Saturday, 30 July 2011

Did you call...

... today, and find no answering vibe?
Or, perhaps, that was just a fleeting
Poignant wistful daydream
That chanced upon my wayward wishes
And found one earnest, edgy, longing...

Did you? Or was that something
Someone, somewhere, calling from
A distant memory, suddenly surfacing
After an aeon of indifference?

I wish the haunting of my
Thoughts would cease...
Seize my senses, else, and
Draw them along the tracks
Pencilled in sepia shades
To that place we used to be...

To the fondest nook
Of the softest corner
Of our hearts.
Stupefied by traitorous time
In still, yet, tender talons.

O Love,

30 July, 2011
Pic: Courtesy Google Image Search :)

Thursday, 28 July 2011

Can I, Please...

Ungrammatical I shall be
For I am not concerned with 

Rather the antics of 
A Drama Queen

She Lords, she Laughs
She dictates, she deigns
To condescend upon lesser mortals
The toss of her mane, and 
Ubiquitous sniggers
Irreverant to tradition, but
Oh yes! Loyal to fastidiousness 

Drumming up 
Strumming up
Stirring up from 
Her cauldron wild and wanton wiles
To fox, feign and frighten

Wilder yet the melodrama
(Though why it be called mellow drama
Confounds me yet...!)
When outfoxed, stared down
And talked to, for a change!

So, O Queen, Can I, please
(and grammar be damned!)
Laugh at you?

28 July, 2011
Seriously erratic today :D
(Pssst... can you see a smiling smiley? I cant... :( - I can now - 30 July.. :D)

Wednesday, 27 July 2011


At what point does one stop
Being, and just be?
A process that is done
As against being done...

Looking outward of existence
Telescoping into myriad possibilities
Of want-to-live-in thoughts

Some call them dreams
Others, fantasy
Realists, escapism

A deep deep urge within
That will not let you be
That gnaws desperately
On frayed ends of intentions
Till you surrender

The intention
The Urge

Not just exist.

27  July 2010
Erratic Eccentricity 

Tuesday, 26 July 2011


Unbecoming of me perhaps
To prefer the chains that bind me.
Understanding that they make me stay
Not flit about, ether-like as those
Visitations within that seek expression-
Release, to wander endlessly, without

Should those chains fall away
My heart, it would then be free
And lost. Quite lost.
Winding and whirling like a kite

Bound, I am. 
(Boundless, though I know
I could be.)
So weigh me down.
Lest, unfettered, I loose me. 

26 July, 2011

Pic, Courtesy Google Images

Sunday, 24 July 2011

Indebted, for Better and Verse :)

To words here, rambles and far worse...
Govind, has been patient with his words in verse
Generous, quietly motivating making muses traverse
In a canvas of feeling, and gratitude, this is immerse(d)

(Cant even hold the rhyme consistently like he does!)

Many a verse, he gifts
And my spirit, it always lifts
Be it in humour, in jest
Or the topping, the crest
As it were, I sure have been blest

PRG, sometimes Govind he signs
His words, in verse, those lines
More precious than diamonds from mines :)

This wee bit of studied rhyme
All shoddy, but in good faith, and solid chryme
Is yours, Govind, and to keep-it's not worth THAT dime :D

And here's the list of your gifts to this page
All of which this rambler has decided to cage
In here, as wisdom from a sage
No less, for me, as I guage
Gorge and deeply assuage
The arrogant muse within :) :)

(See, I cannot even keep up that shoddy rhyme
Now that is nothing less than a crime :) )


Govind's words on Writes Here :

Life again: 
"The seed always lies dormant
in wait for a suitable agent
to make it grow lively & vibrant 
and bring forth flowers so fragrant"

And he inspired Salil to write this in:
"Love, I have experienced,
But never have I, like you, articulated.
Cloak of love, each of us wears,
Taking for granted, as we go on with our daily chores.


PS : My feeble attempt inspired by
PRG " aka Govind Ramachandran

A Full Circle:
"You always excel in the art
of writing about matters of the heart
while some pierces like a dart
the rest soothes like symphony of Mozart. "

In Reassurance:
"Even when YOU are 'within' ME
and trying hard to let me be
you'll fail for there are strands you can't see
to which this soul clings unwilling to be free.

Usha, just beautiful! "

"We have been missing you for awhile
glad you're back from the self imposed exile
now we can be treated to verses so virile
the mark of the inimitable usha's style.

Welcome back.A`very apt verse for the occassion "

"In a world where love is shared by ration
Usha, your heart is as deep as the ocean
in your wonderful display of your affection
I wish I was worthy of at least a fraction.

Just beautiful Usha. Welcome back in case you have missed my comments for your earlier post."

"We'd always love your cranium flooding
with thoughts that are so very dazzling
and arcs over synapses forming lightning
It is you that should be threatening.

Usha just beautiful. We only wish we get more of this. "

"What a lovely way to start the New Year
with offerings of verses that endear
the beat of the heart is so crystal clear
'we want more' we say who hold you dear
In the world of poetry you have no peer.

Welcome back. The wait was very much worth it. "

"I had to read this again and again
like peeling off layers of an onion
to get to the bottom of the ultimate union
the master and the minion meshed by a pinion
each word written is worth a million.

Usha,need more of this "

"The unknown beckons so inviting
but it is our ego that is limiting
or maybe what is known is comforting
and what we are unaware terrifying.

Usha simply wonderful. I was in Myanmar when I read this on my reader but couldn't comment as we can't access blogging sites there. "

"Like-minded,between them their souls they bare
Or wordlessly into each others eye they stare
Vying from their partners for love and care
Enamoured they say LOVE is in the air. "

"Your poems are better than a picture, for a picture is worth only a thousand words,
Whereas your poetry brings to its readers joy as would a flock of songbirds
though some of them would sound so cryptic like the clues of crosswords
Most of them that come straight from your heart
would pierce ours like swords."

"Is there a reason why something should exist?
some of things which we can never desist
and a few of them that will never be missed
God surely has not surely written such a list
everything is important that's life in a gist.

Very beautifully written Usha. "

"As we are sucked into the quicksand
Of Time and eternally bow to its demand
as it shrinks & expands in it's own command
we can only be as if acted by a magic wand. "

"There wasn't a slightest hint
and we can't lodge a complaint
for we haven't read the fine print
no siree we didn't.

There isn't a single deal or a relationship which is unconditional.

"Like a ripple turns into a wave,
about your Haiku I can only rave
How do you make the words behave
as if they are your own slave?

Simply Superb Usha. "

"They said that it was my first victory
competing against trillions to become me
A criminal goes back to the crime scene we see
but will a victor go back to the scene of victory?

"From the maturity of perfection in creation,Do we degenerate into the immaturity of a life?". Usha very profound and how very true. I feel jealous at your ability to constantly come out with such gems.

(The Rambler observes: I, Govind, am even more jealous of your writing!!)

"Of menage a` trois I have heard well // but an affair with eleven or twelve? // but all said and done I must tell // that your sweet post does in my heart dwelve, :-) :-) "

"Whats the object of your tirade // Is it because of something someone said // think of all your pupil who need to be led // and with those happy thoughts go to bed. "

"Ashwin, you should feel proud of your mother / Like her it is difficult to find another / Birthday wishes for now and many more years my dear / That your mom and you can happily celebrate together. Oh btw the girl standing next to you, is that your sister? :-) :-) :-) . Though belated this brings warm wishes for the double delight. "

"Words flowing like unending stream
joining together and without a seam
like ripples in sunlight they gleam
makes one wonder if we are in a dream.
As usual fantastic Usha. :)"

"It is so sweet that you wrote about daddy
who's there when you reach heights so giddy
or when you are beaten and come back all muddy
who will appreciate your work even if it is shoddy
the all knowning one who'll walk the holes with you like a caddy
however old you are you are still his kiddy
and in the whole world bestest of best buddy."
(not visible on the blog, but on Disqus)

"A lovely tale of the four
a post I couldn't but adore
though it is time for them to soar
your love and care they'll never ignore.

Are their characters based on their zodiac signs. I would love to meet the Geminian for obvious reasons :))"

"Sharing life for fifty long years. Through health and through tears. And also through sickness and cheers. May you continue to bring joy & happiness to all your nears and dears. Mum & dad happy golden anniversary."

Golden Moments (On Overdrive)
"Fifty glorious years of living together
helping each other, the challenges to weather.
A relation that caresses like a feather.
Golden wishes to your father and mother."

"Oh what sweet surrender
of a heart so tender
Fire leaping out from the cinder
and was love acting as a tinder?

Beautiful! "

"Memories like a foot in the door,
makes letting go a difficult chore.
Buried thoughts from the times of yore,
germinate from within as if from a spore.

Beautiful. Just loved it, especially the pun with "Period" "

"Was the passion caused by his anger?
or because she was flirting with danger?
or may be due to the fear of losing her?
or the frustration that he is no longer younger?

Red with anger, green with envy, yellow with fear and purple with frustration. Beautiful. "

"The lands smile when the skies cry
the tears leaving not even a speck dry
so too when love flows through the eye
there is no limit not even the sky.

Rain on more such poetry Ushs. "

"Is it a story of a lovely butterfly?
or of someone whom you want to glorify?
Or of woman who will willingly die
to be with the one she can always rely? "

"Like a white light cleaved to colurs by a prism
so too love, on life. causing a mighty spasm
and at the same time bridging a chasm
for wounds of time offering a healing cataplasm.

Thanks I learnt something new today teacher. :)

"Is there any other way?
than being a willing prey.
Whatever anyone may say
I just love yesterday.

A paradox, into the past by forgetting the past.

And finally I could resist. Paul Mcartney's YESTERDAY.

"When the jigsaw pieces finally fell into place
filling up rapidly the in between space.
Changing the ever contorted face and the grimace;
into something so beautiful and so full of grace.
Running eternally in circles to find some solace
here at last I chance upon the much needed peace.

Usha just wonderful. Hope you will get more time to write such soul stirring verse. "

"Though there are times that they seem to linger
when it is for me they somehow always slip through the finger
as if in revenge and veritable show of its anger
unable to balance the credit and debit in its ledger
eternally indebted will I pass away with unsatiated hunger?

Usha, beautiful verse. "

"Thoughts cling on like a burr,
giving warmth of a cosy fur
contentment of a cat's purr
and I do concur
that thoughts do blur
when love does occur.

I was reminded of this song when I read your verse. "

and the newest

"Worry not for the waning moon
as it will grow again very soon
and you will be granted a boon
for your love will hear your commune
and a butterfly will emerge from the cocoon. "

Edited to add, on 1 August, 2011

Govind's response to this write:

"Thank you for painstakingly putting my comments in a chain,
though to be witty, wise and clever they try to feign,
like the mushrooms that come with the rain,
what I write was also dull and so plain,
but as the string by the flowers they tie, fragrance attain
so too my drab verses in the bargain
of being in your blog, immortality gain
For letting me encroach upon your domain
I have to thank you again and again."

"Though to the stem is attached the flower,
it perhaps lets it to be more brighter
for definitely a little more longer
than if it were to detach and wither.

"Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn't matter much to me.

Always know sometimes think it's me, 
but you know I know and it's a dream.
I think I know of thee, ah yes, but it's all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.
'The Beatles'-"Strawberry Fields Forever""

"Usha please mind your p's and q's
and be careful when you air your views
for we don't know who might peruse
and understand that it is an abuse
then there are the appraisals and reviews.
I guess an equally erratic rant."

"I sit trying hard to recall
when from your grace did I fall?
All I remember are the times that did enthrall
when did our love run into the wall?
please tell me, for your call wait I shall."


To all the others too, who have been here, and consistent with their words, I am deeply grateful for your presence and for the way you share of yourself in your words. These, that I have shared are way beyond any of the rambles in this space, and I so wanted to share it with you all too. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart!

For now these are all I have, to share. Thank you, Govind, for sharing the wit, and the wisdom, in your unique manner, and making the writes here preen themselves for being decorated with it :) 

24 July, 2011

Saturday, 23 July 2011

Waxing and Waning

Am I here, or there
Nowhere? Yet everywhere?
Around you, in the scent,
Irresolute, and indefinable,
A whiff, that comes upon the
Light breeze of memories?
Or the heaviness of reality?

The tides turn, tuned to
A testy treacle moon
As you do, and I...
Awash, washed away,
Smothered, cloying
The fragrance of love
Is overpowering.

I am, therefore,
Waxing poetic,
In the light of the
Waning moon.
Still, longing,
Yearning, as that
Fox... Unrequited.


12 July, 2011

(Pic Courtsey Google Image Search :) )

Thursday, 14 July 2011


Goosebumps on my heart
With toes curled in
In all the rain
that slithers down
The window pane

The pitter patter resonating
Head tucked into a shoulder
Warm and cozy
Haunting  memory?
Dream alive?

Thought blurs.
Of course.
I'm in love, aren't I?

4 July, 2011
Absurdly Hopeless, this time :P!

Wednesday, 13 July 2011

Time... enough

Swirling in
Stabbing dust storms
Each mote, smoting upon
Tendernesses never to be...

Time, easing down, sometimes
Smoothing into oblivion,
Like stars fading in pearly dawn
Blanketed, never gone,
That icy cold...

Time, talking terms, making deals
Manouevering, manipulating...

Time, for me?
It's never time.

1 July, 2011
Absurdly timeless :)


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