Questions, deep within

How do we manage to trust some unlikeliest people with our most brittle secrets and darkest fears?
Why do we become a party to someone else's insecurities?
Do we, by becoming mute witnesses to stories someone shares, become a part of those stories?
Does being a confidante to someone special, mean that narrowest crevices of our minds are stuffed with a far greater amount of information, which we are seldom able to process?
Why is it that more than the regular folks in our lives, it's the chatter we have with strangers, that creates such a flutter, wreaking havoc in our minds, which on most days, are an epitome of all the calmness, the world has to offer?
At what point do we make peace with silence that precedes the key decisions?
Why do we get fascinated when someone, with all the passion in the world, narrates their dreams and makes us wish we become an accomplice to their aspirations?

Sometimes we need to dig deep, either to find life sustaining water or life altering glittering Gold. If only it's all worth the effort!

Dream On!

A tinge of purple sprayed amidst clear skies:
kind of stuff Midsummer day dreams are made of.
Good omens through unending hours of darkness, it seemed
Reiterating that, every blessing needs to be counted

Seems trivial right?
They say good things happen at least expected times.
Being haunted by nightmares for a while, forget good stuff, I couldn't even dare to have neutral thoughts in my dreams.
Lazing around at odd times, thanks to a mundane and random sleep pattern, with nothing but boredom and solitude for company, I had an unexpected intruder to my siesta.
There I was, on the terrace back home, soaking in the violet/purple sprayed around in between all the whites and blues of the skies. It exuded a sense of calmness, in total contrast to the previously prevalent chaos. It was a pleasant surprise, indeed.

I know I digress, but let me evoke the most hopeful of vibes: Even the darkest of the clouds have a silver lining, you just need to give dreams a chance :)

Tipping Point: Real to Virtual

"### friends on Facebook, ### Twitter followers, ### Instagram followers, ### LinkedIn contacts, but none to tend to at the hospital, while he/she lay unconscious in the ICU"

One can see thousands of similar sentiments echoed by people, ironically shared on social media.

It's high time people stop assuming moral high ground to slut shame the ones who strive to make friends in the virtual world.

There's no denying the importance of relationships in the real world. But, what the self-acclaimed social crusaders fail to notice is, a person who's surrounded by well-wishers and true friends, doesn't need to look elsewhere to forge relationships. The people who make such reckless remarks have zero empathy for others.

The truth could well be that the person is surrounded by shitty, ungrateful people who the person doesn't resonate with. He/she may be subject to discrimination on the grounds of age, physical appearance or even food habits. He/she may not satisfy the norms of socializability set by the majority. Continuously falling short of societal expectations could force one to connect to people beyond their immediate vicinity. Add to that the sheer curiosity to meet and know new people, in the everlasting hope of finding those that make life a tad easier.

So, next time you click that share/retweet/up-vote button to spread such thoughts, take a moment to realize that each person is fighting his/her own damn battles, and learn to respect individual choices.

Cheers :)

In Memorium: Decoding the distant, deep dilemmas

Moments with you, my muse,
were mementos to marvel, mesmerized.
Your murmurs magically mimicked
the mimes and melodies of Margazhi.

A pale parody of Paradise, or a paradox?
It’s all a part and parcel
of plans of someone powerful and potent.
Primed with purpose, a panacea

Revel, reverberate and resonate, did you
Ringing in riveting ripostes
on a rebellious rampage. No respite for me
have to rein in and redeem, with reverence.

Sans you, even a sumptuous spread
shows similarities to a salt less snack
like the silence of strings or satire that's not sharp
Stings me sore, shoving me to abyss
Soaking in it all, seems so surreal
Surely salvages something; satisfaction and solidarity.

ಮತ್ತೆ ಆನುಪಲ್ಲವಿ

ಝೇಂಕಾರದ ನಿನಾದ​

ಪಿಸುಗುಡುವ​ ಮೌನದೊಳು
ಅದೆಷ್ಟು ಗ್ರೀಷ್ಮಗಳ​
ನೆನಪುಗಳ​ ಒಡನಾಟ

ಸಂತಸದ​ ಸಲ್ಲಾಪ​
ಪ್ರತಿನಿತ್ಯ​ ಪರದಾಟ​
ರಸಭರಿತ​ ರಿಂಗಣದ​
ಅನವರತ​ ಅನ್ವೇಷಣೆ

ಸಮ್ಮತಿಯ​ ಸಾನ್ನಿಧ್ಯ​
ಪರಿಮಳವ​ ಪಸರಿಸುತ
ಧಮನಿಯೊಳು ಧಾವಂತದಿ
ಬೀಳ್ಕೊಡುಗೆ ಬಯಸುತಿದೆ

ರಂಗೇರಿದ ರಂಪಾಟಗಳು
ಸವಿಮಾತಿನ​ ಸೆಣಸಾಟಗಳು
ಕಣ್ಸನ್ನೆಯ ಕಂಪನಗಳು
ಚಿರನೂತನ​ ಚೇತನಗಳು

ಗೆಳೆತನದ ಓಲೆ

ಸ್ನೇಹ ಜ್ಯೊತಿಯ​ ಬೆಳಗಿಸಿದ​ ದೀಪ್ತಿ
ತರುವೆ ನೀನು ಎಲ್ಲೆಡೆ ಸಂತೃಪ್ತಿ
ಪಸರಿಸಲಲ್ಲಲ್ಲಿ ನಿನ್ನ ಕೀರ್ತಿ
ಸತಾಯಿಸುವೆ, ಕ್ಷಮಿಸಿಬಿಡು ಗೆಳತಿ

ಬೆಳಗುತಿರಲು ನೀ ಹಣತೆ
ಮೆಚ್ಚಿದೆ ನಿನ್ನೀ ಘನತೆ
ಅಚ್ಚರಿ ಎನಿಸುವ​ ಕ್ಷಮತೆ
ಸುನಯನೆ ಚಾರುಸುಶೊಭಿತೆ
ಎಲ್ಲರಿಂದಲೂ ಪ್ರಶಂಸಿತೆ
ನಗುತಿರು ಎಂದೆಂದಿಗೂ ಸುಸ್ಮಿತೆ

ಇಗೊ ಓದು ನಿನ್ನಯ​ ಕಿರು ಅವಲೊಕನ​:
ಜ್ಞಾನ​-ಸೌಂದರ್ಯಗಳ​ ಸಮ್ಮಿಲನ​
ಸಕಲಪ್ರತಿಭೆಗಳ​ ಅನಾವರಣ​
ನೊಂದ ಮನಸುಗಳಿಗೆ ಆಶಾಕಿರಣ​

ಯಾರೀ ಬಾಲೆ? ಅಸಾಮಾನ್ಯ
ಇವಳ​ ನಡತೆ ಸದಾ ಆರಾಧ್ಯ​
ಎಂಥಾ ಸೊಬಗು ಎಂಥಾ ಲಾಲಿತ್ಯ​
ಎಲ್ಲವ​ ತಲೆದೂಗಿಸುವ​ ಪಾಂಡಿತ್ಯ​
ಈಕೆಯ ಒಡನಾಟ​ ಅತ್ಯಮೂಲ್ಯ​

ಇವಳ ಬಲ್ಲೆನೆಂಬುದೇ ಸೌಭಾಗ್ಯ

Musings, out of context - II

Well, you've heard of Throwback Thursdays, now I present:

Thursday Tantrums

Thunderstorms within, raring to go

All that beckons is the peace it brings

Solitude alas, knows no friend or foe

Just like a summer bird, bereft of wings

Self made fires, that one does kindle

Laws of the land, to them, I concede

Everything, a weapon, thread or spindle

Mere hope, I have, for the tides to recede

Faults are mine, I say with audacity

Unforgiving spirit, knows no bounds

Always oozing along, fullest to capacity

By itself, it crushes all those hounds