Panorama

In the bosom of nature Surrounded by the beauty of surreal woods. Dense and pristine. Gurgling of the stream dancing against the rocks; An atmosphere so tranquil like a dream come true. And there she feels his presence beside her mundane body. Two souls entwined with the string of love. Her head lies on his shoulder, Her heart dances like the crazy water splashed by her innocent feet. . A butterfly flutters around... Lending its share of colours to the mirth of nature. And then the two wild hearts sing with the chirping crickets. The passion of love burns the soul, And then the reunion of the subtle lips. .. Yes.. a paradise of their own.

 The turmoil  within A mirage of emotions held within A dream to fly therein. She wants to set her soul free Breaking the barriers of the society. A magical world she sees in his eyes. . A world so devoid of cruelty and lies. Her mind takes a leap towards his soul But an invisible barrier prevents the fall. She is a sufferer. ..her heart cries and weeps. But she is afraid of promises she can not keep Thus began the battle of emotion and reason But the heart has its way in this confusion. "I love you" she finally confessed And life has been beautiful like it never had. 

THE UNHEARD PATHOS A gentle breeze, the rustling of leaves.. Blossoms with colours bright and gorgeous, The chirpy robin sings a song so naive.. The crickets join  together in a chorus. And in the midst of this , a paradise so true I find myself lost beneath the never ending blue... If this is a dream I wish it to be true! Alas! I had to open my eyes to a world so bleak, Where darkness alone prevails.. The engulfing darkness pervades my inner self . I try to yell but of no avail; The deafening sounds of thunder gulps down my cries, The cruel storm carries my body afar and torn... And faraway I hear a shriek ‘Alas! A girl child is born!’                                                                                           ...

March 18,2013: This is an old one,I have written for the hostel wall magazine, decided to add it to my collections in the blog... India 2013: The mighty land of India –the land which once was the pedestal of glory,culture and heritage lies crippled and devastated. It now is in fact a caricature of its past. it is bleeding with wounds of corruption, pollution, terrorism  and inhumane barbarism. The  mighty Brahmaputra is weeping,the sandy deserts of the Thar no longer shines with the sun beams,Kanyakumari no longer blushes with the kiss of the Indian ocean And the Himalayas have hung down their heads in shame..yes India is dying and the nature is mourning... It is time that a messiah comes to rescue it from the clutches of doom..and that savior lives in each one of us... we the youth..we are the hope, we are the change...We can alone join hands to lift the shroud off our dear nation and give it a new lease of life. Everywhere around us as we see we are fa...

The most complex 4 lettered word..it comprises within itself a myriad of emotions...care,trust,anger,anxiety...As a kindergarten kid , I still remember those moral science lessons..we must love GOD, we must love our parents, our teachers ,our friends.With age the perception and definition of love changes but that one thing that remains constant is that the person whom you love is always the one who tends to hurt you the most. It has happened many a times with me that if an enemy taunts me a hundred times ,I am least bothered,but a single misgiving by a friend murders me within . This I believe maybe because LOVE comes along with a bunch of expectations...and it is these expectations that shroud you from the truth and reality seems a harsh tale to witness.  If heights of expectations are not attained, floods of tears over pour the eyes and it is then you learn that love is not all about the expectations that are not met..but also exploring happiness in the dreams that...