Delightful Search

Why am I not able to tell him a good-bye? In dim light room of our time together, of small, tiny recollections which we shared. It’s really tough for both of us to bunch away, with pain and grief we met near the bay. First man to give me a simple smile, during my teens I was there for him, just for a while. Gone memories, when we were two then became one, enclosed with love, sealed with our tears, seen by none. Butterflies I had today when you were near, in a fence of gloominess he protected me with no fear. For some time when we kissed each other in shy, God, I kept asking myself why? why? why? Packed the pieces of our broken heart, collected in a pile; we bind up lovingly, and placed then to a far-away smile. Lastly, we took small step each room together, joining each and every curtain which got shudder. Shutting down the door, leaving behind our pain, some day this world will bliss on every first rain. I wish to hurry; I wish to race, I wish to cover

Not anything fascinates me, Other than your threatening eyes. Like they are meant to mesmerize at times strange, at times joyful at times beating the ache after the damp nevertheless stunning are your seraph eyes.

I aspire strongly to reborn If you smile, then I will sing, If you cry, then I will worry. If you enjoy life, then I will live, If you talk, then I shall crave to hear. If you choose, then I shall agree, If you offer, then I shall understand. If you go against, then I will give my shoulders, If you go mute, then I shall be your words. Whilst my eyes twinkle with bliss, you are still attentively reading my poem. Our sugary whispering expressions, we share in each other’s ears. Sometimes it put me in to speculations! Will you really miss me, when I am gone? Breaking all commitment and bond, I aspire strongly to reborn.

A post dedicated to my dearest friend 'Sumithra'

A post dedicated to my mentor

'One of the greatest blessings of the Lord, lead my heart to my home, a place filled with love, for my brother, mother and father wait for me'. -- JP “Be Selfless” My son Avighna got admission in a new school which was just one km away from our house; he was just six years old. First day of the school, my son positioned himself by the main door of the classroom with butterflies in his tummy. He could see no one in spectacles; he was very much sad and shy with his head down and covered his face with cute little hands. I was telling him, “don’t do that, your new friends will tease you more, so forget about your spectacles”. His innocence was not allowing me to leave the school; I was waiting there until he settles down. I was praying he should not weep after I leave. I was watching him silently, I thought of giving him a small hug to make him feel comfortable, I tried to coax him to change his mood, suddenly, he spoke loudly with major worry “How will I make good friend

Hear my Voice “A woman’s silence can prove to be a misery to another”. ― JP It was a boring day for me in my office and I was trying to fall sick so that I could leave early. I tried to finish the book Voices in the Park by Anthony Browne, but the dullness in me pulled me off by reading. I switched off my computer and told my boss that I need to leave early, he said ok fine. I took a taxi for Marine Drive, it was 5:00 pm, and the sun was playing hide and seeks with the clouds, as if saying “hey, this is the last game of the day, I may leave now”. I found a better place from where I could see waves and sunset clearly. Lot of couple’s occupied good space on the tetra pods. I preferred to sit on the concrete bench which was also a boundary for the tetra pods. " Sometimes loneliness is better than a crowd". I saw a girl sitting alone gazing at the Sun. She must be about 20 years old, fair skin tone with rosy lips, expressive eyes and a charming smile that any

A dawdling walk with my emotions, Unlocked all my feelings, From the core of my heart, My tranquility fell apart.... My fever was intense, anxious, sickening, Shoddier than public speaking, He was in front of me, The memories I tried to erase… Times of yore, love of my life, Met and stood face to face, Asked me “How are you doing? ” “bulge… can’t you tell”. I Blush with disquiet, His eyes perforated me... The pain in my soul, He knows, he knows, he knows.....

As I expect my rain to come… I love the rain a lot, I love to drench, the way it elegantly falls from the trees. To place silently on an intolerant ground, ... sopping up the rain until it fades away. How many times does it rain? Who can identify how I sense when it rains? The rain acquire the troubles of today, which frequently fill my day with an blank distress. The pain and wild darkness rinse away, With the ensuing rain. Evanescently, the drizzle will dry up, as the sun’s heat cut the sky. Life proceeds in a normal way, repeated breathing with the vigor of change. The rain rinse away, grief, pain, and for a flash, it gives you the faith of purity once more. So, here I am, under the glow of a falling leaves of an antique willow tree. Hoping nervously for my rain to get nearer, to me, Outside with the flora and fauna singing, the sun shining, the wind blowing, and the leaves rustling, moment keep departing. As I expect my rain to come.

“ Education ” Or “ Adam ”  Every Boy and Girl should be blessed by Education to choose their best life partner which will be purely their responsibility to live in better way; nobody should force them to Opt or to Reject. This was in the month of July, Rhea was staying as a renter with Valsala amma at Tambaram, Chennai, near her institute, she was pursuing for her MBA in Journalism and Mass Communication,  Valsala amma a Tamil Brahmin almost 55 years old, unmarried, she dedicated her life in nursing her old bedridden father who passed away few years back, later she converted her house into paying guest accomm odation for those young woman who needed a shelter while working, she was little reluctant to accommodate students' because late night studies and exam preparations will keep them awake which will consume lot of power/electricity, she was depended on the income flowed through paying guest accommodation. Amma always kept herself busy chanting, cleaning th

  One day she forgot to dance… Kalyani aunty, a versatile dancer a soloist, academically an Engineer. She was trained at Shriram Bhartiya Kala Kendra in Delhi for many years. She has taught Bharatanatyam to selected and limited students who really want to explore their Bhāva (Sanskrit: bhāva, 'state, condition') also can be explained as the emotion or mood conveyed by a performer. Responsible wife of a busy husband and mother of two handsome boys, yet kept herself busy to make her dance move along with her growing age. Each time my friend nandini meet my aunt she shuddered by her looks which were brilliant and sharp, just nothing could have escaped by her eye sight and being a dancer she had a wide and gleaming eyes which was making each one of us respect her more.   One beautiful rainy day me and my friend nandini visited kalyani aunty‘s house as nandini was eagerly looking out for a dance teacher close to her house which was a strict line agreement set by h