Beeps In The Mind

I asked myself, Why I am I born, My self replied; You are born to write, And to write again! The only craft I do is to write, What else can be my life about?  

It has become my very nature, To smile and end up in laughter, When the sun is up and smiling. But while the moon is up and waiting, Wanting not to enter the little sky in my eyes, I frown and sob in the dark.

I saw silver slivers of the moon, Falling on your face, On that bright and cheery night. I was confused; To listen and nod at you,  Or to stare at the glimmering stars in your eyes! If you liked this poem please do spread by sharing!

Yesterday was just another day;I saw myself busy collecting, All those shattered being of mine, And acting even busier,Uniting and befriending with myself again, Still denying not a chance to repeat the process. If you liked this poem please do spread by sharing!

She was not angry, She was but sad.She was not mad at anyone,She was but crushing her agony.And silence was the only weapon, She thought she could operate flawlessly. If you liked this poem do share!

Seeing his long messy beard, I always doubted, If gravitation has an upward pull too, Or else how has it grown in a direction so opposite!!! Picture Credits: Pixabay

When the flickering lamp blinded my eyes, With  its beams so intense and bright, I know how it feels; To have all the courage, But no weapon to fight and defeat. Light is mightier than anything! Picture Credits: Pixabay

It's bliss to stand there and embrace the sun like a little lotus.  And the picture says it all! Whenever I pave a visit to Kappad beach, words keep flowing out from my heart. Here's one scribbling.  At Kappad beach I stand near the sea, hours so countless And never got tired waiting, For his zillion smiles at dawn and throughout. Moon has proposed me a thousand times, But I lost my heart to the sun. The sea is the limit and witness; Of my sighs and smiles, and of my hopes and worries. Each time I stand by her side, She pacifies me with her songs, so magical, That can revive one from life and death. Picture Credits: Anusree (for capturing the moment) and Mredul C.K (for editing it beautifully). 

I like poetic tales. Do you like too? Here’s a story I tried scribbling. Hope you would like it. :) The cold morning breeze, And the quiver in my voice, Wanted you to lend a warm cuddle. Before you could offer one, I was but dragged away, By the blind folding fog, From all those trails, That leaded to you. Later, when the breeze, Whispered your name in my ears, I was standing alone, With a fear hitherto unknown. Soon I started listening, To each of the voices, Of those natural powers, That revealed the short cuts to your smile. And... All smiles! Credits: Chris Sardegna

I waited long till the nightfall,  For you to come as a cute little breeze, I tried raising my thin leafy hands, For you to clasp around, To make you known of my tale in green,  All I want is to conquer you,  For the millionth of a second,  To make you feel the bliss of stillness.   Image Credits: Pixabay

Seasons come, Seasons go, Past is forgotten, present is forgiven. Memories get aged, get ignored, Dreams are born, get matured  And with every season new, A magic is unveiled. For the lengthier days,   I wait for the winter to pass by, Never but dislike the non-harsh coldness. I enjoy the yellow and mellow, But not the dry browns. And then, the clouds come down,  To bring in a soothing green. When the soil is muddy and at times, awash, Vanishes the tough and noisy monsoon, Blessing with a lovely spring, And it’s then I smile full-hearted. (Like anything plantlike in Kerala.)  :) :) :) Image Credits: Picjumbo

Near the bosom of that mind locking place, The breeze truthing things I longed to hear, My mind dashed to the unreal, With a pain so severe that of a bird in a cage. I should leave the place soon, To be in another zone of time, She reminded. I would rather tie my thoughts on you, To wander along with you, Taking hold of the time zone you own; Real or unreal, I whispered. Let me take a little delight, In the moment I am in, Realising the realness of the unreal, Before I get woken up by my busy self.

Standing at the sea side, in a corner so lonely, Far-off the woods and beside the tumbling waves, My mind compels me often; to go forward, To move bold, with my dreams, Leaving behind those crying emotions, Detaching myself from the burdens, Of all the burns that my heart has gone through! You may also like  A Beep In The Mind , my favourite!  Image credits: Pixabay

Blue was not my favorite color, And I did dislike everything bluish, Except the sky and the ocean. You but adored the royal blue, And by the time I started admiring it, You were but lost somewhere in between, And all I could treasure was those royal memories, Of the sky blues and the ocean blues. Wanna read another poem? Here's one, A Beep in the Mind  Image Credits: Pixabay 

Sharing here the title poem from the collection, "Beeps In The Mind", one of my personal favorites!                                               Know not what the feeling is, But can energize and refresh me. It’s filling my whole mind, And it gushes out, I, fear. In leisures, I noticed him, And for some attraction, I observed, The looks and his behavior, Someday, I knew, the same play, from his part. A feel of something, hush, about to break, But just held it tight by us, I know not the cause, of him, being observant, But the feel of his looks, which resembles, Paves path for my attraction, And is that of the boy in my dream.                                  

Swept away by the clouds, Drifted away by the winds, I can only feel myself floating. Free and happy, I’m, Above the earth, over the ocean And beyond my command. I wish to splash in the coolest of the waters, And transpire into a sweeping wave And then with wings fully spread, Vanish into the highest of the skies;   With an urge to meet her,  She who is the princess of all that I visualize.

Silly things and silly thoughts make me happy sometimes. Today when I saw our office cab(our cute black Mahindra Scorpio) fully wrapped up in dust after a long trip without getting a mug of water to shower in, people started making fun of us finding it dusty. I don't know why I like this vehicle a lot, the kind of bonding I have with it and yes, memories too! I felt like scribbling something on its, dusty back so that no one gets a chance to comment but can of course read the answer, before they ask. So when everyone was away I scribbled, “I like brown, so I’m dusty!" But when I was done with the work, it started speaking it mind:            I’m not pale as you think,            I don’t like brown either,            Coz I’m born black.            And I don’t want to shower in a stream of water,            Coz I like it done by the wind and the sun! P.S: But yeah, somebody caught me scribbling! He He! :P

He asked me to meet you, I thought you were my friend. He asked me to imagine you,  I thought you were my dream.  He asked you to console me,  I thought you were my angel. He asked me to share my stories with you, I thought you were my love. You were but none of these to me,  Just a hand to take me there,  Through that path of love,  And to leave me there safe,  In the hands of destiny, To color it with the phrases I scribbled. 

I visited that same old home that day, That which cradled my childhood, Themed my stories and eased my journey. And with all those precious memories I was served sumptuous as before. I couldn't but stay long, on the top, over the moon, Coz I did know that I’m in love with you!

Image Source:Google Images I can’t carry this pain, Going mad sometimes, Going numb otherwise, Can’t even inhale or exhale. I can’t but give up!  Let this pain, that break into my mind Come out as a pearl, someday Well cleansed by my tears And well sanctified by my prayers.