I love dawn...I am a sage.
I understand the philosophies of life and see the Divine's will in everything.
But dusk!!! As it comes,Vedanta drowns with the sun!The Devils of Desire haunt me till the journey ends and dawn shoos them away...
But I pray,I do not want them to leave me.For I'm afraid,they'll take refuge in you.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
a drunk saint.
He was the third born and the only son in the family.Pampered in his early days he grew up to be a brat.At 43,he has been married once,has 2 children,and has been living separately without getting divorced for six years now.A drunkard,with a sad story to tell.If his own self had a little to contribute to his disastrously eventful life,fate had more....
A brilliant boy, a lazy student.A wicked seed,now a burly oak.A jack of all trades,master of some :) There were few things that he couldn't repair...like broken hearts.But he believed he was too extraordinary to go for work,for his parents were unthroned king and queen of the place...But then he went to the Gulf to find work to add to his resume.And his departure from the place was as sudden as his arrival.War broke out across the seas and oceans,and he was literally shipped back to his home unseen.
Back home,he went into a shell,so as not to hear "paapi chellunnidam paathalam" ..a proverb in malayalam..translating into ... "hell, wherever the sinner goes".By the time,his sons had picked up their paternal qualities and had become miniature daddy dummies spitting cold wrath at anyone who may disappoint them in the least.
Not long after ,his King fell,and he rose to power.Power?To beat,scold and drink,day in and day out.Years passed and his other half and 2 quarters (he he...:P) fled his kingdom for dear life.The queen cried to death.The jewelery was taken care of.The greenery of the entire empire withered away as trucks came.loaded them with logs,the drivers exchanged money and sped away.The once envied palace lay in a webbed maze explored by king sized mice.
But deep down his heart,he was a saint.It wasn't his fault that he was pampered too much.It wasn't his fault that war broke out just one night, after he stepped into their land.Even after all these blotches on his personality, he is the best citizen in the place,present for anything for anybody,just for service.He is the most decent person to ladies and the oldies.Not a word from his mouth was close to lie..when he isn't drunk,he is the best uncle a niece could have.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
death.
death, was i scared of you?
when the cold winds blew?
over the graves of my ol' loved ones,and
when you orphaned many poor sons?
yes,you are the uninvited guest
but at times,you come as love and lust,
a torrent of darkness,grief and void,
invincible to man and android
today i look back and let a lone sigh,
and seek assurance in life's (a) lie,
i no longer am scared of your soulles silhouette,
i would embrace you and be pleased to be at rest.
when the cold winds blew?
over the graves of my ol' loved ones,and
when you orphaned many poor sons?
yes,you are the uninvited guest
but at times,you come as love and lust,
a torrent of darkness,grief and void,
invincible to man and android
today i look back and let a lone sigh,
and seek assurance in life's (a) lie,
i no longer am scared of your soulles silhouette,
i would embrace you and be pleased to be at rest.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
introspections of a lil boy..or a man?he doesnt knw.
I am the prince charming :)
I'm dreamt about,wanted,lusted and craved for. :)
did I forget to say that I'm loved? Well,I did not forget it.I chose not to say.
I know in the hollow of my heart (i know its hollow :( ) that I am The Abstraction of what wealthy parents can do to a child..(yes,though I've celebrated more than say 7-8 self b'day booze parties...I'd rather regard myself as a brat, a spoilt child. )..I always received gifts...gifts of solitude with dangling price tags.sometimes they called it play station,sometimes computer,some other times ..bla..i stopped looking at them by those 'some' times.
catch up with you later..one of those gifts just pinged :p
I'm dreamt about,wanted,lusted and craved for. :)
did I forget to say that I'm loved? Well,I did not forget it.I chose not to say.
I know in the hollow of my heart (i know its hollow :( ) that I am The Abstraction of what wealthy parents can do to a child..(yes,though I've celebrated more than say 7-8 self b'day booze parties...I'd rather regard myself as a brat, a spoilt child. )..I always received gifts...gifts of solitude with dangling price tags.sometimes they called it play station,sometimes computer,some other times ..bla..i stopped looking at them by those 'some' times.
catch up with you later..one of those gifts just pinged :p
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