Sunday, 18 March 2012

For You.


                                                                
“I brood on the past, not
For the hope of seeing you again
Rising above the brown earth;
But, for the joy that your
 Memories give me.
I sit on the banks of Pachchini, not in
Anticipation of your return from the dust;
But for the vigorous river
That reminds me of you.
You may have got lost in a world,
Which my imprudent mind
May not comprehend,
But I feel you every day-
In the air, in the sky, in the water,
In the fire inside me, also
As a void in my heart.”

Saturday, 17 March 2012

The Moment of Verdict


“As I try to regain control on my life,
It’s slowly slipping away.
Enough of this unending strife
How do I get away?
Trapped in this earthly body
Anticipating the better days
How long can I survive
With just water and air?
Soon, the time will arrive
The moment of verdict
I shall decide
Whether to go on living
With false hope- a life that’s a lie
Or to put an end to my agony
Once and for all.”

Thursday, 16 February 2012

The Silent Cry



Stealthily walking around the enclosed room
Dressed in the handsomest clothes
Trying to corner me and have his way.
To take me to his palace of painless,
He has come.

I was promised my share of joy-
Small packets of happiness.
But was betrayed by you
I know not why.
You pushed me to the edge,
Left me unloved,
Wailing over the broken swear
I stood there all alone.
  
He may be dark and vicious,
No different than you.
Come right away and rescue me,
Before I come under his spells:
Never to return to you.

You may have broken promises ,
But never my heart.
I’m a flute, hollow inside
But has music within.
Waiting for you to create 
the lost melody of the past 
once again.
Save me, Oh dear one
From my own sins.
 Before he engulfs me,
 Show me your face once:
So could see those eyes 
before I go.

I need you to hold me the last time
Before he pulls me away.
Away from you, from your presence
To the land of the dead
And the damned,
For all eternity.

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

A place to call my own



Sense of belongingness is something every human being craves for. Unless you belong somewhere or to somebody you are never complete. Normally, the place where you are born and brought up is the place you belong. The streets where you played as a child, the shops you would visit, the hawkers on the street, the locale of the school, the lonely tree- all these constitute the place you belong.

But what happens to a person who has nowhere to go, who has no place to call his?

I never felt that I belonged to the place I grew up in, Bangalore. Nor did I find solace in my birth place, also happens to be my father’s native, a small village in Karnataka. I was like a gypsy, a nomad with no place to call as mine. But, eventually I came to know how it feels to be belonged to somewhere. I found Mangalore.

Mangalore is a developing city in coastal Karnataka. It’s not as advanced as Bangalore, but for education, it’s a better choice. Unlike Goa, the beaches are not crowded with people you don’t know, with people who do not belong there. Mangalore can be his, who tries to strike a conversation with it, who strikes to look into its soul. Yes, amidst those Indian cities which are losing their old charms due to the new currents of modernization and development, Mangalore still has its soul.

It doesn’t mean that the city is not developing. It is, but in a different pace, in a different way. The people here have still not changed. If you talk to them, they respond you with all humility and modesty. You will find a friend in them or a long lost relative. One cannot get lost here, because you will always be found, by someone or the other and most often than not, by yourself.

Whenever I feel lost I just pack my bag and travel 400 kilometers to reach my destination- Mangalore. A weekend here refreshes me, rejuvenates me and prepares me for every challenge that life is going to offer me. Even if I go in the tourist season, I can escape into some place, which neither the tourists nor the tourism department has discovered. Even when I fail at this, I have the special ability to create my own world, my own hidden space though I’m surrounded with bustling streets and crowds.

Here, the waves of the ocean talk to me, the sand dunes amaze me with their volatility, and the breeze brings me the smell of the mud from the nearby village. My mother too studied here and she belongs to the same district, if not the city. This may also be the reason why I can relate to the city and call it my own.

So, here I am sitting in front of my PC letting my thoughts go haywire. But my heart is in the place where I belong.

Thursday, 26 January 2012

General Public’s Republic day


Today is my country’s 62nd Republic day. Hence, India is in a mood of celebration. All newspapers are buzzing with the news of the annual parade that takes place in New Delhi on the Rajpath near India Gate.

Today, We played host to one of the most beautiful prime ministers of the world, Mrs.Yingluck Shinawatra. She seemed to enjoy the parade and those colourful tableaus representing different states and ministries showcasing the rich culture, heritage and the recent progress of this amazing country.  

All the national holidays make me very nostalgic. There was a time when every household in India used to sit together and watch the annual parade without batting their eye-lids. India used to come together and unite as one single entity. Shedding their regional identities, prejudices, idiosyncrasies- we used to become ‘Indians’.

Now, in this post-liberalization era people have so many choices that parade as a whole is no longer relevant. Most prefer to watch the special marathons in Star World, new movies in HBO than watching the parade. Now it is seen as the older generation’s dish who like to reminisce the days of their lives.

I do not belong to that generation. I’m just 20, yet I prefer watching parade over those movies and sitcoms any day. I love my country and I’m proud to be Indian. I don’t mind skipping few episodes of How I met your mother and The Big Bang Theory to watch my country come alive.

On a lighter note, I loved my state’s Tableaux today! It showcased an art form called ‘Bhoota kola’ exclusive to the coastal region of Karnataka. Amazing it was! (Hope, I’m not being too regionalistic! *winks*)

Once again to all my fellow Indians Happy Republic day!


(Image courtesy : http://cool-collections-cool.blogspot.com/2012/01/republic-day-of-india-and-indian-flag.html)

Monday, 23 January 2012

The Missing One

                                          It was a day
                                          like any other,
                                          He rose on time
                                          Caressed my cheek with
                                          Those golden
                                           feathers
                                           Of his.

                                           Yet, something was
                                           Amiss.

                                           Well, there’s
                                           a void
                                           In my soul.

                                           Everyday,
                                           I Smile, I sing, I Cry, 
                                           I Curse, I Bless, I Pray
                                           I Drink, I Repent, I Atone
                                           I sway to the melody
                                           I dance to the tune
                                           Yet, the void
                                           Intact.

                                           Where is the light?
                                           Where are those
                                           Guiding beacons?
                                           Tell me,
                                           Where to go
                                           How to search
                                           The thing that fills
                                           The void.

                                           The thing which
                                           Completes me.

Saturday, 21 January 2012

The Wishing Well


                                                              
                                Standing on the brink
                                Overlooking the land
                                Of eternal peace
                                Weighing my options,
                                Oblivious to the world
                                Around me.
                                How I wish somebody
                                Could pull me back
                                Save me from the
                                Impending doom,
                                How I wish
                                I could explain this
                                Hollowness of Heart,
                                How I wish I could
                                Endure.