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Grateful: Yes, I am!

Being alive*! Isn’t it? Waking early, and jogging in the morning freshness: I find it most interesting that I still have chance to correct my mess. I still can be sorry to those whom ‘ I may have hurt! ‘(We all know, a lot has happened;in past)

Having mother*, who every damn time, yells me to take shower, and eat on time;to avoid bad health. And father*, who worries more about their daughter’s future than his own!

#family

I can fill my stomach, and sleep comfortably*: when there are many who lacks it, not by choice but ‘not having a choice’. I find it blessed to have these.

My country is safe, and world is at safest*! It matters a lot, when others are happy, only then, you can be at ease.

Hope*. This is the most ‘beautiful‘ thing to have, in this ‘wonderful’ world. It is said it’s never too late! ;

How can five or six things consolidate your feelings? you are grateful about! Even writing this wordpress blog, I feel gratitude.

I don’t know if you have heard or not, but there is kutti Story song from Master movie a Tamil song sung by Thalapathy Vijay and Anirudh Ravichander, talks about momentariness like…

“…Life is very short nanba, Always be happy…. “

Be happy, Be grateful!
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Master of Ship

It’s been long,
Days have been worse,
I started with hope, now blurry.

This sea and ship, I believed, was mine.
So I declared, to ride this tide.

How far, should I go?
When this voyage is uncertain,
And the storms are determined:
To show their majesty.


Should I return back?
As dark clouds are extinguishing, any hope of light.
Wearing costumes of:
a horror ghost,
This little fear of death, dances inside me.

Should I wait?
For these wind to calm.
This cold air freezing me into white.

Hands, shall I pray!
For God, “to come”, “save me”.

“What’s this! “, “I hear a voice! “
:
Despair and dare can’t go side by side!
I came to this journey, by my choice.
Known of: what;
how things can go.

This unmounted mountain of struggles,
I were aware.

I came with zeal of exploration.


I accepted!

All that comes,
On this way,
To see that side, I started,me sailing for.
Yes, I bow, to his mighty,
But i will play with all my might.
Yes, I pray, to the God,
But to thank, for giving me chance.

I am my own master,
Master of ship.

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Utopian fantacies


There was a girl,
Full of innocense,
believed her dreams.

A warrior prince, she was hoping for;
Who fights her miseries;
Takes her far:
In a world of peace, love and joy,

There was a fire, sudden at night.
Her room was locked,
Her parents cried, help!

Yet that girl, sat and smiled.
She waited, doing nothing.
When the door opened,
She was bemoaned.

Sitting by the window,
Waiting for that prince.
Closing the door,
Not crying anymore!

What a dark imagination she had!
Once what made her happy,
Today, killed her crappy.

What a believe, fated to ashes!

A utopian fantasy!
I declare!

Beware of what you believe/it can either make you or break you…
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Lessen you’ thinketh

The more you think, the worse.

As thoughts are contradictory, self and others.

Uncombined twisted meaning of conventional wisdom.

Paradoxical events binds together, in an event of cognitive dissonance.

Has been less complicated in approach; Plato has not been melted into simplicity.

Greek philosophers to Indian ancient hymns: Large canonical texts, looks impressed.

Wonder it’s been, to decode:

Thoughts, it’s origin, processed, divided.

To me, to others and to this overlapping structure of society.

This ‘thought’, has robes to change.

Rightly been said:

The less you think, the better.

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Thy Love

“Love is from both sides”

What a pain, deep in brain. not in heart, as it’s not mine.

 Once you end, your talking of her, There  begins my mind to work. Sketching of her by your word by word.

Is she pretty or she is witty;What a beauty whom you admire. 
What her attire, by looking, set you on fire. 
What an idol of feminine, she has got, That made you dumb, and fall in love. 
Would her eyes be Like a light, standing glittery in the gloomy night. 
Whats her lip looking like, the one made your eyes, away from mine.

 
Oh! What a heart thee( the girl) might have, that Broke mine, to have thy.  
I want to meet but not to see her. Its too heavy for unpleasant pleasure. 

However thee( the girl) look, whatever thee cook. The truth is this, you are his, and he is yours, Even though ex, he still hung on you.


Yeah sure, I want to say bye and goodbye to thy love; for I can’t handle this love triangle.

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There On The Banks of Ganges

Me and you have been there, worth citing: being forever, there on the banks

The beautiful circles by throwing pebbles, we watched together, there on the banks.

The ringing bell and the evening chants, we heard together, there on the banks. That sunset who has hiding beside the drizzling cloud, and that running fast at the fear of getting cold, there on the banks.

Bunking classes to roam on streets, buying dupattas matching bangles with coloured green, there on the banks. Praying Shiva, while quietly holding our hands, there on the banks. Listening folklores and having hot tea, in shivering cold; there on the banks.

Passing time, there on the banks. Saying goodbye, crying alone, there on the banks. And then continuing visiting again and again, just to feel your warmth, there on the banks.

I am old, you are gone, still things are same, there on the banks… If rebirth, I will be waiting, come with me, there on the banks…

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The Rainy Song

Music has it theory, whenever it plays it either shocks or takes out a shock, ha, ha!

There is hardly anyone who doesn’t has any kind of music on its preference

But, have you ever heard The Rainy song, maybe some of you might have heard it, if not, then thanks to  my discovery!

For one side of people it’s their first love, of course, we had our first rain before our first kiss; it’s the music we grew up dancing with. And why not, it’s the sound which comforted us on our painful but just happened: break-up, and later again we thanks it, when we find peace further in our life.

A cup of hot coffee, and the window: matter not, glassy or wooden, for people like us this rainy song is the life we are alive till death apart.

Wait, how could we forget the universal line: human species are full of contradictions. May be its not contradictions but the experience they have, defines their behaviour( this is what sociologists says)

And for them, this song is nothing more than  the experience they bear in mind. I still remember, while on my way to visit my village, an  old enough uncle declared, his whole chronicle of flood in his village, that’s when he shifted to the nearby city, though he was saved, many others could not, he told me that with every lyrics of this rainy song  he misses his hometown( by somehow, it was raining that day). Well this is just one of such people, we all know many others…

[I think:(it could be good that by this, he misses his hometown, otherwise there are people who feel shame sharing their roots). Talks apart. ]

Since it’s about a music, how could we forget the lyrics and lyricist!  His appearance is very gentleman type, a fluffy tummy, wearing black -white large hat, and whose voice is same as we make with hungry stomach.

And then when he sit to write, since his torch is on and off he can’t write nicely. sometimes its continuous, sometimes not; with a break, sometimes not.

With all his struggles, when he dare to complete, he shows it to his great  composer windy wind to compose, and last all their co-worker comes together, ready to begin… This Rainy song… And why not to leave interpretation, since it’s 🌧raining I enjoy this song:the rainy song…

*torch is lightening.

* fluffy tummy man is cloud.

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A Sunday morning


Vast is this ocean, large to hold, much beyond this horizon;
Me, for, not a regular routine;today is holiday, as it’s sunday!
It’s too early, even serenity is at peace.
The sun wearing it’s reddish gown, saying the show must go on…
Clouds, with a cherish smile, in mood to play; longing to hide the shine of sun’s proud.
So beautiful is morning, I guess!
But wait, what! Something running in my mind, Ah! It’s same, long I have been hearing!
A long lists of wishes unfulfilled and complains undeclared.
It’s same, I heard last night, before sleeping”why it happened/it could have been changed/…”
Now it has become a habit of mine.
But wait, why am I trying to figure it out all of sudden?
Is it, these ocean waves, that cant see and enjoy the morning calmness, while being quiet!
Or the chirping birds, who have realised that they should do some ‘wingish exercise’ to remain active for whole day flight!
Whatsoever, my mind is questioning me, not ready to give up now;
So, what I am gonna do next, tomorrow is Monday and I have to return; to work, the tiresome, boring, yet need for survival.
Long I have survived just, dragging my body at home, at work, and where not!
It’s now half an hour, since I came, now people have started to come and play.
“Ah! How happy and beautiful they are, so nice to be like them!”
“Oh!, How beautiful a couple with hands together, in their old-age, still together!,
How my love life was in vain, how broken was I then!”
These views are terrifying while calming;
What is nature trying to tell me, it’s a secret, on a Mission to decipher;
I walk a bit, shredding my shoulder.
The sand of beach, touches my Achilles heel, kindling Joy like, what I feel.
Far away, the coconut vendor, so busy to sell, all he has!
And there kids, far away in another world, making there Empire out of sand!
So trivial, I smiled; how innocent I look at them back.
It’s been hour, I looked at my watch, it’s time to go back,
A sigh of missing this painter’s imagination; I feel empty though satisfied;
Even though I am alone, I can come, on this beach, or maybe somewhere else,
Now I wonder, what at other places;
I want to explore, with a great surge.
I am returning back to room, with a pledge to find me and my nature;
May be different may be one…

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