The bethroned princess

The bethroned princess

She could not stare Nor could she give an air
For the passerby’s the story they would not buy

It needed guts Many if’s and but’s
For the way she chose she did chew her dose

Shattered was she Yet unscathed was she
For she knew the path was not difficult aftermath

Childlike was she The only thing close to HE
She was the princess,was the only thought in distress

She could not rest in peace when all humans were a piece
Wasn’t she entrusted the work how could she be a jerk

The pity evolved into love,That which was as pure as the white dove
Love for the children Who were in this den

The den of a lion who used to dine
On the flesh ,the flesh of mankind

She had to rescue,And she had to be true
To the unknown faith ,That she relied till date

Everything was a mess which was veiled by a dress
She had to search ,The light in the mighty birch

There HE was watching with trust he was waiting
For her victory ,HE was writing the poetry

The song of love That HE sung as a lullaby
For the bethroned princess to sleep to eternity.

She dozed off into paradise,Which was her prize

The father was still singing, And the birds began chirping.

(HE refers to Almighty)

Nature
...............................The eternal beauty

The dazzling frocks
All in one
Made me envy
The glory of sun

The steps they take
Without any noise
Makes me realize
The harshness of my voice

The abundance beneath
Is astounding
For I smell no stink
As long as I am standing

The buds of joy
Tell their tale
On a starry night
The mind ails

The song of nature
Puts me to sleep
And the dreams of the flowers
Makes me weep

I wish I was the leaf
With the green frock
And could sing the song
That would make everyone rock

I wish I was the water
That is so selfless
And could cheer to every tale
In a night endless

Alas!!I can only make a wish
It’s the soul that has to beckon
And hear to every voice
And dance in rejoice

The walk downstairs
..........................................................the way ahead.

The mind drifted away
In a chaos of its own
From being the dictator
To being the clown

It had been seized
By a natural force
Which was repelled by everyone
Yet within was the source.

It climbed on a roof
To sing the songs of joy
For it was blind
To the world’s ploy

It wanted to be aloof
And yet be in a state
Of the awe and bliss
That were its bait

It sew all the threads
Of memories in one
To make a shield
Against the sun.

The shield was colorful
Yet colorless was the barrier
For the colors were invisible
In the absence of the carrier.

It now understood
How memories fade away
When the colors pour
All along the way

It began to cheer
For all those were near
As life taught it a lesson
That it had to rear.



Its not pride
Nor is it the stride
Its not Glory
Not even the journey

Its not beauty
Not even the duty
It is not the joy
Not even the ploy

It is the most simplest form
The speech that binds us together
The speech of the senses
That churns the world in every weather.

One who hears the dreams
One who sees the rhythms
He is the gifted soul
For enlightenment he fathoms.

The Unknown Truth
............................................................implicitly revealed.

The unknown truth hurts all
When explicit does it become
Every anger of ones mind
Rips the final outcome

When emotions run away
Making the island dry
Does the bell of joy
Also utter a cry.

The coat on one’s voice
Is hardly heard by the other
For when rhythms dance
One hardly bothers.

Far feeble is the man
Who thinks he is great
For he stays alone forever
In an endless wait.

Innocence is a crime
In each and every toil
It gets torn by everyone
In an endless turmoil.

When the veil is unleashed
The soul speaks
It understands the story of the myth
And the glory of itself.

Back To School!!!!



Finance internals done...Hmm wanna write something about school.The life I adored so much..My first school friend,Sumita.I hardly remember anything about primary except dance classes and friendship with Sylvia and two wonderful souls(there were not humans).Then I had Infant who used to fight with me in maths,one of my very good friends today and far better in maths than I am now.Maddy and me were friends cum rivals...All used to think we were rivals but we never felt so.Then there was Manjunath..who used too always lend me notes...and used to attend all my birthdays.There was Prashant who used to call me Rajdhani express.(we attended subramaniam's in 10th and he had to run to keep my pace).Prabu,I fooled all my batchmates in somaiya tellling he is my twin bro...Rupali...a close pal..Sonali,my partner in crime....Nimesh my sweet bro..we used to break almost anything at home...

The teachers......Cant count them all....Nirmala miss..my best friend...Radha miss...she brought a big change in me..Elizabeth miss...her smile showed her faith in me...Sister Bridget...i loved playing scrabble with her...Alles miss..the most innocent teacher of my life....

People whom I will remember for a lifetime..

Hey
Welcome to my world ..The world where there are evergreen orchids which never wither away.
Started the blog just a couple of days back and posted some poetry.One of my friends suggested i write something.So started scribbling......

The journey so far....
Still afresh is the day 18th august when I started for Infy.For a world unknown..When I reached The mysore gate,I met two wonderful people who have become great friends.Came to my roomin hostel 26 to find a nice roomie..I love MTV and Zoom thanks to her.. Then,Fr4 made me reconfirm my faith on humans that you always find good people in this world.Awesome ppl.that batch of 120.Only I wish I can name all of them here..Never felt i was away from home.Made me laugh all the times. be it the compree or any of the trips..the Coorg trip,or the mysore dassera or the vandikapil temple or the chamundeswari temple or the Mysore roads..Still cherish every trip made by bus 116.Friends taught me cycling.I had learnt it before and had forgotten.Fell nearly 15 times during my stay.tried learning french but bunked all the classes..Never went to gym inspite of being enrolled in it for 4 months.And how can i forget kalaripattu...
Then was the departure for pune infy campus..
Got into one of the networking projects.A project which again made me realise that people always stay the same.Only situations change.Great spirit @ JPIMS..Got a couple of new friends and sweet roomates in Pune (Roseland stay)Enjoyed cooking at home..Got a great teatime friend who still is in Infy..Got to know some friends who cherish work than anything else..Could not have expected better managers than the ones for Juniper..But resigned in may 2008 and joined Symbiosis Institue of International Business.(Div A)..Fundoo ppl..see my language has changed..tx to experiences...What shld I say for my roomies...They rock and so does our Room 506.(sleeping is our hobby 1) next is chatting,movies and last but not the least reading finance.As I write this,I remember I have a test scheduled this sunday......

Moments
.................A memoir
Every single word enriches me
Makes me treasure each moment
It teaches me the way of life
In each and every strife.

It makes me understand
How ruthless I can be
To decipher every moment
And make it lose its glow.

There is so much of beauty
In the unknown
Yet how keen I am in stealing it
Making it forgo its stealth

There is charm in the bane
For it makes us realize the pain
That carves the thoughts
Which otherwise would have rot.

I question the calmness above
What is that blessed means
Is it just enduring the pain
Or the joy of every rain

And I hear a voice
That says it all
It’s the pain where the seeds are sown
For the everlasting joy that is borne.

The dispute
......paves the path ahead

The dispute of the day Is still in a fray On the era that dwells with an aura on self.

It tracks each one and leaves none To the hands of fate an destiny

It labours hard like the tip of the sword Not budging with life and death

It draws its coil and makes it toil For it has to essay A billion odd lives

It grows in the weed And lays its seed On the tree behemoth And the weed beneath

It makes people feel Abt the world's drill To grind each one Into its mill

Its coins happiness And for some sadness But it is always says a tearful farewell

It makes the tree Shed the leaves and the bee It makes each decision That rules the world

It is onmipresent And the sense of it unduly resent For it we survive The wordly hasseles.

It coins the morrow It seals the borrow Of present and future it drools the nature

Reconcile the pain
.........................The aftermath of sorrow

Why is the chillness killing me Why is the heat of the issue boiling me
Why am i getting into a vessel which is half-baked by every hassle

Is the pain bearable Will the soul rip apart With a bang
That happened Yesterday far far drifted away

Into the shines of the world, Can it find solace
For the hurt that paved, Silently with a pace

The silence mourned Into an uncrowned moan
It sank sank deep into the ocean calming its groan

It wrote the pain with the stain Still unwiped its heart dried
Like a leaf that lost its green in a heavenly stride

It cried on fate and destiny both bound it with their penny
Yet it was free to think ,to think about the event forlorn

Loud bells rang and it woke,to find all was a realityA unruly thing,
That will be past in a days identity

The weight was hard to bear ,still it was to tear
Into a rubbish full of sorrows ,That bind its morrow

It got up and counted the stars in the night
That threw up the starry nite

All in vain,It was not able to reconcile the pain...

................................The aftermath of jaipur bomb blast

Humanity-----Not audible
..............The thirst of mankind


Took a paper laid
On a rock table
Images of a tiny bicycle
was the trade

The rider was gone to a world
unknown to many
As a carriage of human vices
Exploded out of a cone

The horns of the cycle
Were invisible to all
As they got drenched
With the stains of man's debacle

A debacle of his own self
That was a spectator of his doom
A cannibal who is a victim Of his own shelf

A minute error
Causes civilizations to blaze
Which brings all to daze
Into an endless furor

He who slays
Never does his conscience reconcile
With his own self
Even afer innumerable days

Its not a human
Thats blown apart
Its a race-the human race
That is being shun

Shun by its deeds
And actions that last
As pain in memories
own as seeds.

Its the act
That brings the fate
To stand undivided
For the fall pact

Why are the blue clouds
not dear Than the land so dusty clear
For the fight of posession
Which is more near

Why does a heart feel so glad
For the flesh of its own
Cant it find the similarity
Of its own and own clad

Is the essence of blood
More sweet than the flowers
For the sake of which
Tears flow as flood

Is the value of affection
A mere compassion
In front of the endless woes
Of bombs and battles

Is the music of life
A bane to one's ears
That it gets slashed
By its own peers

Does the rhythm of water
Be heard in the sinking weeps
Of a mothers loss of her
That echoes from the site of slaughter

Does mankind serve a witness
To its own grave
That is being dug under him
Without a mist of senses

Will the thirst of fame
And possessions of life
Be quenched By drinking
The blood of the same ........................The thrust of the thirst

Actions
....................The destiny
Action seeks bliss Of one and all
It is hardly ever a missTo see it everywhere

It paves its way And creates a zeal
That to this day Has been the earth's wheel

It keeps changing Rampantly and steadily
For it keeps diving With a unknowing surge.

It steals the show And still it is unknown
For it hardly knows its glowThat it leaves on all

It churns out events And makes us count on hem
Still it's own amendment Puts all our plans in a fray

It makes us sweatIn the sulturing heat
And it makes our eyes wet When we reap it.

It takes us for a merry go round And still brings us to square one
If we are not bound By it and its pace

It brings smile When there is a mile to walk
As it makes us race in the aisle Having faith on itself

It gives us faith And the courage to Endure
the days weight With a sight on tommorrow

Beauty of life

Life is a strife,
As sharp as a knife,
Maybe we have to travel miles,
Let it be with smiles.

Immersed in this ride,
We forget our stride,
Unwillingly we strive,
for the worldliness we derive.

Far ahead of all race,
Lays the man's pace,
still it trods to darkness,
With utter eagerness.

We try to reason
even the future of the sun
But by creating this prison
We teach our lesson.

Those who seek leisure
And define it pleasure
Shall not know the value of toil
That enriches the soil.

Both the ends
Are near the bends
That shackle the mankind
To the death of its mind.

Rage or sorrow
You may not borrow
But if you share either
You will end up with neither.


Pleasure or pain
Are never in vain
They make a change
That defines our range.


Seeking life's treasure
Is a big thing to measure
For life itself is a treasure
That we need to seizure.