Inclusivity

  I was hearing to Mr.Keeravani’s acceptance speech , he said he grew up listening to Carpenters. Why carpenters? Does the oppression from the colonial days have forced us to quote what they listened to or is it our own inferiority complex thinking we are lesser  so we need to quote something they know. Won’t there be a common ground between east and west especially on the academy stage ? Why didn’t he say about he comes from land where A R Rahman is from or Rasool PooKutty ? He even “sang” his speech to Top of the world. Is there a gap in inclusiveness after all? Why should we quote them when we have our own to feel connected or to make our mark. With his speech I know more Indians started listening to carpenters. But really was it a necessity,but what if he really loved Carpenters guess we will never know. 

The Lost Mind

The days I thought I am crumbling into that dark hole

The days tears dripped down until it left me with no tears

The days I felt my shivering hands trying to hold on to something strong

The days where I felt the whole world moving around the lifeless me

The days I heard whispers around me

The days I felt nothing in me alive

The days where the colors in my life have been faded

The days that left me with nothing

What makes me breathe even now?

How many of us would have felt this at least once?On a day when things didn't go as we expected or an early morning argument with anyone in the family?But have you thought about people who has to undergo this sort of feeling without knowing the reason-Depression. They just need you to believe them, trust them n hold them tight.It can be tiring for you ,you may never know what was the trigger ,you may never know that this chirpy person you see is fighting a battle inside.Look for the signs & help them overcome it,to be  their usual self , you will be glad you did that :)

LAWS

I make
I break
I mend
I penalize
I am blind ,holding the balance
There's no you,
There's no me

The crime and evidence I shall see
I bleed in guilt and dismay, an innocent soul crushed by me
The crime and evidence I shall see,
Suffocating judgments shall be made
Weeping women ,wailing children, weak men none were spared
I claim justice served right
I am blind, holding the balance
Ears wide open I hear whispering curses and abuses on me
Its you who shall protect me and I shall protect you.
Its you who should know right and wrong
I am blind crime and evidence I shall see.

I am not against any laws in fact I feel it is the laws that has protected me all the while. Its our duty to protect laws and then depend on the law to protect us. Without protecting and following the law how can we expect it to protect us?

 

By The Sea

 Here I stand on your shore
Seeing the waves touching the land
Sometimes caressing  as though you are trying to heal its wounds
And at times gushing like an angry witch yelling out your agony to the land
The land is so engrossed in its hustle and bustle
Sometimes trapping the shells under its layers
Sometimes trapping my feetWere you sad and disappointed of the land
With a heart of ice?
Why aren't you tired ?
Or did the land tell you something that I didn't hear ?
Your kind of friendship I have never seen before
You touch and go as if to stay
 and  land, trying to trap the treasures
As memoirs of your short visits
And here I stand and see the circle of this game which started even before
I came
Wonder how many such treasures you have
To gift to your only friend
Wouldn't it be all gone one day ?
What reason you would have then to meet the land ?
May be you have bountiful to give away
And for how long ?
FOREVER .

I have been always fascinated by sea . It's the gushing sound ,the sand and the positive vibes that I have felt .I have always felt that waves try to show us that we must try even if we know we wont get it. Also it takes a little land every time it recedes. Its not a completely unsuccessful trial it is making.

We also meet such people in our lives or would have met, people who strive hard without even complaining  just to feel accomplished. People who seldom gives and takes everything what you have, and people who never expect anything in return but gives whatever they can and when you meet such people know that they are the keepers.  

Smoking is an art

Every puff you breathe in is an ecstasy
Every puff you breathe out is the pain in your heart

Every pinch of ash you tap away is your sooted past

Every puff you breathe in is your sorrow
Every puff you breathe out is your happiness
Every pinch of ash you tap away is A MOMENT THAT YOU LIVED
Indeed smoking is an art


I was inspired to write this poem when I saw a healthy young man dressed so well that any woman would lay her eyes upon. And I was thinking of reasons why that gentleman would pay for something that can kill him and give him a painful death? Yes, suicidal. But the way he smoked made me feel he is painting a beautiful picture ,away from his schedules, away from his tasks ,he stands there in front of those petty shops dressed so neat. He definitely would have found solace in that 5 minutes. I didn't see him throwing the cigarette away nor tapping the ash I just saw a glimpse and my bus moved away.
Isn't this life ? A smoking man still smoking and a whole lot of chaos moving ,staying and revolving round him?
This is my first blog, I don't know who all would read this. Are there still people reading blogs? Its my best friend who persuaded me to blog, may be he liked the fact that I write and felt people should read and  I should learn more from the people who are reading this.