A Beautiful Mind..

Hmm.. after a long break and using my head a lot for some oncoming examinations, I could come up with something related to the head.. lol. Read on..



He had a beautiful mind
thought processes of every kind
He could see things objectively
solve problems mathematically
For him life was crystal clear
reason and logic were most dear
He could dream up simulations
place himself in varous situations
Dole out brilliant understandings
and convince all with his findings
His advice seemed pretty authentic
for he was emotionally phobic
With his ability to differentiate
emotional turbulences humans create
People would admire this ability
and also his humour and creativity

But the mind on its own cant sustain
without emotions he felt the strain
hollow and empty in some strange corner
to his beautiful mind it came as a shocker
Little by little he began to conceede
his precious logic for a heartful need
and soon found himself in the same mess
as the peoples problems he wud redress
The mind mocked at his helpless situation
his thoughts swamped in senseless tribulation
The more he tried to process the problems
the deeper he dipped into the doldrums
His mind was no longer all that beautiful
filled with dark thoughts,an argument tool
unable to see clear for it was blind
He had had a beautiful mind

Thoughts on living...

Hmm.. here is a poem i coined on what I learnt from my friends around me. A universal truth, but hard to implement..



Live life like a flower
with your love as nectar
blossom radiant and bright
be that attractive sight
no matter how many bees
give all with equal ease
the day will soon come
when your works is done
and grains of your presence
will bear fruits of essence



Live life like a river
run deep and strong
be the wholesome giver
for the right or the wrong
let the thirsty drink true
support all the needy in you
gently work on the hard rocks
deviate around arrogant stops
remember the goal is but the sea
nothing enroute will weaken thee



But Live not like the creeper
growing by ebracing deeper
sucking of life as it feeds
full of never fulfilling needs
Its support now ill in health
squeezed dry to its very death
what achievement is there to show
for what did the creeper grow..



And live not like the virus
truly abhorred and hideous
searching for an ideal giver
unsatiable on its trigger
multiply it will tirelessly
feed off will it endlessly
and then close up in its shell
after making all around it hell..

Provocative Thoughts...

Here is an interesting but rather provocative thought process of mine, dealing with the what amounts to straying from a relationship...

Women look for bonding and devotion
men for sexual satisfaction
Her need for never ending emotion
his for physical gratifaction

Happens many a time in a relation
that neither may feel content
The man cannot provide the emotion
and she complement his sexual bent

The man then may stray easily
looking for pleasure external
only to be chastised hastily
and damned to hell infernal

But I ask what about the woman
who too looks around for comfort
Not getting it from her man
She begins her feelings to divert

It may be a simple friendly relation
where in she can tell out her soul
but soon develop into complications
for the other man has but one goal

Its not a suprising revelation
that a woman content in her emotion
would not mind bending to this friend
& see much wrong in his playful trend

Soon the woman is too strongly bond
too differentiate this association
especially when the loving friend
begins to demand more of the relation

She finds herself in a wierd turmoil
her thougts begining to get confused
Would it be right for her to foil
a relationship which she had needed & used?

Finally his perseverance pays off
and she gives in to his demands
what began as an emotional support
now develops fully without any bounds

Tis sad when neither the man or woman
can stay faithful in their relation
be it the man straying sexually
or the woman with her emotion..

The Little Birdie...

Sometimes all it needs is a little support to get someone to overcome fear

The little bird so wanted to fly
to soar high, to touch the sky
but dare she not attempt again
still fresh from her fall and pain

The wind sensed the birdies despair
her confidence was low, needed repair
rustled around the leaves of the tree
sang an inspired tune in her ears did he

"Little bidie, come shed your fears
Forget the past and wipe your tears
Success is yours among many things
just fly with me beneathe your wings"

The bird perched herself on the nest edge
spreading her wings for one last try
The wind nudged her off the ledge
heaving strong gusts for her to fly

And Lo!
With ease the bird flew thru the air
round the tree and over the fencing
for in her heart she was fully aware
She had the mighty wind beneathe her wing..

Power of Love...

Have u ever wondered why The Power of love is amazing...
The feel good factor, those tiny tingling sensations
every time she smiles and pays you little attentions
The inexorable yearn to see her and be with her
the in explainable desire to spend endless hours with her

even when...
It hurts you with a myriad of unanswered questions
makes you flirt with the burden of dark sensations
makes you bask in the pits of expected languishment
so numb not to feel other form of punishment

Have u ever wondered why The Power of love is illogical...
When u begin to ignore & antagonize other available women
and ur ordered life becomes disordered with hers interwoven
U spend hrs doping, mooning, pinning & other useless things
& ur high soaring days get numbered cause of clipped wings!

But then...
Why do even great emperors like ceaser fall in love
and forgo a legacy of regalness for the above
even when they know it is nothing but a clouding emotion
which drains you with sacrifice and devotion....?!

I guess the only way to know is to fall in love for yourself and try and see what and why people get hooked onto it .. lol!

The Prince and The Beast...

Here, I try and show you how we tend to see a problem superficially and hence work out a hasty solution without understanding the root cause. In such cases we may solve our problems temporarily but not effectively.. The key is identifying and addressing the real cause.. read on and see what I mean..

In a faraway land..
there lived a hideous beast
Had fun in terrorising people
on their fear he wud feast

Men wud turn pale..
women would shiver
children would run screaming
and babies would begin to wail

The Prince was worried..
for this he could not bear
to see his people harrassed
and living in mortal fear

He took a long and winding trip..
to the beastly lair
armed with his mighty sword
to slay the beast he wud dare

On reaching the beast's abode..
he geared up for the worst
to plan out his attack mode
he decided to watch first

The beast came out of his den..
and much to the princes suprise
he began to play with a pretty butterfly
as if he was a kid in disguise

He would laugh and giggle..
and his nose he wud wiggle
but then the beauty flew away
and the beast grew sad as he did everyday.

Realisation struck the prince..
which hadn't occured to him at first
the beast was just lonely
for it was love for which he thirst

The noble prince sheathed his sword..
and sent the beast food and laughter galore
With happiness back in his life
The beast is a beast no more..

Independance Day...

My thoughts on Celebrating our 60th Independance day. India gained its Independance on 15th Aug 1947.. after more than a century under colonial rule..

Glorious is our past
Fierce the struggle
the masses martyred
their sacrifice .. regal

The sweat the toil
the rebuke the oppression
the callous foriegn reggression
does it not make your blood boil?

We are now free, living our forefathers dream
enjoying the spoils of our great land..
But tell me, what do we undertand
of the bloody past that we have not seen?

Where is our contribution
when we do but our own selfish deeds
for what is our jubiliation
when we see not the nations greater needs

The rich getting richer
The poor .. the poorer
flashy mobiles and fancy cars
while half the population starves?

What justice in celebrating today
60 years of independance we say
when we see not more than our nose
how to accumulate money by the crore?

True we are striving ahead
all of us here.. I am sure are well fed
But the battle now is a different kind
Look at the present, leave the past behind

There is no point of just singing praises
for framed pictures of famous faces
when in our hearts we really feel
its just another holiday.. some rest to steal

Its time to awaken my bretheren
If u are loyal sons of the nation
Be more than the trumpet that just blows
when its fingered for stage shows..

The Meeting...

Imagine the scenario where you have come across a special someone on the net, exchanged pics and loads of conversations, but have never actually met. Then that long awaited day comes.. What could happen? Here are my thoughts...

I stand waiting for her
with a rose in my hand
dressed in my best
that i possibly can

My shoes are shinning
My clothes neatly creased
my hair brushed carefully
and i look mighty pleased

How would she be
this woman i long knew
but never actually met
except seen in a pic or two

I hear the car pull up
and i see her familiar face
a sight for my longing eyes
makes my heart skip a pace

She recognises me
her lips break into a smile
an awesome look
which lingers in my head for a while

Grinning like a school boy
i extend my hand with the rose
which she graciously accepts
her hips thrust in a known pose

We walk to the table
am a little conscious
definately a lil nervous
as i smell in her fragrance

An akward silence follows
not knowing what to say
instead I study her intently
as she plays with her hair

She then breaks the ice
makes me feel at ease
with a sweet laugh so casual
disarming and completely natural

We catch up on old times
and soon its like always
laughing flirting and fighting
pulling her long legs is delighting

As the time flies by
I realise with a smile
in the company of this extra ordinary woman
my life has indeed become worth the while..

The Evolution of Man...

Blame my childhood infatuation for the good old GunSlingers (Cowboys) of the Wild West, to come up with this peice ..lol

Where has he vanished one fears..
The complete man of the yester years
Strong and rugged, callous yet honoured..
stubbled beard, raw sweat
gnarled fists n bad breadth
Lonely and misunderstood..
treated his women like he felt he should
Rode past on lofty glory n pride
Hardly emotional, never cried
Stood on his two feet, tall and manly
killed or died, defended his word staunchly
Where has he vanished one fears..
The complete man of the yester years?

But Lo! What has evolved to take his place
combed hair and a feminish face
Boyish charm, cute looks
sensitive caring as in romance books
holds his heart in his sleeve
ready to cry more oft than u wud believe
Ready to listen and lend her solace
Chicken out from a fight with no disgrace
What has this that has replaced him
A product of evolution would it seem?

But strangely enough he is in fancy
Its in the new man that trust finds she
a plausible outcome of gender equality
tis stronger women and dainty men do we see!

The Fire and The Shadow...

This work tries to potray that every good thing has a an associated bad sibling. Be it in physics .. matter and anti matter, or in religion.. Good and Evil. What I am trying to convey is left open for the reader to assimilate, but the bottom line is that each of us has our dark side which accompanies our goodness... We need to keep it in control, and also look out for it in every one we meet. I dedicate this poem to a special friend I know, who's story motivated me to think on these lines...

The light loomed up, warm and bright
a welcome sight in the dark of her night
She watched it flicker and grow brighter
each moment made it seem more dearer

No more would she sit alone and pine
her only support had been that of the divine
for now a little spark that seemed to grow
mesmerised her by the warmth of its glow

She stared and watched the light flicker
the cold of her night seemed to disapear
The light was growing strong and bigger
soon it wud be a healthy burning fire

Little did she see beyond that sight
the warmth of the fire in her cold night
Unaware was she of the silent eerie slithering
that crept unanounced on its unsuspecting victim

In tandom with fire it grew up behind her
pranced around to the beat of the flicker
she seemed lost.. in some kind of trance
blissfully unaware of this wild ritual dance

Oh yes the fire was raging now
the heat was searing her brow
yet she chose to stay on with the light
dare not she return to the cold of the night

The fire carressed her soothingly
but behind the shadow crackled
so enchanted was she with the embers lit
she did not see the evil that come along with it

It raised its mean sinister hood
to reveal a sight so ugly and horrifying
She felt the chill in her womanhood
as the fire continued to caress, hardly gratifying

How could the fire be the cause of such distress
How could it pair with the hideous and soul less
leaving her broken.. and a shattered sight
The Fire and The Sinister Shadow of the night..

A Confused Lover...

Hmm.. Love is an amazing intoxication.. Here I try and show the way a teen or a first time lover would think when his head no longer is in charge of his functioning ..

My thoughts are clogged up
My head in a spin
My energy is bubbling
but how do i let it go from within?

The blood rush in my head
The heat in my viens
The adrenaline pumping in me
pent up inertia for so many days

How do i concentrate my energy
on this single woman of mine
without upsetting her in any way
but making the best of time

Will a simple poem do?
full of sweet nothings
or can I be more adventurous
and seduce her with erotic somethings..

Tis but a new playground
and i hardly know the rules
how to make a woman happy
without any of my known tools..

The Greedy Squirrel....

This poem is on the simple subject of greed .. I thought of a squirrel in search of nuts as an ideal yet simple way to potray this universal truth.. read on

The squirrel approached this beautiful nut
lying on the ground just besides my hut
He was excited at his finding, i could see
the way he scampered around, oblivous of me

He pawed it once, he pawed it twice
gripped it in his teeth with an awesome vice
looked this way, that way,here and there
flicked his furry tail triumphantly in the air

But as he was about to take my leave
he saw a sight he could not believe
not one, not two, not three, not four
but a jar full of nuts by my door!

His eyes lit up with a twinkling greed
obviously he was overcome by a larger need
threw the precious nut in hand did he
and scampered to the jar quickly

Alas the nuts were behind the glass
and the lid secured on pretty fast
the squirrel looked back in dismay
for his only nut the crow had taken away!

"Morale - Dont be Greedy"