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Chapter 3 – Million Dollar Question
Comments (12)Never wished I were a soothsayer,
envisaging what is in store.
Always believed in taking life as it comes.
But today, I feel the pressing need,
to master the art of foresight.
One big Question hangs over my head.
Will it wrap around my neck,
or would it garland me?
Am anxious to know.
This Question goes on a roller coaster ride
inside the vastness of my mind,
and all along, I hope it comes to a halt,
in my favor.
Confusion, fear, uncertainty, hesitation and everything else
that’s part of a roller coaster ride, I suffer.
Would I topple down,
or will I complete the ride with a big sigh of relief?
Am eager to know.
I feel like a lost man,
grappling in absolute darkness,
looking for sight, for light.
As I proceed with my life,
everything seems muddled.
A sense of panic creeps in,
and I carry on unaware of my direction,
in the obscurity formed by this enigmatic Question.
Will I be doomed in this gloom,
or will I see the daylight break in?
Am raring to know.
With the answer to this Question,
lies everything, my life inclusive.
So I can’t be burdened with it for long.
Everything in this world has to come to an end,
be it for the good or the bad.
So am soon going to confront,
meet head on and unearth,
the answer to the million-dollar Question,
“She loves me, she loves me not? “
Chapter 2 – Sealed lips
My legs know no pain,
will walk beside her all through,
till the end of this world.
My hands know no rest,
they draw inspiration from her,
and keep poetizing her beauty.
My mind knows no state,
when awake, it keeps thinking her,
and dreams when otherwise.
My heart knows no depth,
it loves her with all sincerity,
from the bottom of it’s heart.
My lips, oh no, know fear,
my love remains unexpressed,
will I ever be able to open up.
Happy Birthday !!!
Oh mermaid sans the fins,
you stir up joy within.
Oh malabar mannequin,
my heart goes for a spin.
Oh angel’s identic twin,
you are just so enchantin’.
Oh Juliet’s distant kin,
I confess my fondness herein.
With fanfare and energetic din,
here’s me wishing you
a Happy Birthday ASIN
I had to read this to realize the significance of today.
Chapter 1 – Sleepless awakening
Beware. Chapter 3 is just as lengthy !
Amid thousand faces, I keep searching hers,
my eyes assiduously indulging in the hunt,
deftly shifting their gaze when they find her face.
Concentration dwindles, with work piling up,
nothing seems more significant,than a little chat with her.
All through the day, she invokes a pleasant thought,
and am dancing in a far away wonderland,
with all my worries and troubles shed.
I keep staring at my mobile, waiting to hear from her,
and at the least expected moment,
my mobile sings the special tone I saved exclusively for her.
The prolonged wait proves worthy.
My sleep has become a dream, missing from my life lately,
still no nightly moment passes without she occupying my mind.
I find these actions of mine inexplicable.
She is like the rainbow, colorful and beautiful,
adorning the entire expanse of the sky,
bringing in joy and happiness to everyone around.
How I wish I were the sky, I have no means to convey !
A dreadful sense of melancholy is evoked in me,
I go through a volley of emotions,
I suddenly see myself reliving my past,
the one I had consciously managed to put behind me.
I call up my pal, to keep myself occupied,
but the feelings return at the end of the banter.
My mind is misplaced in thoughts, she being the subject matter.
The night turns gruelling with every stretched second,
time makes unhurried progress extending my anguish.
I wait eternally for the torment to end.
At a snail’s pace, the sun finally rises.
It dawns. And it dawns on me too.
I suddenly find the reason behind my actions.
The punishing emotions I suffered seem sensible.
I realize I AM IN LOVE,
for the second time in my life.
And I wish with all earnestness, there is no third time.
Prelude to a love story
** Based on a true story **
It’s a topic that’s been beaten to death for ages now. And it’s a feeling that encroaches into every human being’s heart and soul. My Protagonist was no exception either. We have heard about how this emotion turns every individual into a poet. But, only few have the courage to accept and say “Irukkum kavingyargal imsai podhum ennaiyum kavingyan aakaathey”.
He did not start writing poems after he fell for this heavenly feeling. But he did write when he was completely taken over by this thing called LOVE. What ensued during this idyllic phase in his life was a series of poems that captured his mood, his fears, and just about everything else that was going on inside of him. And am going to do exactly what’s there in your mind now. Yeah ! Am gonna fill this space with those four poems (one of them unreleased so far) that he cherishes from the nadir of his heart.
This is just a prelude to his Love Story. Chapter 1 starts from tomorrow :o)
P.S. Comments on who is it, what is it, when was this would not be entertained ;o)))
Snoozzzzzze
It all started with a Yawn.
And so I fell horizontal.
Quite naturally began to doze off.
The zzzz slowly changed into a snore.
I went into a deep slumber.
Saw wood and dead log I became.
By the time I woke up, I could only manage to grumble.
“Sigh ! There goes another wasted weekend”
Pic Courtesy : Fredcat.net
Missing you
Wrote this for someone special, sometime back. Quite understandably, everything that’s special need not be eternal. Only the feeling lingers at times :o))
Like the sands of Sahara, arid and
Missing the monsoons,
Like the hours of darkness, murky and
Missing the crack of dawn,
Like a withering rose, wilting and
Missing a glance of sun’s beam,
Like the deprived lot, famished and
Missing a morsel of rice,
Like a desolate soul, abandoned and
Missing a devoted friend,
Like a dying man, downhearted and
Missing a miraculous cure,
Am here, forsaken and forlorn,
Missing you.
SMS – Simple Morning Sweetness
“All mornings are like paintings – You need little inspiration to get going, a smile to brighten it and a message from someone who cares to color your day… GOOD MORNING”
Is it not nice to wake up to such a nice sms in the morning? Really does make your day. And of course it did make mine today. But, when I looked around me, what I saw – dresses strewn all over, chaos and confusion from the office going folks in drawing room, couple of missed calls from office, and nine on the clock – only prompted me to respond with this message.
“All mornings are like reality – You have to brush your teeth, have coffee, take a shower, get ready for work and head towards office… GOOD MORNING”
Hope everyone is having a wonderful day !
P.S. On Sophie’s request, giving a link to my other auto posts
Talking talking cabbie
Me ? Eve teasing?
Blink blink blink
While talking about an incident that happened to me once, Ravi suggested that I should probably post it in my blog… And so, here goes…
I am bugged of bargaining with auto wallahs every time I take a rick from Tidel to my home. Invariably this is how it would seem…
Day 1
Auto wallah : Sir, 30 Rs.
Me : Illa pa. 25 Rs.
Day 2
Auto wallah : Sir, 30 Rs.
Me : Illa pa. 25 Rs.
Day 3
Auto wallah: Sir, 30 Rs.
Me : Illa pa 25 Rs.
So, on day 4 I decided to move away from the usual auto stand to catch a running auto. This is how the conversation went
Auto wallah : Sir, 20 Rs.
Me : (instinctively) Illa pa, 25 Rs.
Auto Wallah : Ok sir.
Me : * Blink blink blink *
Others who were party to my recalling this incident when we met at Chennai Trade Center were Sophie, Hari, Vee-jay and Shekys. It was a pleasant evening yesterday on the lawns of CTC when we met, munched corns, discussed, laughed and pulled legs. Yet again, it was a wonderful opportunity for me to identify blogs I have been reading with a human face. I also did go back with two new blogs, the faces behind which (Shekar and Hari) I got introduced to yesterday.
Long live Gaurav, long live Rashmi !
Some quotes from here:
“Amongst all nations of the world perhaps the maximum abuse of democracy by individuals (rich/famous/politicians) takes place in India. When a senior Labour Party leader in UK is caught in a sex scandal, he accepts, apologises and resigns. No one in the US, UK or Japan who is caught red handed in some case of corruption ever denies it. The assumption of course is that the public is intelligent enough to see the truth behind, say, a Tarun Tejpal’s Tehelka or a Rajat Sharma’s India TV sting operation. In India of course we are shameless. Shamelessly, they came the very next day after the Tehelka episode, with ludicrous and shameless claims of falsely doctored tapes, assuming I guess that the public remains perpetually drunk and can’t see the most evident truth. Surprisingly the media (which often gives an impression of being perpetually drunk) did give these statements enough coverage to make the entire episode look confusing for the masses. In days to come the shameless were seen giving interviews in celebrity chat shows and were given high visibility through the peep show pages (read page 3) of leading dailies. But of course the matter didn’t end at that. The shameless went further shamelessly behind Tehelka, and rest as they say, is history. And history has a habit of repeating itself.”
Is history not repeating itself yet again ? And look who is talking about abuse of democracy in India. Who is the shameless and who is Tehelka in the current context?
“Final analysis: I read the Tehelka newspaper regularly. It is as bold and as revealing as ever. Every issue has some revelations that leave me shocked. India TV might also mature up to more serious issues in times to come, once the eyeballs have settled down. But does it matter? Can they change India? No. Not until they have betrayers in their own community. Not until journalists from other media houses take up the issues they bring forward and take it forcefully to the public. Till then I only hope that many more Tehelka’s and many more India Tv’s come up and make hell out of the lives of the shameless creeps who occupy public space. It was supposed to be the job of the newspaper that you are reading right now. Sad that the market forces don’t allow them to mess up with the rich (their advertisers) and the politicians (who can mess up their basic existence). Till the time they do their jobs properly… Long live Tehelka! Long Live India TV!”
Going by the same viewpoint, should we/he/and everyone else not be saying, long live Gaurav ! Long live Rashmi? After all, just like how the author hoped, did they not come up and make hell out of the lives of the creeps? Preachers don’t practise eh ?
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