Open Mind

An Open mind,
Is that a phenomenon?
Is that a thought?
Is that a construct?
Or, just the way of life?

An OPen mind,
Are you reading this now ?
Where is your mind at?
If you don't mind me asking!

An OPEn mind,
Is it a fracture for seamless thought?
Is that what is infinite possiblities?
I don't mind the beautiful opportunities that arise!

Then what is an OPEN mind?
Can I answer the question?
And if I did, does it still justify an open mind?
If it can be contained in an answer, where is the open mind?  

Dilemma!  a cousin of open mind?
why bother the thought?
Let it flow like water
contain it in a cup or the ocean
An OPEN MIND is what I have

I do pity you if you didnt understand this rhetorical
Just smile ,be happy and OPEN YOUR MIND.

Hunger....

Y ou are hungry... really hungry... its finally lunch time....and you go grab a nice tasty tuna sub... and you begin to eat... right in front of you is a well dressed old man on a wheelchair.. looking for something/someone...


Draft: 2009

Noodle soup

Soup of noodles

This life is...

in wonder and joy

I spend my days

with love of life and for 

I move to the next day

with tanginess of defeat

I re-evaluate

the excitement of opportunity

beats the mundane

with wait of possibilities

there is another day

Oh! a wonderful soup

This life is...

Reach Out

Reach out, drop your ego
Reach out, help one another
Reach out, make connections
Reach out, inspire some one
Reach out, its cool & the right thing to do
Reach out, you can move some one today
Reach out, you too are human

My Leprechauns

Life changed
Ideas are beyond the confinement of my head
Ideas are now words, actions or deeds

Lost as ever, but different
not in thoughts and regrets
but in possibilities and action

People change, else they change you
I met these people who changed me,
restored my lost faith in hope

they express the meaning of oneness
diversify faith in kindness
paint hearts with color of love

and with grace they distribute gratitude

I met my leprechauns
they are not green but every other color
they are not pigmy but magnanimous in spirit
they are not only Irish but from all over the world

Just every other day

Under the dim lights bouncing of the roof
I am digging deeper - into a burrow

more I prone, curl and stretch
more light seeps through
darkness is what I seek but of no avail

the clock is ticking
the hole does not any get deeper!

my feet and hands feel lethargic yet rested
the air is crispier, the birds are ever so loud -chirping
yet I feel my burrow is the place I need to be

If only I could dig deep - deeper into the darkness and quiet
where my ears are shut
eyes wide open - open into the world of dreams

into my cozy burrow I dig- under my blanket
deeper I go as the clock ticks and the day begins
I just wish I could sleep a little longer..

I too shall fly

Lost in the oblivion of peace treaties
trying to find the perfect ally.
Across the river or over the oceans
with the wind beneath my sails
I leap forward into the sky
I am here to soar
I too shall fly

Success and Solitude

Success and Solitude seem
As two side of a coin
Success is an irony!
It brings you an illusory happiness
To veil your eyes
As it cunningly steals something real
From behind your back

For every success
There is a contest
For every winner
There are a dozen losers

The winner stands alone
Tasting glory
The losers stand below
Together and applaud

The applause, the fame
Doesn’t last forever
And when the world goes around again
Standing alone on a pedestal
Silent thoughts come and go…
Success goes to the head they say
And Solitude attacks the heart!


For every success
There are a dozen sacrifices
For every winner
There must be few behind
For whom winning is never an aim
For every winner
There must be few behind
For whom the reward was only compromise
For every sound of a clap
There is a stifled sob somewhere
For every winner going forward
There must be few left behind

Success is toughest
On those left behind.

~ Aishwarya Raman

I walk along the shores of time...
look back at the waves and smile
one tide at a time...
this too shall pass

in memory of
the last thought that skims past the eyes...
eyes fluttering
light to dark... dark to light...

with every flutter the mind hops
between bliss and longing
between interpretation and truth
between dreams and reality
between sleeping and staying awake..

the night comes by, yet again
the lights go off, yet again
and there with open arms sleep awaits...

Sleep

I asked for the Moon to brighten my days
but she hid behind the Sun.

I asked for the Sun to lighten my nights
but he headed East

Goodbye

Everyday just like another
hapless and not knowing what to do!

Enough!! I have had it!!
time to pass on,
my oath is to be rude,
to every soul who betrays me,
I care less you are close or near.

I have pretended long enough,
been nice and caring,
done things I seldom wanted to do

Now, I have time only for myself.
Selfish I shall be
Self centered you may call
less do I care,
I no longer am the plastic puppet.

I cared, I reasoned out myself
less did it bother
seldom did it matter
and the fool I was, who counted every moment.

I am the world
I am myself
the ego has just levitated another face,
another face of the dark diamond.

Friend you bother me much,
a special place you held
close to the wonderful retrospection
my clock just unwound

Memories are lapsed
ambitions and goals to be met
say good bye and you shall be spared
lest, seldom do I care!

I shall regress to the foe you never had.
a beautiful day tomorrow, the new beginning
I just wish, I spare none.

Whats on your Mind ?!

There is plenty to worry about...
One less if you have an opinion on me !!!
dont cloud me with your thoughts...

The writer within...

I miss my self...
I miss the writer within me...
I feel shallow without words...   
                                                                  ~ 9/9/10 3:13PM

I miss him much and he came to me
I found him on a train ride home
Smiling, happy, content and bursting with energy
he was there my reflection on the window
                                                                  ~ 3/16/13 9:23PM


                                                                   

My Limit

everyone believes in what they want....
everyone does what they believe is right..
everything they do is right for someone dear to them...
everything right is not always good...
good for the most part is always better...
better is not always enough for many ...
enough is a limit I never set...

fish in a pond...

Fishing in a pond...
I came across one beautiful fish.....alone yet beautiful

lost in her memories and her own world...

I got a glimpse and have been ever enchanted...

little by little I was part of her world...

and now so close with so much to share
she is across 3 oceans in a beautiful pond

Spring is here...

what is guts when it decides to abscond you at the time of need.?
what is glory when a beautiful girl cannot be pursued?
and what is romance when a distance sight and a wry smile is all you have?
A little touch... a soft hand to hold...
a tender kiss and a wonderful hug is tat too much to ask !

She walks by every day,
but every zephyr is filled with her memories!
a girl- as a friend, a girl- as a sister or as a colleague
never do they need guts nor do they need humor ...
but when its her a distance is all I have!!

proximity is my fear when a beautiful girl is whom I desire!
I look to the skies and curse the stars,
glance at the cherry blossoms that steal my sight
the cool breeze flickers the last few bold words on my tongue
now i am left with an aching heart as my eyes trace her path...

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152 Lines I

She: hello
She: therE?
He : haila

It began that way, a necessary conversation...
across the miles discussing things of the past
in a flattering manner it was delivered to a soul ever so beautiful and lovely..
one that brings him joy and happiness,
.
.
.

a tragedy awoke him months ago,
an unsettling day that was- while he waited for her bloody night to pass,
after hours which seemed longer than ever, he heard her voice
a not so surprised tone reassuring him everything was fine...

Fine it was- just for the night,
the next day the uneasiness trickled through him,
the call had changed things even before he knew,
never was a call so important...
never was a voice so convincing...
it just happened.... he cared now...

AN ego he had, the invisible coat seen only by few close to him
it argued about how humanly weak and emotional he had become,
Questioned him- how such small things could shake his roots?
it reassured him of the man he was and still could be...

but never was he at peace as much as now...
just a thought would bring a surprising smile
things moved on so did his ego
embracing her warmth across the oceans.

An occasional HI! and an occasional BYE!
she was on a run and so was he...
times moved, months passed uneventful
the winter set in, a new experience awaits
fresh excitement as the snow fell

Fewer hellos quicker byes
things dint change neither did thoughts cross his mind
the cold sending his soul search for the warmth
pure, beautiful and simple were the queries....

Waiting for the Sun

When life gives we are certainly happy.
When life takes something from us its really hard to accept.

Life goes in a beautiful circle...
one step at a time- one day at a time.
still its hard to stay in the present and plan for the future.

I don't know what I want,
I dont know where I will be in the future..
all I can do is
turn wait for the sun to come and brighten my day.

First of the many blogs I wish to post. I realised I have more blogs as drafts than published.... Good or bad.. they are all coming out .. with slight refinements...

This just holds so true now... in the dead of the winter surrounded by mounds of snow... It has been sunny for the past 2 days... but cant stop wishing for more...

Drafted 12/22/08; Possible location then : New Jersey, USA ;

Antedope

Its asking the king of the rope,
as to how he can hope
to win his fight without any dope.


If asked he will need any? He would say nope,
But it’s tough to understand how he cud cope
because it feels like going to bathe with no soap.



It’s asking the king of the rope,
About his clandestine affair.
The day when he confessed to a pope
that he fell in love with a felle having no air.


His story is- He went to Alaska and fell down on a slope
that is where his damsel stood next to a mare!
His head frozen he decided to elope,
And with all his heart he called out oh dear BLAIR



It’s asking the king of the rope,

How did she look? He says all he could see was her brown hair.
Goosebumps and shivers went down his spine
with no doubt he announced she was his right pair
and for her he shall make a beautiful house of pine.


She carried an aura of sweet musk,
he wondered all day long what a beautiful swine.
Covering the entire scope of the horizon, At dusk
he found he was in love with an Antelope !

Yup this is the First one

So I have! Like the rest of the educated world (well may be not entirely) I too have begun blogging....The way I see it I suppose I have crossed the line of having clear opinions to now over the fence I am in a zone where in I begin to record mostly anything I happen to feel nice, bad, odd, stupid, interesting or happening in my life typed out in an interesting manner that people who cant see me (as in those who cant feel my physical presence) can read and give their opinions and views about where my life is headed.

Well I might sound like some one who is against blogging in general or rather some one irritated in life, well actually its neither. Its just that I have been thinking too long about starting a functional blog of my own but never got into the writing shoes to start one and keep it running.
Off late I have been reading lot of blogs apart from friends, of people I barely know to some who I never even thought would exist. So thanks to all those inspiring souls... if not for your blogging... I guess I will still be a lazy bum watching TV in my free time.

So what does it take to write a blog I wonder?

Well I have done substantial research on this aspect trying to come up with something innovative to start my own blog but I least bit surprised about the results I found :D.

The results are :
First some amount of free time, not everyone has a good typing speed! or neither is everyone not a nerd and have things happening around him/her.

A Topic; well that is very much if u desire to have one or you are intending to pass on a message to the www. But other wise we can manage without it. Of my random readings these are just a few examples u can think of to start your blog. A fight at an apartment,or a dumb lecture at college, a romantic walk or even the way the dog woke up this morning..!!!. well anything you think is worth others time :) seriously that has been the only thing that really stopped me from writing anything all these days a topic or a reason to write on.. But i guess i was completely wrong I realized that is the last thing you should actually look for.

Its as simple as a basic kitchen drill- put oil in the pan and wait for it to get heated well what goes in the oil is the last thing to be concerned about and what comes out of it is just for the imagination to feed on.

Then the last bit Creativity which of course comes in varying proportions from something they call talent to some thing the way you present your stuff well its better understood as something you need least bit of consciousness or time to be devoted to. Its there and develops as you start writing more of the daily ramblings on to your blog.


Ok now if you are still reading and have read so far! it might be a small doubt in your mind as to why i wrote all this? well if you are yet to figure it out well keep it this way I helped myself to come out with a new topic to write and to start my blog.
Thats about it.

;) Cheers keep writing . Oh yeah, All the best to anyone inspired by this.