My Literary Indulgences...

Negativity clouded these eyes leaving me blind to all that is benign… And then one day my skeptical eyes opened to the everyday divine… It’s amazing how the poorest jokes of my friends stick to my mind… How relieving the base joys of pranks and sheer idiocy I find… Surprisingly these little things bring a spring in the step replacing the plod… For it is in these little things, I feel sublime, I find god… There’s some unearthly pleasure in the silences I share with my love… Looking at those shy eyes, teasing her and getting a playful shove… Even in talking of mundane things, the affection leaves me awed… For it is in those mundane words, I find meaning, I find god… It stumps me how my sister always knows what I want to hear… One smile from her calms me, my heart melts when she calls me “papa bear”… She keeps ribbing me, attacking my back with punches and prods… And in those shots of love, I find unflinching support, I find god… I miss her...

They say relations formed in tough times last They never wither; they never fade into past… Such is a relation I have with a girl A true angel in my life, priceless as a pearl… She brings out the best in me When I am blinded with anger, pain, sadness or irrationality, she makes me see… She stands by me, for me, as solid as a rock For my battered ship on the verge of sinking, she is a long awaited dock… Her deep kind eyes light up my life Her ever encouraging smile boosts me in my strife… Her bubbliness keeps the child in me alive But with maturity and wisdom, she advises me when I am being naïve… Whenever we remember our first meeting, an incident now old She tells me “first impression is the last impression”, in our case, doesn't hold… She says don’t trust me blindly, don’t be so dependent on me And all I say is, I do trust you that way, its involuntary… I don’t know how to describe our relation, friendship’s too small a word It’s also n...

For the posterity that now dwells, it is just another legend of yore… But these old eyes have seen his face; these ears still ring with his last roar… Born of royal blood, he was a proud son of great sires… His face a pool of tranquility, but his eyes burned with the holy fire… His flowing mane was a source of jealousy in the pride… His lithe albeit muscular body moved in slow confident strides… When he came of age, on a paradisaical day, he found his great love… The fire in his eyes raged with passion, as he received this blessing from above… Her love, an essence of divinity, brought true happiness in his life… He gave up his ascension to power hungry brothers, and moved out with his wife… Alas, honor seldom begets honor in this crooked world… The venomous snake of evil poised to strike, which till then had lain curled… Treacherous friends and zealous brothers joined forces to take him out… Oh how they maligned his name! Infusing even his...

I love you, and am paying the fine, Wishing at some time, in someplace, in some world, you could be mine… Saying that I deserve better, she asks me to move on, And if I disagree, then I am a moron… I give in to her as always, and regretfully obey... After all how can I not do what she says??? I see a girl with eyes round and big, But there’s no twinkling like in my princess’, on which I dig… I see a girl with a complexion fair as snow, But there’s no purity in her like in my princess of which I know… I see a girl with a big and bright smile, But there’s no dazzle as is in my princess’ all the while… I see a girl polite and kind, But there’s no warmth which makes even her rebukes soothing to my mind… She says that I’ll find someone, that I deserve the best... She doesn't understand... It’ll always be she, my princess...my hummingbird... Whom I look for in every girl in my quest…

And so I receive my maiden blogging award. I thank you Prerna - P Subbu's mind-crap (http://worth-a-million.blogspot.in/) from the core of my heart, for all your appreciation. To be honest I do not read blogs much and post my works so that it functions as an online repository (I have a thing with hard drives that crash - and yes I do not maintain a hard copy due to my illegible handwriting). As goes the tradition, I pass on this award to Joshi Daniel's mindblowing photoblog - http://joshidaniel.com/ His pictures speak more than my thousand words... Some other superb blogs I'd like to nominate are - Jahid Akhtar's Flashbacks - http://jahidakhtar.blogspot.in/ Rajkumar's The Traveller - http://www.lamoillehouse.com/ Dr. Sneha Rahatekar's A Colloquy of Bittersweet Love - http://sneharahatekar.blogspot.in/

Life goes on, people come and go... Some turn out to be friends, some foes... I have seen it all, the white dark and grey... Met many people along, in most interesting ways... Such was the case when I first saw her... Her memory stands out among many others... Her big round eyes made my emotionless heart sway... Her cute face and dazzling smile took my breath away... Fair and sweet like a princess of some fairy tale... Her innocent beauty gave me a heady feeling, like Scottish ale... Seasons changed and our friendship grew... We'll hit it off so good I never knew... The euphoria of her friendship gave me a high... My life seemed complete; I believed I could fly... I shared my secrets and past, bared it all... From my all-time highs to my greatest fall... Her childishness kept the child in me alive... A long lost tenderness in me she revived... I remember her coming to me for advice... Talking of her love life in deep long sighs... Life with her then was rosy ...

Yet another birthday passed by, quite an eventful day… Boundless joys at the wishes that came, for those which didn't, some dismay… A multitude of emotions registered, but through to the core only one did sift… The ethereal happiness which lasts, from receiving several heart-stirring gifts… The Gift of Childhood… As the years passed by something in me was lost… Bitter experiences transformed me to a man serious than most… But all the playfulness and merriment were released from chests long locked… I saw my blithe childhood return, gazing at my sister’s gift – a puerile clock… The Gift of Understanding… People shy away from eccentricity, as now being unusual is akin to being freak… In the savage world of frenzied coders, I am one of the few with a literary streak… The rat race for certificates amuses me, for internships and projects, I never grovel… My pal is the one who understands me, and he gifted me two beautiful novels… The Gift of Encouragem...