ஹைகூவின் மூன்றாம் வரி,

இரு வரிக் கவிதைக்கு ஒரு பொருள் தரும்..

Intuitive

If you believe even in that which you cannot see, your reward will be greater than what you can imagine.

Baring insecurities

'That, that is funny. That is painfully funny. No, wait. Wait, yeah, that's just painful.'Thats how the transition is. But again, it is pretty generous in providing thoughful lessons of life. Exsistence is much easier when I learn to really see what people are, instead of expecting them to be the way I want them to be. Time and again, this has been a huge problem for me.

Soul lesson!

I should learn to shut up!

Between million worlds and 4 boxes

Rachel: So, I still have boxes here. I still have boxes at R’s, and I have nowhere to live! Wow. I could so easily freak out right now.

Concord to Chennai

Its been a hell of a journey...Now in a state of excited shock.

Craving...

There is milk; there are juices of extraordinary variety. Yet, when you have a thirst for water, it is water you will need.
Metaphorically, this happens to equate to many things in my life – men, friends, life choices to name a few.

Never belonged..,

Preserved a single dream.
Such perfection, ‘t felt so right,
the imprint on fragile heart.
Unresolved, unrequited,
I contemplated day & night,
to nurture safe, under eyelid
or, instead, under rocks to hide.
Chose latter. Echoes in the dark.
Unspoken words, fragile heart, doth breaks
When, mind’s eye, with eloquence reverberates
Repress, forget, tried I, might,
the rocks crushed harder.
What do I do? Now,
a million smiles to worry.
But diamonds ever brittle?

TUE 9/16 FOX 8/7c

waitinggggGGGGGGG.... time is not moving soon enough....

Season premiere of HOUSE M.D

Shifting base

Moving from a place to another, to me, has become just a 'List of things to do'. Isn’t it kind of sad?

Where are the human components? Whatever happened to living in the moment? Oh, oh, that’s right, I forgot about this new policy I’m following presently. It’s better not to feel sad leaving behind friends now; rather it’s healthy to miss them much, once far away, and think about things that I could have said and done when I had the chance.

The emotional part of the equation sucks big time.

Story of my life....

I: (excitedly) Hello…. I’m home...
Him: (enthusiastically) bark bark bark....
I: SHUT UP

In few days
I: (excitedly) I’m home...
Him: (enthusiastically) bark bark bark....
I: JUST SHUT UPPPPPP

Few days later
I: (normally) Hello...
Him: (enthusiastically) barkkkkk....
I: Please, shut up

Few more days passed, when
I: (excitedly) Hello!
Him: -
I: (excitedly) Hello!
Him: -
I: (normally) Helooooooo?
Him: -
I: (sadly) Helllloooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Echos of barkkkkk

Says the operator..,

I reel life, part of reeling in own.

Its fun to roll with slides, that

Offers a spectacular view of life -

Pictures of coherent moments.

I'm part of love; I witness war.

One day I'm a beggar.

In the next, I'm God

Some days overwhelming, loud;

Party and crowd

While some others are lazy;

I'm lonely and bored

Staring at foot prints,

Left behind in wake

I live the life in my head.

Well, what do you expect?

I'm just an audience!

There's most likely a pe(e/a)k before fall

I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried among trees,
Yet to be come at by the breeze:
He did not cease; but cooed--and cooed:
And somewhat pensively he wooed:
He sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song,--the song for me!

Obsessively…compulsively…and now (dis)orderly

I have CDO. It's like OCD, but the letters are in alphabetical order. Like they should be…

Nice going!

It is a year already?

Happy Birthday......


Heres wishing you many more happy happy returns of the day, dear boy
LOVE YOU~
P.S: Happy first mom-i-vesary H.

Remember something?

Memoirs of a Promise:
On a bright blue Tuesday,
I was conceived -
of tales of “Robin” and like
And assuredly, I became.
Since then it’s been
weeks a many.
Feels shorter than one
For the prospect
was rather pleasant.
I saw no summons
Yet, I held belief
Now, - I, Promise – surmise
was on water writ.
Oye, idle Promiser,
do, insinuate,
and dissolve, me shall.
The ball and the court is yours~

(Un)conditional..,

If I can just lie there and listen to you breathe in sleep and feel comforted then I will never be lost.

If I can just read your eyes and understand the words and their meaning, then there will be no more silent moments.

If I can just hold you tight in my arms and still feel not-close-enough, then that’s where my home is.

If I can accept your kisses as gifts, then I will never be poor.

If I can love you the way you love me, then I’m truly blessed.

If I can let you fall asleep on my shoulders, then my payers may never go unanswered.

If I can just connect with you through thoughts, then no distance is a big one.

If I can just talk the language of love, which only you can feel and reciprocate, then I'll have everything I will ever want .

If I can find, in your love, the sunshine to expel my winter mist, then I will really believe in love.

Acch~

Amongst varied people - a man who looks down on you just because you don't speak the "national language"; another who complains to you that no one interacts and sits alone without interacting, especially with you; a person who ignores to take your inputs for the reason that you are younger and not male; a someone who talks to you only because you are well-known; an incorrigible who spreads that, the leadership and others value you and call you in on meetings because they are men and you are the only woman; some other who looks for small opportunities to put you down, to jump on the least of the mistakes to make fun of you; a damper to the fun, when a person, almost a stranger, says that you spend time smiling, laughing and basically having a good time, when you ought to remember you are married; a group of two who put you as a Vertex in their politics and games; a few to whom you are a nobody; one who sponges off of you only so long as to get what they want and act as if you are not a familiar face - occasionally, it is good to hear “Thank you!” and “I appreciate the work you are doing” in an otherwise bleak work day

It’s, always, good to be home.

See what you like..,

I HIDE myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.

I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.

(~ Emily Dickinson)

I HATE dogs!

I hate them and I hate them really ardently. I also hate people who turn up their nose, when I say I don’t like dogs. Extra annoying thing is when they say, ‘Oh no! He is harmless’. What’s up with those people? It’s a DOG. I hate everything about those dogs right from the fact that they smell funny, their fangs/ dirty teeth, the saliva and that irritating growl. How ever clean and tidied up a dog may seem, the way the dog comes running to you and lick you over (and how ever friendly that might seem) how ever listening and caring that dog is, it is just a dog. A filthy animal, disgusting, annoying and scary. I don’t know how any sane person can relate to an animal. Well, I don’t mean the dogs harm, but CMON……

Chase to House

Borrowing words, 'Why are you yelling? You are frustrated! Listen, if you want my help, I’m here. If you just need to vent….. leave a message’

Do you think too...

...that hate is a strong form of attraction?

Colorful explosion..

Rated

Seduction growing
in every caress,
aching for the forbidden secret,
in exquisite agony.
During palpable silence,
in a blink of a second,
the world changes mode.
Like the breeze in the storm,
on the way out,
igniting the icicle.
Where one ends another begins,
that soul knows not.
A timeless continuum,
this primeval innocence.

In the background: Tune

M(ar)ooned

With nothing for company
(reflection, an exception, of course)
It is sad, that there’s
no one alike - to share,
to wisely ponder or just for banter,
to lean on, to believe,
to conspire, perhaps swap stories,
to humble and be humbled,
or simply to be with.
Sigh!
The Moon feels lonely sometimes

Heart over mind~

Listen carefully,
both - you and I -
here 'm screaming this silently.
I say you are just another.
Immaterial.
Then I retrofit.
Some introspection!
If you are inconsequent,
why do I keep remembering you?
If you are a Nobody
why do I ache for your approval?
You matter because I mind you?
Tell me, if I don’t mind you,
would you stop to matter?

And everytime I cry..,

...listening to this great thing. I close my eyes. I lose and find myself again. A feeling as if I have lived those few minutes. In a happy way usually accompanied with a heavy contented sigh. Pure ecstasy!

Illaiyaraaja's How to name it!

Loud quietness

I can talk all I want
unabashed, un-maidenly words.
Even smile, blush and giggle.
Condemnatory hushes and
eyebrow raised - naught.
For the words and smiles
are with you!And only you;
Only me.
That’s why I prefer
to like your silence best!

Nothing matters where everything is important...

...or is it the other way around. Anyways about today - I did not feel like doing anything. I was not up to sitting idle. I remembered wanting to upload songs in IPod. I realized I had a code deadline. I grumbled to make the decision on what to cook. I regretted having to decide what stocks to buy next. I cried hard when I was very happy. I remained restless when I became sad. I wanted to be in company. I plugged on my head-phones to drown out the conversations. I feared I’m reaching OCD. I planed to sign up for yoga. I wished my unused gym membership would get a full refund. I tried to paint my words sharp and bright. I pictured black and white. I felt very hungry. I despised the sight of food. I fell in and out of love, becoming aware of one, when the other happened. I had a nightmare involving ocean waves. I confessed I loved fall of waters deeply. I waited, searched, pled for some idea to strike, so that I had something to write about. My mind was filled with a whole bunch of scrap life. I wanted to love everyone the same way I perceived them to love me. I wanted to lie down and sleep. I felt like going to a party. I fought to remain silent. I think I said something, in my head or aloud, I couldn’t be sure.

I know what I want. I believe I know what I want. I would like to hold on to that thought, especially on days like these, when there is a constant struggle between wanting to do something and searching for that will to do the same thing. Is this a narcissistic deficiency to consciously give in to the pull of two dominant egos? I’m feeling nothing is worth-while in life, running the risk of sounding a tad like a nihilist. Maybe, I’m so! But that does not help me much. I want to erase everything and begin anew. Can I? More importantly, will I?

An unpublished poem

During Writer's(!) block does this count as a post?

If I had an empty head
As some folks say I do
I'd clean out all the cobwebs
And rent it out to you
I’ll have you fill it up
With all things you say and do
And would pay twice the price
To rent it back from you.

(Said Jhonny Hart)

Found it as a cartoon pasted on my office refridge. You know, this one's kinda funny, innocent and makes sense too(yeah, why not?). I don't know why, I have taken a fancy to it. Reading it in a sing-song way adds more fun.

BTW, HART means 'having extreme affection towards someone, causing one to perform the act of a hug' or so it seems.

And here is a song I enjoyed today. Thanks for stopping by.

I have nothing to say. So borrowing someone else's words

The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip. You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read straight through, and you'll get the point.


1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.

2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.

3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America Contest.

4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.

5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.

6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.


Did you know?

The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. They are not second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.


Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.

2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.

3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.

4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.

5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.

Easier?


The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are NOT the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones who care.