Writers' Choice

I love to dream about my incandescent past That left me with tears, no agony could surmise. My jelly skepticism bleached into tiny forms Of multitude fantasies, in songs and taste. The taste buds responded and I glued to Him for more,of what,I could never comprehend Or dare to imagine. The rattling symphony of sarees and shoes--- The booming bell, with its Suprabhatam twang--- the shiny eucalyptus with its barks to make Chris Mom gifts--- Called me for excursion and I trailed along their path.. To glow into an orb that destiny should have designed. Otherwise with all the peachy paraphernalia   and the commensurate decadence of values and custom, Survival would have been punishment, and desire to grow, a sin.                                                                 ***********************

This is life- All tears and smiles... Live it through a while awhile... Give it so that love never ends... Get yourself through Such that mind remains bent! For He is the One Above and alone That shoots our pictures When moments are gone. He is the laughter in trials and fears. He is the song That sings in our ears. Carry His message   To create anew A moment of the heart, A life renewed.

Let me give the me I call mine, and experience the bliss You gave me Let me hold the me in my hand, and forecast the strength You bore me. Let me be a magic for sometime, and give Thee my heart You swore me. Let me be the philosopher's stone and guide You the message You wrote me. Let me be the song for sometime and dance the tune You filled me Let me be the atom You called Mine, and be the same You sketched me.

Looks like the ‘maid servant’  industry has the most telling job in the market. With ‘begging’ as a lucrative service closely following it, the terms and conditions of this service provides a higher standard of relaxation. Monthly payments remain fixed despite unlimited number of days’ leave or deliberate absence. A month-worn fixed salary comes without stress or pain and the only prerogative is a verbal information. They come in a package. They determine the price for a set of tasks and have the ‘option’ to press the ‘control’ button. They have innumerable excuses to convince the household head and sometimes even has the man succumb to their tantrums. Uncle X, over here, happened to scold one of our ‘heroines’ for lacking a sense of responsibility. She silenced him by shouting out loud, outside, for all to hear, for misbehaving with her. Our law too is at ‘their’ mercy, ( unintentionally of course). Strange but true. We have so become vulnerable to the onslaughts of these p

Life’s introspection comes with its tell- tale woes and bereavement. It can either be a wrong thought, a relationship turned sour or appreciation of the karma theory in silent suffering. Nevertheless its functional prowess, charm an grandeur is dependent on the ability to resolve, suffer, surrender. My friend had been into a matrimonial episode where the fiend of a gentleman took away the blossoming charisma that is so becoming of a newly-wed. Tension wrought out the clumsy interior of a hapless human being who for no rhyme or reason chastised my friend. Times calculated a karma theory in action and gave the necessary integrity and outrageousness to force law to comply. The hybrid causes of tolerance and servitude is a result of wanton compromise. If the outcome is not going to work out with criticism or self effort then the best way out is to keep the tongue from wagging, for, truth will take its own time to deliver. It does take a Anna Hazare 70 years of time to come out of the coco

Come to me in spirit I seek Come to me in moments I speak Come to me in voice alone Come to me in times of doom. Come to me in dreams I see That leaves its trace in morning's me Come to me in serious doubts Come to me to unfold knots. Come to me in solitude's bower Come to me in learning's shower Come to me with hands that say 'Give me Your number, I'll call I may'. Come to me with a promise benign Come to me in stars that shine Come to me in everyday chores In books or mags, movies or more. Come to me in shades of hue Come to me in moments due Come to me to share Your thoughts Come to me in image of sorts. Come to me the way I do In daily prayers in remembering You Come to me in nature divine Come to me, You are Mine.