Seasoned Reminiscence A Culmination

How much more should I love you …yet that’s not enough. When everyone knows your beauty what more should I write? But my love for you is growing as each day passes because of the humble cause you have put your life into…The poor, the needy and destitute were safe in your hands. The initial phases of your life when you destined yourself for the diseased must be tiring yet venturesome. Yet you mastered yourself through delightful dedication by cleaning the wounds of leper, begging food in the Bengal slums and making yourselves the mother of many devastated victims. I ever adorned your inner beauty, I thrived to be like you …but how will I make my heart so beautiful like you so that I can throw away everything and all passion able leisure’s to garland myself with a duty bestowed by Lord. I want to say that you are the soul next to Lord who can make yourself prepared for the right cause. Yet many don’t like you and criticize you after doing such a wonderful act. People are here for cri...

Those who don’t know that Lord Krishna is the Supreme Soul/Ultimate Soul need not worry about reading this blog /wasting your time thinking about what a bogus stuff this is…I don’t entertain any funny comments because this is something from inner belief and my own experience. It had been long 6 years that I am asking questions to myself about the wonderful passionate experimental, re-searchable experience and till to this date I am not able to come to a logical conclusion. Earlier some blogs of mine revealed about out of body experience. This one experience is neither reoccurring so that I can confirm as to what actually that is nor forgettable because of its charisma it caste on me. Now only glimpses of those are coming to my mind but my impeccable memory wont cause me from completely deceiving my beliefs. As I am from a religious and pious community, the Vedas and Vedic inculcation are protuberant from a very basic age itself. The st...

Walking with the God, we are walking in the sunshine… Lift up your hearts … for you are walking with God Singing to the God we are singing in the sunshine... Lift up your hearts … for you are singing with God... Hand in hand with everyone we are walking walking... Black and white and brown together walking walking... Singing new songs now…. Walking distance miles when we are walking with God… Oh how much I love this song and I am desperate to hear someone sing. The song muses in my mind as a very lovely prayer song which we sang all our childhood at school. This one and lot many old ones clinging in my mind…how much I crave for those moments…The lovely lane I walked all way to school, the great school church where I used to pray every day to God for this lovely existence and share my thoughts to Almighty…I cannot in any way forget the presence of God in that church. Little worries which were big ones in a child mind was looked upon by you …my every wish was true by the ...

Nothing is as beautiful as you…Nothing is as special for me as you. Your absence makes me sore. I yearn for you every day and night. Again memory keeps me on… Even if you come back for me you lost me. You lost me the very day you died. The old me …the very special old me of yours is broken on your departure. I won’t be the same me again. This life for me is too dirty without you…But then you won’t get me again because I am lost myself… Theri galyon mein na rakhenge kadam aaj ke baad… Gale hum dam ko lagayege sanam aaj ke baad…

It had been long since I enjoyed something so intricately. My grandma and her brother visited our place in Cochin last Saturday. I call her amma because of the affection she has for me and still loves to call her amma because of the beautiful, passionate memoirs she and her accompanying good oldies casted in my reminiscence. After my grandfather and later on my great grandmother passed away (really miss them) my amma and mama became alone in the home with infrequent visits from cousins and relatives …which made them pretty occupied. We picked them from Ernakulam North Station and made our way to our home.Malu seeing amma and mama for the second time (Poor malu she really is missing her valuable time) was shy not talking much but maneuvering her special smile…:)The next day brought in more enthusiasm and spasm in us as we were moving towards mama s friends house. Although I had memory power starking at glimpses of that Uncle (On hearing his name from Mama), When I saw him I felt bravo ...

In the lush garden Among the beautiful roses With thorns, I stood The Daffodil whom all loves... My life, with colorful petals Sweet nectar and soft pollen Bloomed in sunlight... Glowing beauty none could fathom A tiny angel from far away Ignoring other flowers Had me in her tender arms... The soft touch, delicate Taken away into an island I enjoyed subtle moments of life Away from garden I enjoyed, Cupids presence... Soon my petals lost its luster Leaves withered away Worn out, I cried... Alone, in the darkness of night Cupid never came then Taken away from dear ones Mesmerizing beauty of mine Lost in the midst of air... Sweet memories of the past Creating mental reverberations Cacophonic outcome, despair Loneliness my best companion...

Why this man is haunting…making me remembers those lost moments…. Is he an auditor or something to dispatch my worst habit at him and later come up with some other reason…? I know he is not my friend…not a lover since I lost that…and not brother because I have many and I don’t want him to be that… Why he is coming behind me to dissolute my existence of a mere human… It’s a pain in the deep corner of my side which uproots up each time when such incidence occurs… It’s that lunatic wave i.e. approaching me each time I do this…It’s the toxic negation of beautiful lost moments that I take each time I remember you…Please leave me alone…I can’t be my lost soul again… I am not the same human… Leave me alone…I am lost in this world with no one for compassion. Not even a single soul makes my life better…