Writers' Choice

In my world--------- Stars speak through haloed range of galaxies. Words whisper memories of infancy and dreams. Fantasy serenades existential calm and power. Excitement echoes surrender and serenity to purpose. Social norms, are nothing more than abracadabra. Your paints and sketches touch my imagination. Love decks curiosity in sapphire glamour----   Hues of ethereal ignorance multiplies freedom And Bliss drops like nectar in sweet ecstasy To pump feeling, the heart has never felt before.

I love to dream about my incandescent past That left me with tears, no agony could surmise. My jelly skepticism bleached into tiny forms Of multitude fantasies, in songs and taste. The taste buds responded and I glued to Him for more,of what,I could never comprehend Or dare to imagine. The rattling symphony of sarees and shoes--- The booming bell, with its Suprabhatam twang--- the shiny eucalyptus with its barks to make Chris Mom gifts--- Called me for excursion and I trailed along their path.. To glow into an orb that destiny should have designed. Otherwise with all the peachy paraphernalia   and the commensurate decadence of values and custom, Survival would have been punishment, and desire to grow, a sin.                                            ...

This is life- All tears and smiles... Live it through a while awhile... Give it so that love never ends... Get yourself through Such that mind remains bent! For He is the One Above and alone That shoots our pictures When moments are gone. He is the laughter in trials and fears. He is the song That sings in our ears. Carry His message   To create anew A moment of the heart, A life renewed.

Let me give the me I call mine, and experience the bliss You gave me Let me hold the me in my hand, and forecast the strength You bore me. Let me be a magic for sometime, and give Thee my heart You swore me. Let me be the philosopher's stone and guide You the message You wrote me. Let me be the song for sometime and dance the tune You filled me Let me be the atom You called Mine, and be the same You sketched me.

Looks like the ‘maid servant’  industry has the most telling job in the market. With ‘begging’ as a lucrative service closely following it, the terms and conditions of this service provides a higher standard of relaxation. Monthly payments remain fixed despite unlimited number of days’ leave or deliberate absence. A month-worn fixed salary comes without stress or pain and the only prerogative is a verbal information. They come in a package. They determine the price for a set of tasks and have the ‘option’ to press the ‘control’ button. They have innumerable excuses to convince the household head and sometimes even has the man succumb to their tantrums. Uncle X, over here, happened to scold one of our ‘heroines’ for lacking a sense of responsibility. She silenced him by shouting out loud, outside, for all to hear, for misbehaving with her. Our law too is at ‘their’ mercy, ( unintentionally of course). Strange but true. We have so become vulnerable to the onslaughts of the...

Life’s introspection comes with its tell- tale woes and bereavement. It can either be a wrong thought, a relationship turned sour or appreciation of the karma theory in silent suffering. Nevertheless its functional prowess, charm an grandeur is dependent on the ability to resolve, suffer, surrender. My friend had been into a matrimonial episode where the fiend of a gentleman took away the blossoming charisma that is so becoming of a newly-wed. Tension wrought out the clumsy interior of a hapless human being who for no rhyme or reason chastised my friend. Times calculated a karma theory in action and gave the necessary integrity and outrageousness to force law to comply. The hybrid causes of tolerance and servitude is a result of wanton compromise. If the outcome is not going to work out with criticism or self effort then the best way out is to keep the tongue from wagging, for, truth will take its own time to deliver. It does take a Anna Hazare 70 years of time to come out of the coco...

Come to me in spirit I seek Come to me in moments I speak Come to me in voice alone Come to me in times of doom. Come to me in dreams I see That leaves its trace in morning's me Come to me in serious doubts Come to me to unfold knots. Come to me in solitude's bower Come to me in learning's shower Come to me with hands that say 'Give me Your number, I'll call I may'. Come to me with a promise benign Come to me in stars that shine Come to me in everyday chores In books or mags, movies or more. Come to me in shades of hue Come to me in moments due Come to me to share Your thoughts Come to me in image of sorts. Come to me the way I do In daily prayers in remembering You Come to me in nature divine Come to me, You are Mine.

This comes almost as a sequel to my previous post 'On Womanhood'. This lady has been serving me ever since she had conceived. I found her touch almost a part of the life that I am living and her presence, inevitable to my well-being. In my kindergarten days, she was a terror. So strict a disciplinarian naturally is unwanted for, to any child and her affinity to education was what I loathed the most. However if words are pouring forth to give shape to my thoughts, I owe it to my mother. Grace is a name that has been given by man to the beauty of womanhood. My mother is short and plump (as I saw her through the eyes of a child) and what pleased me to see, is how she combed her hair, served our dishes after arranging the table, knit our woollen garments and dress us to school. All with meticulous simplicity within time. The one thing I found charming and unparalleled was her smile and the glint in those eyes when she laughed her heart out. However, I hated to be disciplined....

My friend presently extolled the beauty of women in today’s Newsfeed in Facebook: Its so heart warming to see women deal with life's issues so boldly and overcome pain and difficulties with courage. Bold, energetic, fighting and extremely loving, these women stand out for their individuality. Their identity and happiness doesnt depend on career,money, physical appearance or the men(husband/son/father) in their lives.. but only on their high spirit to live and to love. Salute to them. God Bless! Ever since time has brought life into its manifold beauty, women have been held in high esteem. Be it Mother Mary or Goddess Durga, Rani LaxmiBai or Joan of Arc, women have since time immemorial, served as the right instruments of God's work.  It used to be a matriarchial society when men decided to change history and manipulate scriptures to bring things under their fold. The controversial Godman Sathya SaiBaba glorified women in their being parents and their role as the most imp...

Enwrapped in your black garment when you cast your entrance almost unnnoticingly, much like the uninvited and leave dark strains with your stride You do not seem to notice   innumerable drops squeezed from eyes. huh! O' the Merciless O' the hard heartened Why do you inflict pain to the survivors? Why do you entertain their groans and screams? Why don't you listen to the very self that has made you? I chastise you Your very existence You know no time no treasure that nourish the human heart. You spoil, you decay You contrive and conspire to burn and mourn, ruin and rust! O' the agony of You! Why do you smile?? Do you have a heart or  Is it to the vast vacuuum that I spill  out my agony, my chastisement? How slowly you step. Kill me if you like. I know no fear I know no sorrow I know no Triumph  that associates you and your being. Oh!! What???  What do I hear me say?? You look arrogant But you need to fall at my...

Reminiscences of the departure of a loved one Had once clouded my mind, veiled my thoughts. And so I failed--- To see the ball of fire the silver beams the starry nights.                                                     I failed to--- hear the jubilant notes of the birds and the bees smell the exotic aroma of the fruits and flowers feel the heat of the summer and winter chill taste the juice of nature but salted tears.     How could I be so harsh to myself- staring at the azure world failing dewdrops? How could I not see the pain in their eyes and the silence in their consolation tears in their laughter and blood in their hearts? Because there is pain there is joy Because there is misery there is hope Because there is silence, there is sound Because there is love there is feeling. The voice I hear tells me to rise ...

How you had longed-                                       to live the life to thrive on it to take the world in your stride! How you had longed---                                                   to have a family to live in a world of ecstasy and amplitude! Would there be a day when you find your dreams come true at the power of something?              or                                               has the day gone your dreams unfulfilled? There might have been another life when we had fought and you killed me? A justification for the event That made me cry after you died? The day passed, the nig...

Writers' Choice: Lines of rhythmic beauty : "They were pearls round Mother Nature's neck. The sky was gloomy as was my mood. It had been raining. I went outside not for the fun of it..."

They were pearls round Mother Nature's neck.  The sky was gloomy as was my mood. It had been raining. I went outside not for the fun of it but just to give me a boost. At such times, you cannot but help being but yourself, because it's Mother Nature conspiring to take you by the collar. I am susceptible to cold and cough. But my spirit got the better of me and I decided to take myself out without an umbrella. I was being completely with myself. No phone calls, occasional smiles, the pitter- patter of the rain and then as I rested my heavy self on a slab, I looked up to see the beauty Mother Nature thankfully presented. A plant with drops of rain on the edge of its leaves. Nothing new to nature lovers. No, not even me. But there it was revealing itself to me-- my beauty. I was there just in time to get the glimpse. The fading light would not have allowed me to participate in full measure had I been late, or had I allowed my mind to continue being clouded. There they wer...

'Sweet' is a favored word and the only one that most probably goes well with my constitution. At odd hours when  we accidentally stumble upon unexpected surprises  well, 'sweet' is the word that most sweetly sweeps through the being. Morning saw a sweet kid coming up to me and sweetly whispering: 'Ma'm, I don't have any more sweets'. I had already eyed the 'Mars' chocolate in the Chemistry teacher's hand. I should refrain from  chocolates. However, had it been a child of a different grade I'd have surely minded. But these words coming from a 9 year old, genuinely from a sweet heart, quelled my rising desire when I eyed the 'Melody' slowly being forwarded. I had come to the school a bit late, just in time for the assembly only to know that due to technical failures, there would be no power.Then there was a substitution class like an ice-cream topping on creamed lassi. Howmuchever things looked different, I found my spirit u...

Can you imagine a drink squeezed out of carrot, beet-root and apple have powers to help you survive when you have almost given up? I just did. I haven't tried but am looking forward to trying it out. It can cure cancer, deadly as it may sound. Ulcer and many more ailments like constipation, eye problems, blood pressure, kidney problems, muscle pain, menstrual problems etc. Man in his prayers for the well-being of the world has been trying to solve some of the issues that most concern the minds on earth and health is one of them. Umpteen number of times have we discussed health issues in magazines and electronic media and yoga-centres and religious institutions, yet we, at least some of us, have failed to attain that perfect health we all are looking forward to. Why so??? We all know the turmoil man is going through. Man's incessant urge to access prowess has made corruption ubiquitous. We sing songs of Michael Jackson (Heal the World) but prevent any kind of action ta...

She came to me with dreams in eyes A promise she held so as to surmise Her presence in class had her to cause Memory and matter in sweet applause. She carried herself ; Time’s sweet chance In open breath when seen askance Talked she well, with friends so few or compete with them In programmes anew. The love she bore to studies and aught Fared her well, laurels she brought Topped in class, she taxed her brain  Time she spent, in revision refrain. She gathered herself more often than not In the midst of crowds Practicals’ brought Even she starred when ‘tests’ were due Her mind in place confidence imbued. She presents to me a picture of time When love’s sweet bells in memories’ chime She owes to me ‘a lot’ she says If I am the Sun, she is my rays

Writing is easy Writing is fun You write things Under the sun. Morning's charisma, treasured drops, gilly danda, Durgapur Rocks! Football badminton in Pepsi's sway Try out cricket on the keypad way. Language no bar when minutes don't count You are the master,doing the rounds Pouring comments can be Indian rain                      Erratic ecstasy tickling your brain. You may find some meanings prop from nowhere near or as you thought. Books and knowledge long past swim                             to the conscious terrain filled to the brim. Write what you think and think as much To carry forth treasures to the Poles and Dutch Love to write and write what you love For love is the message and Writing,the dove.....