when I left Infosys to travel seven seas...

This is Dedicated to my life in Infosys..........

No Matter how clichéd it might look,

The journey started from Mysore,

Yet another engineer, with hopes of his folk,

yet another Son, with throat, little sore.

With No clue what lay ahead,

The journey thus began into the woods,

With some old cohorts and head,

rest mere acquaintances in neighborhoods.

The time moves without regards and hitch,

So does the people around and life,

Its up to us how much of it can we clinch.

Not right are they, who doubt the friendship at work,

I made some treasured ones,

Or maybe it was my sheer luck.

Still,

No matter how clichéd it might look

The journey ends in pune,

With yet another journey to embark, in mind

With yet another fellowship to leave behind

In pursuit of one, waited have I long

For every composition, as they say, lies its genesis in a muse.

I have none, still I pen, with what so ever but not hues.

In pursuit of one, waited have I long

Childhood passed by, adolescence gone.

Heard of tales, their fairies and their fables, but were they just for fun,

Because stories are many but manifestations none.

There is someone, as they say, for everyone on this plain.

I have none, still I compose, with what so ever but not pain.

Late in night when lanterns lit the street with dim light,

I stroll down the loony lane, when faint is our sight,

Thoughts meander through the memory lanes

As in pursuit of one, waited have I long,

Wander along did my shadow, on and on from dusk to dawn.

Waiting for the fate, as they say, to take its own course

Childhood passed by and adolescence gone, yet I raise no uproars.

Still hold the belief, the stars will align,

Will get my muse, along with whom, I shall dine.

But Oh Lord, do take care, I am a mortal, won’t last long

Childhood passed by and adolescence gone,

And in pursuit of one, waited have I, already too long.

Samosa Instinct

Blame me not mother,

for, weather is the sinner.

Thou son wouldn't betray thy orders,

had the weather not been of instinct, so killer.

Last morning I resisted the urge so deeper,

but today evening again at 7 o clock,

Blame me not mother,

for having that SAMOSA in my last supper,

for, thee know, weather is the sinner.

I wish you were with me.....

I surmise, you were with me,
the day, Thee manifested me in corporeality.
Preserved in secluded space time,
have your assets and virtues been,
by the divine Sanctity,
under the aegis of which, we flourish.

I wish, you were with me,
the time I took to walk down the lane of adolescence.
Never was I that infatuated.
Now I know, for you were the one
to be adulated.

I wish you were with me,
Hermit when I felt, on the
Stage of life in the midst of
relational multitudes and acquaintances.

Still,...

I wish you with me,
Walked along, sang the hymn,
Make the stroll down the park,
A journey of lifetime.
Long before our existence, is the provenance
Of this affinity, I believe.
Though rendezvous remains unsubstantiated,
we shall go down the isle, a hope I Clive.

and,
I wish you could be with me,
Beside my cadaver, you stand.
Lament with music, elegy you chant.
Thereafter you are no recluse,
For my soul lies within you.
All I pray to Lord is to have you
Again as my muse.

For I always wish you were with me.......

Perplexing Austerity of LoVe

We usually misunderstand love. Love is not giving but judicious giving, judicious withholding; it is a perfect blend of praise, criticism, argument and struggle. At times we have to take painful decisions, which we should not back off from. Love is at times suppressing our ego to ensconce the other one, even if it may incommode us. In fact in love there are no two different egos, but the two souls blend together to form one consciousness, a consciousness which makes no difference between the souls and realizes one in another. Remember that spatial distances can never interfere with this divine unification of souls. Moreover they prove to be blessing in disguise in a sense that ‘distance makes heart grow fonder.’ Soul is nothing but an imposture of energy in the body, body which can be said to be a manifestation of energy. So when in love two souls unite together there is no room for impotence. Feel the surge of double energy within, i.e. love provides strength and not weakness. In love two individuals may loose their previous independence, but the satisfaction of having met our soul mate is far more potential than a slight loss of freedom. We should never lie to our muse, as we indirectly lie to God which makes punishment inevitable. Two lovers try to hide each other’s faults, they rejoice at each other’s success and accolade. They should be jealous of each other in the sense as to how come ‘you love me more than I do’. Love is a pleasant emotion coveted by many but fortuitous and blessed are only a few. So we should never let our love go away from us. As we come to realize the value of something only when it has moved away from us and mourn once we have lost it.

To divine SANCTUARY via VENUS-part1

It wasn’t a dark and stormy night, but quite the opposite actually. My semester break was over and I was supposed to attend the college from the very next day as I had already been late by three days. As expected, the great Indian train which was scheduled to arrive at 11pm, was late by three hours. It was the last train to leave from the station for that day, so the so called platform had only a handful of people loitering around. The lights were dim creating a dusky ambience. I sat on a bench and tried to snooze, but only a few minutes had passed when I woke up to a breath from evanescent aromatic breeze. It was this girl, in her early twenties with yellow habiliment and cherubic yet serene demeanour, whose presence suddenly pacified the storm into a zephyr, which felt to have come, crossing by a hundred chrysanthemums with soothing redolence of the first rain of the season in the midst of night. The breeze brought back the frills of her hair in front of the eyes and the drizzle left her shivered and covered with a strewed blanket as the rain does to the leaves.

There was it, a drop of water tripped down from her forehead, came tumbling down the right cheek and separated off from the chin, leaving my eyes sanctified.
The clouds were doing something more than just lingering in the sky; they were stealthily trying to conceal the moon from its probable direct encounter with this hallowed ecstasy. At this moment universe conspired and brought her to the seat, right next to me. I was on tenterhooks, to was this what I wanted, as for then I could no longer admire her, over that I didn’t want to be intrusive. It took me an hour to gather enough strength to ask her name, only to discover the fact that she was fast asleep……....