Tuesday, January 26, 2010
No one to condemn and none to flatter,
Watch the last pieces of your inhibitions shatter,
For you choose the rhythm and you set the tone
This one's for you and you alone.
You sure are not putting up a show ,
So, grace be damned .. just go with the flow.
Don't act aggressive and don't act coy
Just take a moment to let in the joy.
Away from all the lies and pretense
Look at the world through a brand new lens
Honest emotions are so hard to find
This slice of truth is hence one of a kind
Life's a play and that's your cue
To roll the dice and see where it takes you,
So,throw the ball and do the catching
And dance away as if no one watching.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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Tuesday, September 29, 2009
I was getting back home from work when the rains beat upon my head with a vengeance.Most of my frens yearn for the monsoon in Chennai. Say rain, and one immediately conjures up images of cozy couples and intimate conversations.Rain and romance are synonymous for some people.But whoever said the rain is romantic has obviously never got drenched by the rain in Chennai.I don t find anything remotely romantic about getting soaked on dirty roads with open manholes, and gawking men.
All you romantics out there,please remove your rose tinted glasses and take a look .I bet you will find that getting wet in the rain is the most unromantic thing in the world.Rain is great when you don't have to actually experience it.Rain and romance just don't gel for me.Period.Well, maybe it would ,if i am in a pristine cottage on the Alps amidst a serene lake with a guy who looks like Brad Pitt.Maybe..(k lets not get carried away)..I will let you know about my altered opinions if and when this happens;-)
If our Tamil movies are to be believed ,Indian women love dancing in the rain(preferably wearing transparent sarees and impossible shoes) .... People,these girls are paid to do it and that's why they are so ecstatic about it.Ask any rational girl if she would like to dance in the rain amidst squishy puddles and people spitting all around them .Go on . just ask . . she will probably give you a look that would make you wish you were soluble in the rain.
As for me,I finally reached home; drenched from head to foot,tired ,hungry, and not to mention a wee bit disgusted about the things i would have unknowingly tread on.After cleaning up and eating ,I looked out of the window to find it still raining.From the comforts of my house, i found t it beautiful and tender and poetic .And i could empathize with the poet who said"Rain is grace;rain is the sky condescending the earth..." (What can i say? I guess for any sort of aesthetic activity or perception to exist,certain preconditions are indispensable ;-) )
Friday, September 11, 2009
There is more to silence than the absence of sound
More to a desert than just the bare ground
There is more to beauty than that, which meets the eye,
There is more to deception than just the outright lie
There is more than pain in the unshed tear
More to an unsaid word than speech can bear
A home is more than just bricks and stone,
There is more to a man than just flesh and bone,
There is more to your dog than its bark and bite,
There is more to the sunset than just a trick of light,
There is more to love than all the poets can tell
More to that dream which even despair can’t fell
There is more to God than we will ever know,
And there is more to us than we will ever show
An eagle soars in the skies alone
The winds whistle tunes unknown
The joyous building of castles in sand
The tender faith in an outstretched hand
Reaches out to the person within
Who is pure, permanent and unaffected by sin
The myriad reasons behind the gleam of an eye
The million shades between the truth and the lie
Are you the one who chooses your words?
Soft as petals or sharp as swords
Are you bruised by very little and then some
Listen gal, there is more from where that came from
Are you waving your fists in the air?
Does everything seem so damn unfair?
Life is a melody and I sing along
However off tune, this is my song
I am the girl who awakens to find it a dream
And the woman who sleeps to find her dream