few words shaping and encompassing my life...

an adroit.... I'm not...
but ... aspire to be...
and the building blocks of language are constantly shaping me...
but there are a few ....
that... evolve me.. construe... and complete me...
these simple words have not changed or become a focus over night...
Certain events... epochs as they say..
made them special .... for me.. and maybe for others as well..

the touch, the fragrance .. the voice... that shapes me...
taught me an interesting and powerful word.. karma...
believe in it and it will believe in you....
feel it and understand its depth...
not to fear it but to engulf it...
and venerate it....

Empathy...a word .... endowed by a beau..
a lothario...:)
so special... and crazy to define...
gave me .. its meaning.. its relevance..
and its brutality....
but healed me... ...despite titillating the inane fool.....

a simple and a common word... forgiveness...
bestowed by an achiever in all respects..
living a life for betterment of others
but unable to comprehend the unforeseen obvious challenges..
passion drove him... made him truly the captain of the ship.
a ship now wrecked enough... sadly no cure available anymore...
but the captain lives .. so does his conviction...
and it lingers on... imbibing the Gandhian philosophy..
a salute to his era...

vibes and devotion....
two words combined in one for an emotion ...so sacred and pure ...
their reach unimaginable...
some term it the sixth sense...
a word from goddess itself...
felt at a glimpse of an idol..
an idol ... for whom one takes countless steps to visit..
hours of wandering and waiting
for a mere peek..
but the puissance experienced is beyond being termed heavenly:)

adaptation...
a make-belief word.. for some
for defining humankind as god's superior creature.
but alas that's not what i meant..
for its also encompasses living and feeling the happiness and pain of others
crossing the unseen lines in each others lives..
and a realization of what could have been worse or better for me.

lastly... the word last...
the ability to improve performance for some...
though a regretful memory for others..
for me.. it stands for a journey untouched......
opening horizons to unexplored realms...
and making the journey a cherished memory..

forgive me.. for confusing you to boredom..
there's one more .. that's me... till the last alphabet..
I've evolved to it.. and guess its a part of me..
Being Abstract is what i mean...
and I'm sure you ll agree..
but that's not what i aim..
its something...
coming naturally my friend...
after years of being obsolete..
I'm feeling complete;)

and the poet dies..:(.. or a new life?

I was very young say about 10 to 12 years old.... but started writing poetry much before.... my fans... ahhh who else.. my ever encouraging mother... don't get me wrong.. she's never been the one to think her daughter is the best:)// but she slyly wishes that... well I return to the ground:)... but this is not about her.. not yet...

Its about a person whose presence, whose love and who I understood long after he took the awaited journey...... awaited .. it came when he wanted.. it came when he saw everyone together.. it came too soon.. too soon to cherish the bond,, too soon to understand his presence in my life.. too soon to let go...

someone asked me ....."just tell me if u exist or no".. i guess I ll be able to answer that in what follows:)..... ever went through any suffering, any pain, any longing.... or a death.....


maybe they ll be able to understand what i aim through this series of posts...

prefer to make this a series.. so that its easier on a little weak heart:)....

but would like to conclude this one..

what is death...

a loss or a gain..
a relief mistaken for pain,

a truth forced to accept

or an enlightenment given by choice...

a life like that of a phoenix

or like the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner.....

though penance is not what i aim.....


For me.. its given me the courage to write again , paint again,, and realize the relevance of passion.. and the zest for life.... AGAIN.

An honest definición

What am i...... a promising poet's last resort?? or a struggling painter's last breath... a child's cry for help.. a saint's despair.... or am too confused to link a mere mortal LIKE ME... i do not attempt to define.. i try to understand my significance.. i try to comprehend the reason for my existence... try to ... just try:).... to make other's happy.. to make them forget their pain.. no i do not wish to be called a saint... or encourage any worship.. i attempt to find that light.. no lets say.. that vision, mmm or that power.. no inappropriate.. that me in me.... who knows things beyond what seen .. beyond whats one's true self... a little more of their third eye.. a little less of .... nirvana... i do not know what i write ... what i can say.. maybe because well i'm still a beginner at this.. .. trying to get back at what i was.. what i became and what i've re-learnt,,, the journey's endless... but i attempt to take it again.. give a meaning to it.. but fret not since its all for a mere selfish satisfaction:).. a desire to know a crazy me.. and a crazier soul i've made of me:).... the journey continues...