Monday, August 30, 2010
... A Mortal's Eye...
were no longer in colours of reds and yellows and greens
The shades have faded
And the eyes around were all jaded
In none ,did it seem to sink in
For she was not a flower in full bloom yet.
Time and her slaves,the seconds and the minutes
With the moments of misfortune
Apparently seemed like having the last laugh
When a weeping ,pale wind kissed her forehead
And the smithereens of her cycle cried out with a creak..
Her open hands said her life line was a lie.
What was it like.?
The string of a guitar ,
severed in the midst of a mellifluous rendering?
Or a young ravine ,
withering away before hugging the motherly blue.
Lips kept murmering a prayer or two
With the fists folded into a seeking hollow,
Of those eyes that kept on scouring for some vital signs.
They all raised a question to the One above
"why so cruel.?
why so wrong.??"
Helpless and hopeless were they
the mortals, the puppets of the Mighty.
But, so did speak the spokes of her toppled cycle
"We’re a moment in time
In the cycle of life
We’re just a moment in time
In the cycle of life"...
hArI..:-)
Saturday, May 8, 2010
..on d sweetest day in life...
..GROWING UP...!
Those red cuts on the calendar
That appear every year,
For I make them with a tear
Hoping for nothing but with a fear
Some say it’s a mere number
And some ,a day to remember
So do I see, a day
Crawling away so slowly as it appear may
When it comes to the 5th of every May
Wish I could turn blind, with a dawn
In rhythm with the darkness within till the dusk
Resonating with the voidness
All my emotions swinging in mildness
Feeling the flow of serenity
With the blood gushing with purity
Out of a heart lit with smiles.
With the flash of light,
I face the reality ,so tight
Wondering whether the light of the candle at the altar
Could brighten the rest of the days for me
Holding on to every bit of my wavering faith
I look out for a favouring fate
For the waves of time have
ceased me off the good old times
A kid so cleaved to his mom
A 10 plus who played with all his fun
A teenager ,freakin out to his plan
And then ,with an aim ,a boy who ran.
So blue was the sky then
So green were the fields
The songs were so cheerful
So were the birds that sang along.
And so true was that someone
Who ,once was quoted saying
“never will the world
remain enthralled by the same sun,
and sleep with the same bright moon”
Cause burried are those happy hours
In the yesterdays of the past
As I no longer see the deep blue sky
Wanting to embrace those little birds
Flying away with no better songs
With the heat of the summer in my mind
Eclipsing the spring in my heart.
Nevertheless, time still rolls on
Hours ,days and months pass by
I pull down the old one
And put up a new calendar on to my wall
Because I still have a May 5th to say to crawl..
HaRi..:)
Friday, May 7, 2010
..a flyer form d blogger..
Friday, April 30, 2010
...OuTpUt..!:P
..the loop theory...
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
..oru cheruppakaarante cheru katha..:)..
Friday, April 23, 2010
..Settling into the new space.My Treasured Trash..:).."

......welcome to my treasured trash..!:)
i hav been reading too many blogs dese days....been following some regularly...n also been commenting on some recntly..!
..and sure..it did turn out to me dat ..is'nt it a good idea to stuff my inside stuff onto one blog space..?!?! how wud it b to be a part of the blogosphere..?!??
well..it was den d confusion of a personal diary and jotting on a blogspace arose..!!
and being an ardent fan & student of engineering..i always had dis habit of supplementing one part of my confusions with its advantages over the other part.!! so did i treat this case of blogging against a DIARY.!
i had a set of points advocating a blog over the P.D although i seemed to dig up more of the advantages d later had..! this was truly d working of human mind -..to hold on timidly ..to exponent the "no-matter-wot"thing yu favour and are plugged into..:)
i strted mounting the plus points of keeping a blog over a diary..unreasoningly..and got finalised wid 5 bullets dropping dwn.!
1. a blog is unreachable to amma's hand..!obviously i knew d same blog could b sighted many on the net.!..but still..i thought.."not my amma neways..!"..)
2.i was online 24*7..so working on a blog wud go as a part of it..!(well wot if the current goes..?!wot if my system itself crashes out.?!!?..i answered:i hav my net accessible mob.!)
3. i need not hav to remmbr whre i kept my blog last time aftr jotting down .!(..but whre d heck hav i stored d passwrd to get into my blog space.?!?!? )
4.i love typing on d qwerty board.!!( rolling a pen been boring after all..!)
5..i really really really wanted to blog .!!well couldn't dat be d best reason to hav popped all d above 4 petty whyfor's..!:)
yeah....it hit my mind like dis wen i finally strtd writin one fo d frst time..."yea..my blogs could alleviate someone who has had d same kind o bad day like i had one today..!."
.."yeah my blogs might help someone..somebody to ease out with a smile...They might help some one think...might be handy fo someone to while time on d www space.."
and yeah...it wud be most benefactorial to me..d blogger..to help losen my tight mind..to help ooze out the countless thoughts.."
and so did the Treasured Trash strtd getting filled..!:)
to say ..This is a trash...i fill dis one with all d crap n chunks...and to also say..This also include dose that are not to be in a trash..!!..yea..! cuz i am one guy who has had some problems in finding wot goes a hogwash n wot remains sensible.!!
i guess its so cause i had been thru times wen many things..(many people too.!) which n whom i had held close ..i had valued hav proved to me as irrational and i also hav had some surprises popping up..and i see them holding a placard.."why d hell did u ignore us..?!?!"..so it has been pretty natural to me keep myself from distinguishing from wot is to be locked and wot has to be left free..:)
And excuse me for dis wen i tag my blog..."My Treasured Trash.."..cus i treasure dem ....knowingly...,, at d same time ..unknowingly..:)..