Enchained

Soaring to great heights,

Or plunging out of sight,

My heart sings a rhapsody.

Finding deeper meanings,

Or gathering useless things,

Holding memories in custody.

A vision far away,

But clueless about today,

Seeing things no one can see.

Dreams appear real,

And experiences surreal,

Life is unreal to a certain degree.

Whispering in a melodious tune,

"Come out of your cocoon"

I can hear the stars telling me.

I am just playing my part,

But I want to listen to my heart,

Dropping all shackles, I am going to break free.

The Seed

 I planted a seed long ago,

And it took root in my mind.

I sheltered it and watered it,

With every drop that I could find.

The seed grew into a fine tree,

And spread its branches all around.

It grew tall towards the sky ,

But its roots were firmly in the ground.

Then somewhere along the way.....

The tree grew wings!

And it flew away all alone.

Venturing boldly,
On a journey unknown.

 The mind called it back,

Because that was where it should stay.

But the heart did not listen,

And the tree kept flying away.

The farther from my mind it went,

 The closer to my heart it came.

There were struggles it would have to face,

But it kept flying all the same.

And then it took root in my heart,

Much to my fascination.

 It is now so real,

Was it ever just a figment of my imagination?

Great(?) expectations

How disappointing :(
Its one whole week since I started writing my blog and I can still count my audience on the fingers of my left hand.

This is not the way it should be.
Everyone should read what I write.
Its unfair!!

I know people are doing it on purpose. Everyone hates me. I have no friends in this world.
Oh God! What have I done to deserve this?? Why me???

Hmmphh ......  if people cannot appreciate a good piece of writing, its their loss, not mine.

I think I should go out in the evening and drown my sorrows in a huge glass of watermelon juice. (C'mon.... what were you expecting?)
Then later pick up some napkins to wipe my tears. Buy them?...Of course not!  My favourite juice corner is decent enough to serve napkins as well. I am devastated as it is without having to spend money.
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Aah..... I am feeling so much better now.
Its good to throw a tantrum once in a while, isn't it?

For better or for verse

Is something good,

When it is not bad?

Are we really happy,

When we are not sad?

Is there peace,

When there is no fight?

When there's nothing wrong,

Do we say its right?

Does being brave,

Mean we have no fear?

Do we actually listen,

Every time we hear?

Are we smiling,

When we do not cry?

Are we telling the truth,

When we don't lie?

If we are not cruel,

Does that mean we are kind?

Do we feel with our heart,

When we speak our mind?

Are we being generous,

When we share?

Does being nice, 

Mean that we care? 

The perfect gift

Valentine's day is here.
And as always, I am plagued with this big question.

"What gift should I give, to someone very dear to me?"

This dilemma is not just limited to Valentine's day. I get equally confused on birthdays, anniversaries, festivals and so on.

I can't help admiring all the creative people who can think of innovative things to gift. They must be gifted in the art of gifting.

My usual list consists of books, pens, wallets, watches, clothes, jewellery, perfumes and at the most some electronic item. I have never been able to think of anything extra-ordinary or memorable ..... something that I have been thoroughly satisfied with.
I remember spending hours at the stores searching for the right gift for the special people in my life and then coming out either empty handed or disappointed with my choice.
There is always a feeling that it is just not good enough.

So, coming back to the question,
"What gift should I give, to someone very dear to me?"

Hey!... Wait!..... I just had a brainwave.
Let me reverse the question.

"What gift would I like to receive from someone very dear to me?"

Well, it should be something very sweet and simple. Something which is neither flashy nor extravagant and yet rich with sentiment. Something which warms the cockles of the heart without making me feel overwhelmed or burdened.
Honestly, it can be anything as long as it is given from the heart.
It is the thought that counts.

But I still can't help thinking, what would be the special gift which I would cherish?
Hmm ....... It could be a beautiful poem, oozing with tender feelings. I would certainly love that.
Or maybe ..... a rose.
Oh yes!!  A ROSE!  Why not? Its Valentine's day.

A single rose can be more eloquent than volumes of poetry, more precious than the most exquisite diamond and more delightful than the loveliest painting.

Isn't it the perfect flower to communicate one's feelings? Its charm is so nicely expressed by Dorothy Parker.... 

"A single flow'r he sent me, since we met,

All tenderly his messenger he chose;

Deep-hearted pure, with scented dew still wet - -

One perfect rose.

I know the language of the floweret.
My fragile leaves, it said, his heart enclose.
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose."

So, here it is. The perfect gift to give and to receive ...... One perfect rose!

"Happy Valentine's Day"

Getting creative

Help! I am going online!
OK! My condition is not all that pathetic. Its just that I am trying out something new and I don't know the hows and whys of what I am doing. (Not to mention the whens and wheres and whats).
This is going to be a tremendous task and I don't know how long my enthusiasm will last.

I was just wondering what it takes to be a blogger. Do I have to be a sentimentalist or an intellectual?... or.... do I need to have very strong opinions about some burning issues?.... or.... do I need to have a caustic wit to keep everyone captivated?
Good Lord! I don't think I have all these qualities.
I think I should just be ME. (however boring that may be)

A question that is bothering me is that why have I suddenly taken to blogging?
Is it because I have a hidden desire to express myself? But I do express myself loudly and clearly enough. Sometimes even if it is unnecessary :)
Maybe I want to unleash my creativity. Aah... that sounds good.

So, 2 things taken care of:
1. Starting a blog.
2. Convincing myself that it was necessary.

Now, let me get to the next challenge... finding topics to write about.
You know, if you tell me pen my thoughts I can do that well. But the real trick is finding a proper heading or subject. An article needs a heading, right? ........... even if one cannot make the heads or tails out of it  :)
Actually, I have to think of a subject/heading everytime to appease a certain segment of readers. Especially so, because my readers are going to comprise of that segment only and I don't want to annoy them.

So, wish me luck as I set my sails and start on a new journey.
Hoping to dust off the rust very soon :)