Quintessence

Marriage meant nothing to me, until it happened to some one very close.... Hitherto, I defined marriage as a place that unites ppl, a venue where you can meet your clan/chums/new persons , where we get to know each other munching a few sweets, drinking a payasam till brim, Breaking the pappads to pieces And dipping a crispy vadai in Hot sambar!! It never seemed as - "New Life with a New person, (Sometimes with one You haven't even met ) " Misconceived assumptions and funny notions wither away, only when it happens to you or someone close to you...And the latter is the case here!! I'm writing this poem upon the request of my best friend who's getting married soon when August shuts the door and paves way for September!!! The First of september, I Knew, Its, something new For you! Where smiles go blue! And new conditions starts rule... Where Loud laughs  will be replaced by small chuckles and little chortles ! Where, Even skinny gals will be wrap

Its rainin here:-):-) :-) :-). the smell of Trichy sand:-) hmm entering my nerves:-) :-) Unlike the sweat of homo sapiens , the sweat of my city sand sublimes to the sky, spreadin out the aroma:-) :-) The chillness stays like a drenched cotton makin my mother nature, feel cooler than hills:-)  The tiny droplets clinging to the shady tree,, is dancing on its last fall,,,, And  my slender finger running on wet leaves,, drinks off those droplets,, as it crosses them,, A heavy blow of wind,, pushes off my brittle hair, drizzled in wet air, cluttering my forelocks,, The puddle below me feet,, that appears hardly neat,, has become at meat,, for dogs in street:) The couples sauntering with arms juxtaposed,, enjoyin the zephyr,, that could easily decipher ,, the mystery behind their love history:) The trees were full of silky white stars  Sparkling at mars:) It Rains in my city!! Its Reigns like a deity !!

After making this post , I had a confusion in mind! How to entitle this ?? Whether - “ WORDS ARE WEAPONS!!! “ “The power of Synergism !!” “Time to wake your soul” Or one word - …………………….. that is the meaning for every living !! . . . . “Anna hazare!” Yes!! It’s Anna Hazare I’m speaking about!! And he. . . . . . . . is not Anna as you think !! He’s someone else Someone who reminded us of what freedom is !! Someone Who finally gifted us with the power of thinking And he …. . . As My instinct often tells , is . . . the Mahatma Gandhi of this generation You can call it,-  a rebirth of Mr.Gandhi Or simply Mahatma Gandhi Version 2 I’m saying Anna as Mahatma Gandhi Because of more than one reason!! Reason 1: I never thought entire Asia will come united for one old man whose voice hardly reaches a person in rear… But Mr.Hazare made it happen!!! Reason 2: It’s not something that takes place everywhere.        - Juveniles who play hide& see

Its just a six letter word that ll seem very simple for every soul in this world but to say the truth that is the hardest thing one can ever accept in his life. Sometimes change brings glee (happiness). Sometimes it creates melee(confusion) where one ll think change is worser than death The strength of a man lies not in developing a six pack by going to gym regularly.....Nor by fighting with ten men as a single soul ..... The Real strength Comes from his ability to accept the change and acclimatize to it.......... Just like a respiration process, it lies in every walk of your life.. A infant will say *jumping from my mother's womb to this materialistic world -as change A little boy might call *going to school at the age of 3.....as change And young gal might muse change as *getting married and moving to a new house.... I'd define- Transformation from college life to corporate life as Change !!! Wherever it goes ,,finally it ends up at a single point -that

So, Till date in this blog  we've made many different comparisons, gadgets and gals .... exceptions & examples....etc,where we'll be unwinding the subtle differences between them with a splash of poetry.. Here Is another go !! This evening as  I stepped out of my home, down the stairs,round the gates ,I found a little drizzle falling on my hands... like that of my blissful tears...A thought creeped in my mind , and I wished to give those thoughts a fleeting life with my words ...... And here it stands - as 68th blog post ! Enjoy reading it, Comment If yur Soul likes it !! The day we used to call sunny and bright are almost gone. Cause its time for her-the rain!! The girl whose eyes got moist by the harsh and hot words of her dear sun.that made her cry and cry& cry till her life ends.. the state that every gal gets into.the unbearable wrds of dear ones -the weird rays of sun the unusual responses from our soul-the extreme hotness of sun The stupidity of the ra

As I woke up in the mrng & Stroke up my head I thought of you, gravitated from blue!! I Circled around , seeking your face,, But got nothing at the end of race.. :-( As I Sat down the tree I smiled with lots of glee A grain of sand Lifted from land.. asked me for you...?? I Looked at the blue Finding no clue... Circled around ,seeking your face... But all I got was weird gaze! :-x   I Miled up to roads Crossing many clouds, Up the mountains Down the Hills! And landed at our school. Just like fool... I Circled around ,seeking your face... But all I got was -little little blue And Not you   :-| Its August first Sunday The first day we ever met.. Under the lonely shades of trust With our hands touched & hearts stretched.... My lovely little friend , Wherever you're,  get back to me !! I'm standing in the same place with lots of trust I've no more guts, For its gone like dust... I just regret , If I had ever hurt.. :-@ :-