautiful and ecstatic feel. The imperfect status and the wind waves Crept its way through the house hidden The yellow paintings and glasses of old fashion Casted the feel of an old and weary inn.  The yellow guava tree added the old glamour With lots of green guavas for the players The settee was canopied with leaves of the old tree The busy aunties had their talks of respect And egoistically murmured about their well beings The pride in them about their good husbands The flying bird of the garden took notice… She was right atop busying with her guava bite She had the company of this bird… Bluish and greenish feathers all over… The sounds and chit chats is weary for this soul The tan whi

The wild and the tanned body The Ganges flowing out of you from the cusp The third eye is open and furious   The weary soul and the Nataraj dances The mad and broken heart speaks Of the Devi symbol he adored The fire and air is high atop and created fumes The mind of unwanted thought s about her… Made him dance vivaciously far and across The half moon twinkled in the light of fire The conch was blown and trumpeted a lot The heart was aloud with unfair moves He danced with the beat of his heart And she was in the fumes and out of his life

The greatest of the power, when said is just two small words and that is called Divine Love. When you have gone through the seemingly unending sufferings, when the world of turmoil has casted a lasting embark on your life and when all has doomed into the hell, the life of compassion and love forms in. The love has bloomed in and you can see a pouring of that compassion and pure love of Divine.   Take me to thee, Son of God May I speak your true love…? Call me and I am there at your feet The valour and glam has perished… The weak body and tarred soul seeking far The glorious has risen in me The impending love will be shining here   May I talk my heart of Divinity and one day everyone may seek this, the all comforting love of God. The distances you have gone so far, the way of work you have been handed upon, the responsibilities and the tensions of life have gone too much. The sufferings and pains endured by each of them will vanish. I wish to tell you and may you h

I love the dusky atmosphere and would love to write something about my wand, my magical wand. Tulsi have a great importance for me as I offer every day to my beloved Lord. Tulsi is my magical wand; God can come back to you returning your love. As each day, a leaf dies at your feet; my God. I too received a lemon tea with two leaves of Tulsi, with so much medicinal properties in my cafeteria, just for me….I don’t know how much I love you dear God. And this dusk is more beautiful as I think of you….

ആദ്യമായി വന്നെത്യ താരമേ മിഴ്യിൽ പെയ്തിരന്ഗ്യ തുള്ളികളെ ഓര്ത്പൊയ് അകലെ പോയ ഒര്മകളെ മിന്നി മറയുന്ന നീ എന്ന സ്നേഹമേ നിശയിൽ വിരിഞ്ഞ സ്വപ്നമേ കന്നാട്യിൽ എന്റെ പ്രദിദ്വനി ആയി എത്യോ നീ വിരഹം ഒരു മദുര സ്പന്ദനമെല്ലെ എത്രെയോ രാവുകളിൽ നീ എന്നെ തഴുക്യൊ എന്നോ മാഞ്ഞുപോയ തിരകളിൽ ആദ്യിൽ ഹൃദയഗാനം മീട്യോ നീ എന്നും അലകളിൽ കുളിരായി നീ വിശ്വാമായ്പകെര്നെല്ലോ എന്നിൽ നീ സഞ്ചാര വേഗതെയിൽ അഴ്നു പൊയ്ഞാൻ കൂടിനായ് എത്യ സൌഹൃദം നിഴലയെല്ലോ നിന്നെ ഓർത്തു പാടി ഓരോ ഗാനവും മുരള്യിൽ ഊത്യ മദുര ഗാനങ്ങൾ ഇന്നുഞാൻ ഉണർനെല്ലോ നിന്റെ പാട്ടിൽ നിൻ സ്വരമാനെല്ലോ എന്ൻ കാതിൽ ഉള്പരപ്പായ് വന്നാലും നീ എന്റെ കൂടെ ഓർമകളെ മറന്നുപോയെല്ലോ നിന്നെ എന്ൻ മലര

The random ways of thoughts coming out The lovely ways of the bygone days The mutual love led me through The love and the love that have passed The question of what and how Have gone away from my heart The calm sadness vibrated through my heart The sprouts of vampires knocking the mind Am alone and don't know the aftermath The loved ones ways make me embarrassing The past tenderly gave the pain of something For which there is no answer! The memories washed away with summer rain Now the clear wind is happy with a dotted smile The breeze have made it cool and cozy The warm nest of someone's heart I shared The hold of a half decade is a pity maketh I wish not to hold on, it's absurd Pretty much, I had and didn't lose anything Except the Centre of my being My heart is away for a while and dipped In oil and grease of the past And worn and torn and making high sounds Haveth my heart someone and make it ring bells And let me f

My journey to Anantapuri was a triumph although I came out with a missing heart and a mind to this City. Studying was the main priority and I was put into a Training Center by my Daddy. Visiting Temples was one my main Hobby those days as I was alone and culprit of an aftermath of a seizure. I never gave it a thought to live life free and with fewer hassles as my priority was studies and always tensed of a failure. But this seizure brought me into a carefree life wherein there are many other options rather than this big hell called studies. I have opened a Blue Mountain full of Treasures. My Mountain was always Blue, the reason which I should ask my mind. I never got an answer for this but, I am enjoying life the way it is. Without many problems to ponder about, I lived in Trivandrum very beautifully. I used to visit places alone. Living the way it wanted to be, I started learning things, more of practically than the books offered. Although DOTNET was never my subject, I quit  a

The man kissed her hand Bowed and handed her that love The love called Rose The Red rose The thorns for the beauty To make her protected , secured Still plucked and given The beauty of the Redness The slender stem... The petals so smooth The glow of dark redness the fragrance so deep The lastness of a day The beauty getting darker The fusion of the love The loved ones beloved gift The petals plucked out The skin damaged The flower spoiled And torn and tired You my beauty , My Red Rose The pale and the dead The half broken and kept To be seen as a clown To the world

My debut book "With Thousand Eyes"  was released this Saturday.If you love the way I write or have found any depth in my poems you can get in touch with me for this Book.This dedicated to all who love my work and I am blessed because of the readers I have... Thanks for all your blessings and Prayers...

The wake up call is kept at 6 AM, 6.30 AM, 7 AM, and 8 AM, only to get up at 8.30 AM.What a confidence! Late always to office and there is no time to prepare food. I can see reading books have been one of my musings. The bus 335E that takes me to office takes one hour and luckily if you get a seat you can read two chapters! Good Na. So I am finding ample time for good reading. My office has a brand new library with lots of collections of both technical and non technical (Novels omg) also So what next! The poem collections are being released this Saturday…a sigh of relief .At last something has come up to be happy about. I just don’t have much idea about other functions ie happening in the Society, but only office>home>office. The politics is always the same, not much hype in any…other news that made waves across India is Sanjay Dutt being caught once again and some rape incidents. The Honorable Minister Ganesh Kumar resigned after following a dramatic stupidity of incidents

The path of unwanted journey The fake and the half happiness The may flower droops down The witty half hearted love The mirrored images of shapes The bounce back of memories It is a trailing story never ending Kept unsafe and the risky atmosphere The books telling stories of insecurity The women and the womanizers In every walk and every path The life needs justice…and also love The society prickling your dignity When each victim is scrutinized The paraphernalia abducted any second The peak of unwanted gestures The naughty thwart of the captured The tiny wings have been torn from the roots The weak body and flamed mind The psychic paranoia she was admitted to The physical juncture bruised for pain This unwanted story of a girl The shocks of what I am into Tiny angel forgive me  I live here in this midst A bystander of all updates Not knowing what to do or say…

The gleaming sun beyond the head As it touch the dewdrops on leaves The sparkle of a diamond on them And the nature is adorned The flowers in red yellow and blue The primrose is sweet and small The mango leaves used to brush  The many small teeth and neat The twig has fallen from the tree The sparrows collected them in their beak Within a day’s time The nest is born on a thick tree The young ones are kept safe and sweet As mother bird gives food through the beak The young is happy and full  He is asleep  The kangaroo’s pouches are filled The way they keep the young safe The nature teaching many beautiful themes The duck is swimming in the pond  The beak is taking up water every second The flocks trailing themselves Along with the mother The piglets in those dirty swamp Having their fun by dirtying All are nature’s vastness The wake up alarm call from the hen And just out of bed Not having much to watch beyond The nature is so calm and cozy There

She was hungry and suffocated And chit chatted along She took the first bite of chocolate The melt of it made her swing The cool a/c wind held her up As the heart beat she felt In the middle of an affirmed hold Like a coiled snake feeling warmth Under the ground… The smell of the body so fresh Laying calm and squeezed out of worries The happiness knocked her heart with wealth As the bee sucked out the nectar of flowers The beauty of the flowers radiated The arms around the waist holding tight And the wounds were healed The souls mingled never to depart The night was dusky and Licking every bit of the sweet chocolate And even more controlled over The motionless and the peak attitude Panicking bit by bit The bit of the left over chocolate She had … Was sweet with full of love

The sun shines every day The moon makes the night bright The spring has made the flowers blossom The winter being an awaited one Why the rain is so nostalgic? Bringing in too much emotional waves Why feelings are clamped to the natural changes? Why the humid wind makes you scorched and angry? Why the perspiration and sweat is not preferred? Why the dusk makes you romantic? Why the auroras bring in energy vibes? Why the stars twinkle only at night? Is there any scientific reason? If so how far can you go? Doesn't such moments Make you aware of a wave A wave of spirituality A wave of philosophy A wave which is beyond science A wave called Oneness A wave called Absolute Truth A wave called God A wave which is omnipotent A wave seen everywhere That one thing I am afraid of That one thing I respect and bow That Lord whom all fear...

If Love kisses the heart The divine has touched there When divine touches the heart The divinity will shine there That soul which is been divine Will resurrect one day All the pains will vanish one day That soul that is been wounded the most Only there divine shines Only there love abides Only there compassion flows The divine is born in that soul That is the real magic of divinity When Lord is born human That soul is the real avatar The Avatar of God

The feelings of oneness has gone The adorable days and cherishing moments Went away with the wiping rain I dotted those days filled with time Each second made sense to me The way I remind me of those lasting seconds And make happiness out of it each day… It is not a make but a flow of emotions The sad and happy ones entwines And the bliss of a decade I reach But then the sea touched the shore And wiped away everything from the land The shells and conchs are dancing in it The coconut floating across the shore In the wind and more to offer But the time has come to forget Forgive and move …. As the sea touch another shore far away The dry land cough itself to destiny The old one making memories winded Keeping and never letting go The berries and fruits have been squeezed out What lay is only a bare body The weak in the one has started rising The old and young traits twinkle now The wrinkles are hidden below the cosmetics The

As the reach fades the moments of joy Tightly holding my hands to pray I am desperate haveth a meet Kiss and merry make of love has gone past the moments of time As it fades to the ultimum Only a twinkle in my eyes Of your face and acts of smile Guided like always... Everything points to one Causing much havoc of pain Ego is the devilous and propped Each time a love erupts It lastly went past the same act Joy is a far cry of a breath Gasping and pretty guilted Am taking another heap jump To the way of  life The man has gone hurted And hurting myself I wish If it ever made some joy Though the love has gone the farthest Still the culprit acts this The healed mind now wants holyness And the feelings of a guided love And my Lord you are there And my only solace ... This hurts much And spiritual healing of the sort Is making its way to light Never wanted to be loved But only wanted you my Lord

Yesterday made my day happy and sad I demolish act of argument and ego I lost the wind As it slowly engulfed me Am dying now This is too pathetic Unhappy about past And future never made its way I want it that way but my future Is tranquilized to act a bitter way I wanna cry loud not to be heard by anyone Pity myself for a verily act Which is wrong on both sides I am lost as days pass Is there a meeting? To bypass my heart Happiness and joy will twinkle If you ever made it

Hack me unto you I am captured and guess what I lost you maketh myself rare I am untrue The time killed me The fate making sense And I lost you Silently as I weep The silence maketh a hath And knelting at the altar To ask God Why again?

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The higher versions of wisdom Lacked in me the glory As if my lord have denied me WHere shall I seek your heart and love The farther may I go to touch Every heart owes your talks I have been checked out I lost the pity wicked joy May I take up your sin Glorify your life on earth As I mingle with the beings I somewhere forgot to pick it up Classify me as a centenary lover My first and last of the sort Glorify me to the path of grace I unleashed my wisdom I knew now my aims and paths As you opened my petals smoothly As if a blooming and not by force And I am here to take up your acts Lord I have gone much I am happy to be a human of sights Temperory play can add valor Experienced high moods and lows But never did i get this A lost pearl from the trench I have imprinted on my breasts And there you lay as a miracle To my life and add pure love When it never made sense To be loved nor to be lived But as a feather touch.... the deep touch Kiss my heart to joy Am a bumble bee now I a

The cosmic vibrancy The half hearted mind my virtual dreams of joy The wind as it warms me up The air hugs me into a sleep I am in ardent love As I move the way back Backwards and then a shyness The past times of fun filled colors The worthiness of your soul My world is roaming in every soul Never to get past you Lord what a mind I have at my fingertip The mouth of frolic and fun I have a deep silent soul somewhere Not to be bound with cacophonies I give up with a sigh Not to make things right the way it makes me mad My heart has enjoyed the fleeing And I want to flee far When every path comes back to one point That one conclusion Little that I have left for me To ponder and ponder As I walk across the valley To get back to my stillness To peace up my mind As I adore the environment of beauty Casted itself a love earthen ed I love to be in that wind which clasps my hands on my face the wondrous joyous life moves forward with no full stop Kissing every soul with a touch Of lov

When I just started knowing life… A man who made my life… The dirty struggles and Personal grudges we had Today I am sad… Not knowing what to do… Life has taken new waves… I avenged not knowing the innocence There are so many who takes and makes But sincere love is upon whom God bestows togetherness Today I pity Of my grudges and want to be there Where you are… I am your better half I have never gifted any precious gems Nor never made your life happy A cry never makes sense… And silence is the only way Of my stupidity Because I never knew what love is? As I travel on this life path… The last hope is you… Because every difficulty I face… You just hold my hands… I have hurt you badly Because of my silly repercussions’ I regret the past… And want to hold on In this life race… In this togetherness

I struggled to get over it And my words Are an array of arrows around I never knew the impacts I dont know And my tears flow and flow I tried to get over it As I lay deep inside you I keep mumbling to get out of my deep wounds I lay there causing pain And i feel my time has come to feel alone on my walk Single handed and broken

I am mistaken fully, The same old tantrums prompting like a  cursor point How can I say... It should be something different So that ventures are eventual Captured in the vast maya I swirl in and around God let me come near you The cancer in me is  a bane Thoughts and thoughts are much I never complain but just have a nap with some toxins So that I think less In and around swirling much Praying day and night Peace sometimes and in the end A havoc even if I pray What a mood I am admitted into Higher I want to go... And more I want to... The state of consciousness And lay for an advanced time And never back again To lifes desirous paths  

My most admiring thought My thoughts are just phantoms Of old memoirs and the gist of it May not know the  realization Still the tempted feels of airiness The sleekness of thoughts Cusps me into you my love When my entire message is in you My passages unleashes beyond You are my temptation and my way And you dispatch feels of quest For me to travel beyond Keep me at this ravage And sometimes this hardships Are beaded with beauty of my love My road has been far And with you it is easy The jeweled adornment of you Around me keeps all at ease Heavily upside and I am Crushed to the beneath level The love by my side Gives me a hand to hold on Keeping upright and tensions low The brush of your chin And the warmth of your chest Thy arms that hold me close And the very thought of it Lull me to a caressed sleep So much of love Happiness of a life But did I ever know? My temptations are for

The days of loneliness are back again. Now I find time replacing things and that is some kind of disorder I heard of somewhere. Interior design is a great artwork every house wife should learn and adhere to daily I suppose. I have just no time cleaning up piled things every day. The day starts with these random stuffs and cooking. There is no time for anything but still the loneliness creep’s in.And sometimes it is good to be lonely. Reading news, horrible again daily and now I quit. I just went back my college days where I used to find lot of time for leisure and fun even in between studies. These days people are so busy, hardly I find someone to talk to and I have changed such a way that I don’t want to talk to anyone now. This is the Computer Age, I heard of in my childhood and everyone is turning into Robotic Image. I can find people either sticking on to mobiles, laptops, I pads and accessories…and what not…So busy as to kill time and no time for near and dear ones. Sometime