I touched upon Indians not making it easy for others to appreciate their art recently. I then mused about the melting pot that is India, and how difficult it can be for Indians to appreciate their own regional arts. Hence I would like to experiment sharing my affection of a Marathi song, and see if …
Category Archives: poetry
Round and Round
Round and round Mentally unsound On shaky ground Insecurity abounds
The mind whirls Emotion swirls Dreams unwind Destiny unkind
One hopes To elope But one is bound To one’s ground
To …
Personality vs. Character
Personality is like a rose
Everyone likes it
It attracts for a couple of days
And is then thrown away
Character is like chlorophyll
Not many know about it
It’s not visible
But it sustains life on earth.
Recycle Being
I amTherefore I breatheI amTherefore I live
To live or notThat is the questionTo breathe or notThat is the dilemma
Moments of panicThat are tragicI am lethargicThere’s need of some magic
UncomfortableUnstableUnableTo be stable
I am hurtBut I won’t be curtThe situation does hurtWho’ll clean up the dirt?
I will tryNot to cryIt’s about timeFor me to fly
Blind Love…
I can hear what you sayI sense we’re in a bindI can touch what you saySo what if I’m blind?
I understand youBetter than most othersEngulfed in your hairSmelling the flowers
The perfume of your hairLifts me out of despairThe darkness everywhereAsks me, do I dare?
Am I fit to be your lover?Blind, willing to bend lowerThis is what tears …
Tearful Attachment…
If I were a tear in your eyesI would lie on your cheeks and die on your lipsBut if you were a tear in my eyesI would never cry in fear of losing you
(Composed by a friend)
50 Years…
Sputnik soaredAtlas ShruggedMankind roaredEarth unplugged
Start of a space raceWhat a disgraceAmidst all the paceWho lost their face?
Fifty yearsCommunism shatteredMan yearnsHis dreams shattered
Ayn Rand publishedRussia extinguishedGalt spokeThe world awoke
Dagny TaggartA railroad at heartTorn apartYet, a work of art
Hank ReardenBeneath a burdenRefused a pardonBecame a guardian
FranciscoActed like in a discoHis characterMuch like a fresco
John GaltHis life exaltsLike single maltPure gestalt
Yuri …
To My Readers
There was once a RambodocWho twisted word and mindAlong came An Unquiet MindAnd soon they were one of a kind
Not forgetting herself, Aikaterine joinedOemar’s random musings entwinedThiru was perched on a spotNo wonder as he was on blogspot
Priyank was flying in the cloudWhile Arun thought out loudSree’s views, and Nita with her wide angle viewBrought many topics in …
Poetically Speaking, What is Poetry for me?
Again, something I’d written long time back, in 1990, to be precise. All criticisms welcome!
What do I write about?
The mountains, lakes, skies;
Or birds, flowers, and the like?
Here I am, amongst my daily troubles,
Wanting some peace of mind
Thought I would write a poem
But what do I write about?
I wonder what poets possess
That makes them poets
I wonder how their …
Which half of your brain are you using at the moment?
There are some truths you figure out yourself without needing to study them elsewhere.
I learnt a bit of yoga when I was a child, and while doing pranayama, learnt that the left nostril leads to the right part of the brain and vice versa.
Some years later, I bought the book Whole Brain Thinking, and discovered the …
