Monday, April 11, 2011

Fallen Prey... to a heart break.

Chained up is my heart,
I dont want to stay
Now I have to be free,
Have to get far away.
Your roses are sweet
But thorns hurt me more,
My heart melted for you,
but now its going sore...

And it keeps paining,
more and more everyday,
It keeps pleading,
give me back my life again
It keeps burning,
Love like ashes blew away,
It keeps bleeding
as if I too have fallen prey... to a heart break.

I am empty inside,
but no space for you,
I thought to shrug it off,
but now I can't forgive.
Once which made me smile,
that face now makes me red,
No longer beats for you,
For you my heart is dead...

And it keeps paining,
more and more everyday,
It keeps pleading,
give me back my life again
It keeps burning,
Love like ashes blew away,
It keeps bleeding
as if I too have fallen prey... to a heart break.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Dear Ma,
You gave me your blood,
And nourished me.
Loved the world outside through you.
Loved the music, the fragrance,
The tastes, which you loved.
I loved you so much then,
Still loving you.
My heart started to beat
In rhythm with yours.
The dampness of your tears
Burnt my reedy heart
Then you decided to stop mine.
Yours still beats.
But not for me.
Dreamed about the long vistas
Of a beautiful life.
But you…
Shut the door..
Before this pistillate flower;
This female imp..
But why??

Your unborn daughter.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

FORT COCHIN: The Melting pot of culture

FORT COCHIN: The Melting pot of culture

Fort Kochi, a multicultural Indo-European heritage due to successive colonial rules is a fascinating blend of cultures. Narrow lanes, pleasantly smelling spice market streets, antique shops, a synagogue, a Portuguese palace, India's first European church, a pot pourri mix of various architectural styles, a sunset view of the sea, Chinese fishing nets and passing ships. A pleasant, dreamy, romantic decor, suggesting a setting for an artist colony with a bohemian touch, which one somehow does not associate with Ernakulum. In recent years the art scene has developed rapidly with the appearance of several art galleries and art caf├ęs which try to promote an art culture. Performing arts are represented by the Kathakali shows and some other recent initiatives of some galleries.
A recent development is the Greenix village : a large facility, intended for tourists, students and researchers, dedicated to presenting various facets of Kerala’s culture and ethnic traditions. The complex has a multiplex of two theatres for dance performances and a cultural museum as well as a Kalaripayattu training centre, an art gallery restaurant, and a yoga centre.
Just like Greenwich village one could dream of this area becoming a place of emergence of alternative, innovative and experimental - avant garde- art forms be it in painting, sculpture, theater or dance. Bit of a wishful thinking, but it could happen, with some effort already done by some and if malls and skyscrapers don't crush it, a sort of David and Goliath or Ram and Ravan battle. Unfortunately in real life the heavy handed too frequently win.
But perhaps you can dream about visiting some of the existing arty spots like the Cochin Art Gallery in Princess Street, Kashi Art Cafe in a restored Dutch Heritage house on Burgher Street or Dravidian art cafe, located at Kalvatty near Fort Kochi.

Saturday, August 28, 2010


My Huckelberry frand.
Dosai. Inane smses. Sighing.Panipuri. Aimless walks. Climbing trees. Pseudo snobby intellectual conversations. Fantastic Four and Friend. Scrabble in Hosahalli. Being shopping mamis with Veej.Sighing. Austin Powers and Brit humour. Spongebob Squarepants and the Fairly Odd Parents. Sighing. Badgerbadgerbadger and banana pone. The quasi Mr.Darcys, Jug Suraiyas, Rhett Butlers and/or the absence of them in Kammanahalli. the paranoid android. Harley road-trip fantasies.Sighing.
We're 'two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl'.
'Two drifters after the same rainbow's end'.
Moon River and me.

In the name of the genius i eva met..!

nihilist?non-conformist?psyche slayer?,i sincerely wish english was a language rich enuf to provide me with a word which cud properly sum up this enchanter of the mind.. there are only a few quirks of fate,wen god made one so intellectual,quirky yet level-headed ,refreshing,lively yet morbid,nihilistic yet understanding,simple yet so deep,beautiful yet humble..nd SHORT!!(sorry cudnt find a yet for tat)..a true angeldaemon if i never i knew one...conversing with him is proof tat i have an I.Q slightly higher than a chimp..coz he exercises it so much...the onli problem is tat he doesnt get enuf praise for his stellar persona(i intend on changin tat).tho reserved in sme issues.A true pleasure to be with( virtually nd im sure physically) his take on various thoughts are so insightful tat its scary,in a good way, very thought provoking being he is..tho he should be more open to others who he trusts,he is as close to perfect as it gets, jus remember not everyone means ill..Cranial oxidation.. cerebral rust!

Friday, April 17, 2009

Am sad like an unfinished story..!

Am sad...sad like butterflies pinned to a cardboard box..sad like a book with torn pages..sad like ocean shores empty of bathers..This trauma is colder than life..But then where would it end..! This rupture brought by your knife of loving sins...precocious with life..., Yet so internally lost within..your hate seeps eternally on a akin veil of skin..Where would i go with all these yet to live alone..! through a verdant forest i wander aimlessly...Once i had so many by my side..but now i feel them linger elsewhere...well am listening to the pitter patter of the rain..alone in the middle of my way..My o"l heart begins to feel the pain..Of missing you with all my might..! But nobody eben my shadow is there to share my ecstasy of pain..! standing out in the rain alone..trying to wash away all the pain...drowning in the sorrows of yester years.. hiding from my night mares and fears..the rain just gets harder and harder..!

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Reverse Living

Life is tough It takes up a lot of your time.
all your weekends,
And what do you get at the end of it??
..............Death, a great reward??
I think the life cycle is all backwards.
You should die first, get it out of the way.

Then you should live for 20 years in the old age home.
You get kicked out when you are too young,

You get a gold watch , you go to work.
You work for 40 years, until you're
Young enough to enjoy your retirement.
You go to college, you party untill you're ready for highschool,
You become a little kid, You play, You have no responsibilities,
You become a little boy or girl, you go back into the womb
You spend your last nine months floating,
And you finish off as a gleam in someone's eyes.