Celebration!!

It was past midnight
I was fast asleep

I was woken up by some loud noise
I thought I was conscious..
I fell into trance
I could still hear the sound.
I knew that was the sound of celebration
I could hear it near..
No that was from somewhere very far
As time progressed louder and clearer..
There was a sudden flash of light..
I knew that was again from the celebration..
I strained to visualize the celebration..
What could it be ?
Who would be celebrating?
Where was it going on?
There was again a flash of light..
I got annoyed at my friend for leaving the room window open.
I was too sleepy to get up and close it.
I heard a loud sound followed by it..
And I woke up with the splash of water on my face..

It was the celebration in the sky..
I woke up with the smile to know it was thunder and lightning..
With rain drops on my face!!!

Flamboyant Proposal

A painting half done is just paint spilt over paper.
Hey Artist!! Here waits the brush..
A sculpture half finished is a broken stone.
Hey Sculptor!! Here waits the chisel..
A poem half written is an incomplete sentence...
Hey Poet!! Here waits the pen.

Hey Man!!.. You see..
This hand longs for your attention..
This hand yearns for a companion
The owner has made numerous efforts to make beautify it..
It waits to be held
And  awaits the glow of a lustrous metal..
Life without you is incomplete..You complete it......

Shadow - Curse or Cure?

I was too young to resist.. my mother said " don't go out in the sun, play in the shade". I believed the shadows were a cure to avoid curse of not playing outdoors.
Time passed.... New shadows were casted... I am still ignorant of the light..
I was told light would harm.. I trusted shade was safer.
I was told light was dangerous.. I took it to heart.
I was told I shall walk you through... I longed for a drive.
I was told there could be no better shadows...  I never knew what I was denied of.
I was told shadows were personalised gifts..I realized I was already sharing.
I thought I could cast a shadow too... No..That was curse befallen..
I was never let to cast my shadow... I was always over shadowed.
I thought I could fly..I waited
Innocence
I thought I had no wings.. I waited for it to grow.
Immature
I thought my wings were broken.. I waited for it to cure.
Ignorance
I waited for a day to stretch my wings and fly..
Alas... They were tied..
I fought.. I removed...
Now they are broken beyond repair
I wish I was a bird with wings to fly..

Are you Miss Rapunzel? - The Blind Man's Encounter

I knew she passed by
Wish she could have stayed longer
I knew she was near

Wish I could get hold of her
I knew she was at the table before me
I was moving closer without will..
I knew she was walking before me..
I effortlessly followed.

Is that what people call "magic"?
An aroma swept across my face..
Something caressed my arm..

Is that what people call "flower"?
For I know not what shape it is..
I was taught that flowers smell good.
And I walked towards it...

Is that what people call "a butterfly"?
I've heard butterflies flutter around flowers and I thought I felt  it..
For the touch was like something I was taught "soft" feels like ..

I heard a giggle..
Oh sir.. That's my hair..came the reply
So Are you Miss Rapunzel?
Ha ha ha ..
Miss..But my hair doesn't have the same fragrance and texture?
Sir I use Dove Hair Care Therapy..That was the end of my hair problems.
Hmm..........

You know me??

I know you are powerful..
Still I used you with least care.
I know you are poisonous..
Still I seek your help.
I know you can cut and slaughter...
Still I use you to protect myself.
I know you can pierce and leave a permanent scar..
Still I was after you to make you my weapon.
I know you can break beyond repair
Still I made every effort to utilize you very effectively.

You have the other extremes too..
You can bring laurels,
Very few get it..
You can heal wounds...
Very few resort to it..
You can erase grief...
Who cares
You can make relationships...
Oh.. Here it is all fake..
You can cure...
You can create warmth...
You can bring peace...

Despite these supreme capabilities... men take you for granted.
Men learnt very little about how cautiously and wisely you need to be handled.

Lord.. You blessed us with this gift... The WORD
Spare us from this falling curse of not using it correct..


“Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be
acceptable in thy sight, O LORD” (Psalm 19:14).

This can happen to you too!!

This happened last Thursday. In a journey from Chennai to Trichy witnessed a strange event. I traveled in KPN Volvo Multi Axle AC bus.

It was past midnight. I found the guy from the immediate seat behind moving about . He was searching for his bag as the lights were dim and finally located it.He walked back with it. A few minutes later saw him put the bag back in place.

I had a disturbed sleep and I woke up. I saw a guy standing a few seats far and was digging into luggage space. To my surprise I realized it was the same guy as he walked back and occupied the seat behind me.

There were hardly any people when the bus was stopped for a break around 3. My friend who traveled with me got down for a cup of coffee. I woke up and was shaken to find the bus empty. I turned I saw the guy staring at me.

As the bus reached the outskirts of the city, my friend was telling me about the same guy moving up and down and carrying bags. My friend was annoyed by the movement for he hit the reclined seat every time he tried to step our of his seat.
 When the bus stopped , and the first passenger was getting ready to get down, I realized that the old man was carrying the bag which this guy was digging at night. I couldn't get hold what was going on. I alerted my friend about my shock. My friend showed another bag and said that the guy was carrying that bag just a few minutes before. But that was in a another guys lap.

By the time I realized that he was a potential thief, I had to  get down.
He realized that we knew and he got down at the next stop in a hurry.
I walked following him. He and his companion paced down the road and was nowhere in minutes.
They carried just normal backpacks like everyone else.
Not sure if it was cellphones, cash or what other things ..

People woke up from their sleep. Collected their luggage and innocently headed home.
Not sure when they searched for their valuables.. did they complain at KPN office?
Did they guess something like this?

The e-ticket and the website says "The company is not responsible for any loss, theft or damage to luggage(s)".
I was clouded by thoughts for I couldn't be of any help ..Had I realized it earlier, would I have dared to walk and alert people about a thief in the bus? Would people believe me if I had said so? Suppose he knew that I was about to alert people would he attack me?

Power of NO

The most important words in any language are small words. “Yes,” for example. Love. God. These are words that are easy to utter, and they fill in empty spaces in our world.
However, there is one word – also a small one – that we find difficult to say: “No”.-- Says Paulo Coelho in the article On the importance of NO .

As I read through the article, my mind started a parallel process of reflecting on my "Yes" and "No". The output of the contemplation is the write up below..

You defined my boundaries.. I let you do it for I believed you knew me.
Wish I had uttered a NO.
For you trespassed..

You laid restrictions.. I happily obliged for I thought you secured me.

Wish I had uttered a NO.
For you are nowhere around now and I am clueless how to secure myself.

You brought in your version of social networking for me.. I accepted for I trusted for it was for my good.
Wish I had uttered a NO.
For that is applicable only for me and you had different versions time to time.

You told me to whom I should and shouldn't be friends with.. I agreed for I have you and I never needed anybody else.
Wish I had uttered a NO.
For I fought limbless and I am orphaned now.
You have patched up whomsoever whenever necessary at ease.

I spelt out every movement of mine.. I strictly kept you informed. You did too.
Wish I had uttered a NO. and heartily expected and accepted a NO too.
Now I don't do it for it hurts another soul with whom you know I will be safe too.
Now when I ask you about your whereabouts.. You retort "Who are you?"

Holding hard to the all the "Yes"
I still wish that i had said a NO.. and yet to say a NO.Lost and clueless... Don't know where, when and how to say NO..
For who am I now? My 'Yes' or 'No' means the same.

The doll was keyed to smile.. it effortlessly did
The doll was keyed to sing... it wholeheartedly did
The doll was keyed to dance... it gracefully did....
It was admired.. adored.
It performed with keying.. It was applauded.
It was bent, turned and tossed.. it flexed.. for it vouched it was in safe hands.

Keys were misplaced.. Tunes changed.. Limbs became weak, broken..
Now it is bent, turned an tossed beyond control...
It took a toll..
The doll is broken beyond repair.
Now it is just a discarded broken toy.