http://mymindarticulates.rediffiland.com/Diary of TheMind Speaksen-usSaw this girl the first day
And didn’t pay much attention like the rest
Wonder how she felt then
There wasn’t much perceptible in the diminutive figure
But the moment she set her foot on stage
Set a fire far and wide
Making a loud statement
That she belongs here and will one day
Own all the paths leading to it
In our memories and her promising potentials
She grew incredibly tall in the months that followed
And nothing seemed stopping her
Not even the five feet that she was
Crossed all roads and jumped all terrains
To reach for the horizon she seeks
Met people, minds across
Waded through murky jungles of condemnation
Being reduced to ashes on numerous occasions
Yet rising and growing each time
Despite soiled knees and grazed elbows
If not for the world, but for herself
Making the stronger her shield from the languishes
Time had in store for the weak and unscrupulous
The thousands of times her ideas were questioned
For the dominance that was shown
In doing things right, the first time
The moments she took hold of
And did it her ways
The blames and the scuffles
And emerging of the phoenix
Undeterred and un-wavered
Today when I look back
I see a girl with toothy smile, clutching a bouquet of roses
With a promising life ahead
Carrying along with her all the good faith she shaped
Among many of us
Some still hidden to be discovered
But the blessings and the words of heartfelt beliefs
Entrusted upon her, waiting to be taken all along
A girl once written off
Proved she doesn’t require to be tall than what she is
Coz she already is unconventionally
With all the confidence oozing in her
And the magic she has within herself
That makes me adore her
For her being the ‘small wonder’ I have a high regard for

[In my MBA days, the 2 years I've seen this girl doing the rounds of the coll to get everything extracurricular done in the right order, from managing fests single-handedly to getting placed as one the first one's , to overlooking seminars, to handling acads in good ways...yet each time she grew and strived to do something that challenges her potential; it was sad to c that among us professionals - the so called MBA brigade; there were so many of them to always pull her down, or condemn her for her actions. A little piece of appreciation from my end, to this girl Aishwarya Omprakash...got a long way to go gal, perhaps as a brilliant Marketing personnel]



]]>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 21:27:13 +0530http://mymindarticulates.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/09/Small-Wonder.html

That went away, this came in. This went away too, that may come in.
The thiss' and thats' never seem to end.
It's like an ongoing viscious cycle, pulling and drowning one ray of hope from the body.
That makes the soul one ray less happier.
A self questioning sublimes on the surface waiting to break through the web so strong.
A desperate wish to ask may not know who, but someone who would not nurse a breaking heart.
Instead help the breaking strings.
A saying was there which echoed; strings that grew and drew along, were difficult to snap.
Truly said, the ones that never grew, went by unfelt and unnoticed.
The very few left a stab of pain and deserted grounds.
Barren enough not to be cultivated enough for long.
Trust seemed a far cry, a trial once more didnt seem exciting.
The outcome would be the same, history has it all.
In vengeance, not to the thiss' and thats'; but to the destiny, a devillish thing screamed to be devillish.
It screamed on the want of hurting.
It winced on the want of self-infliction.
It craved for the flesh to burn, coz seething within wasn't enough.
It felt like crying, but waited for the rains to come.
Yet this devillish thing couldn't take form.
A fear was there not in ruining oneself, but on loosing count of the thiss' and thats'
The count by itself sounds so good, wish it stayed whenever i thought of it.
Wondered and was nearly positive something bigs really wrong with me.
But if it were so, why in the first place it stayed for this long.
If it were to go, why a false base was formed.
The true self was always before.
The gathering to become one, became possessive and did the extra bit of caring.
For one soul always required a heart and a hand.
To absorb and soak all that what perished.
What perished in the end, was the thiss' and the thats' and the me's with them.
Once more am a barren land, incapable of cultivation and nurturing.
Coz on the left side of the bodily form, all that remains is but a path trampled upon several
times, grey and granite.

]]>Tue, 27 May 2008 01:11:02 +0530http://mymindarticulates.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/05/27/Absurd-Thoughts.htmlYou give wings to me
But think the flight isn't safe
You show me the world beyond the nest
But the sky high is only a dream
You make me realise the importance of a worm
But I ought to mark your taste
You talk about the greenery around
And the gladness that should grow within
But the heart is dying and I am bleeding
I desired to take the flight
And explore the new grounds
Bring back new glories and tales of opportunities conquered
I thought nothing could stop me hovering over the cliff
And feeling the spirit to soar higher
Being knocked by the wind and the currents, be rejuvenated each time I dodged them
But my feathers are getting dull
I fear I may shed them prematurely
For I sit on the nest waiting to be directed next
Watching flocks alike pick their path
The flutter of the wings big and small
The initial stumbles and the glide to infinity
You look at them in awe and full of joy
I beat my fluff up and rouse myself ready for the start
But before I take a step higher
You tell me about the dangers below
And the predators above
I rebel for the name of experience I would gain
To become wise like you and pass on the genes to my offsprings
But you think the flight isn't safe
And restrain me by the name of your astuteness
I already feel like a flightless bird
Wish were in a cage, for I would have known its not my destiny
But here I am in the open, wishing it were not my destiny




]]>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 19:45:24 +0530http://mymindarticulates.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/29/Wings-of-Flight.htmlApne swayam mein jhaak ke dekha
Khoon behta mehsoos hua
Wo narmi aur wo garmi sa ehsaas
Wo duub jaane ka mann jo machla

Ek andhere ke beech, thoda sa ujaala dekha
Dil ki gehrai se jo roshani barsa raha tha
Apne astitva ki kahani bata raha tha
Ek marham lagaane ki prayas mein
Unn zakhmo ko jo baar-baar nishaane pe the
Unn teero se jo zamaane chodd rahe the
Yeh soch ke, ki meri gati ko madham kare
Meri himmat ko todd, mujhe shunya paristhiti mein pahuchade

Lekin abhi mera swayam tut ke bikharne ko tayyar nahin hain
Aage aur bhi jahaan hain
Taare aur bhi hain todne
Manzile aur bhi hain paani
Harz kya agar meri manzil hain alag dusro se
Raaste hain juda chalne waale
Abhi imtihaan aur bhi hain aage

Meri ruh bandagi nahin maanti
Main akela hi sahin, meri khuddari baykhatar meri rehber
Wo naya seher, jiski justajoo mein main nikla
Liye saath apne karam
Na kisi ko doshi mana, na kisi se baer rakha

Mera swayam kahin apne gehraiyo mein chupaake sabse dur
Jiske paas main unn har palon mein waapis aa saku,
Jab ilzaam lagaye gaye ho mujhpe anginit
Abhi imtihaan aur bhi hain aage
Taare aur bhi hain todne

Ek naye savere ki ore
Main chala khaderte huen unn jazbaato ko
Jo rukawat bann mere saamne khadi
Aage aur bhi jahaan hain
Manzile aur bhi hain paani


]]>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 15:42:24 +0530http://mymindarticulates.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/04/04/Aage-Aur-Bhi-Jahaan-Hain.htmlThere is this hour
I sit by the window
Watching water droplets kiss the grass
I watch gazingly ahead
Thinking of the day gone by
I cried my heart out and my eyes went dry
This hour the God"s cry, with no hint of their eyes drying
There I see this hapless humming bird flying by my window
As though on a lookout for something
Some more flapping of wings and the Gods show no mercy
I again dwelve into my sadness
The time flies, but it seems the Gods are more in number
The humming bird catches my attention once again
It is the nest that is soaked on my window sil adjoining tree branch
And the humming bird hovering over it
I stand upright to inspect
There be the reason, why the Gods seem to be crying endlessly
The humming birds chicks have knocked the heavens door
This being the welcome song
Suddenly my sadness and sorrow belittles the mood
For my sorrow I cry
And the humming birds sorrow, the Gods cry
For my sorrow, I spend endless nights toiling hard to sleep
And the humming bird sleeps away her sorrow, for the new morning tomorrow
For my sorrow, I remember the harsh words that hurt me
And the humming bird forgets the harsh weather that doomed her chicks
For my sorrow, I wished I could hold on to someone forever
And the humming bird has God to hold on to
For my sorrow, I will die one day too old and suddenly evoked by the pangs stabbing my heart
And the humming bird will be resting in her grave�
[One of my first poems, when I started writing and felt there"s much more to poetry than rhyming; though there"s some part of it still in this one ;)]




]]>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 23:00:43 +0530http://mymindarticulates.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/31/The-Gods-Cry-2.htmlI am criticized for my initiative
I have a road, that allows me to bow down
Sigh and give up
I have another road, that promises me the horizon
Infinite I can rise
My conscious says I pick up the road
To which my conscience agrees







]]>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 21:06:29 +0530http://mymindarticulates.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/25/Promising-the-Horizon.htmlThe eyes stared back at me
While I was enjoying the breeze
That was hitting my face
And the rains came
Along with thundering storms
Painting the sky purple and black hues
I jumped with the first drop on my hand
And after a little reluctance
Joined the people dancing in the rains
I danced till the cold hit my spine
Till my feet ached with numbness
And I shivered with want of getting warmth
Everything started reacting slower and anesthetized
But the mind was functioning like a machine
Seeming never to stop thinking and believing

I never liked rains
As it made my mood somber
But i needed to wash some guilt off me
And I needed to wince in happiness
Of releasing the pain
I needed to live a new life
All by starting over again
And doing things I feared or disliked
Little moments of enjoying myself
Little moments of celebrating myself
I smiled a bit and let the eyes stare back at me
Wishing tomorrow rains do come
And I soak myself inside out
As have imagined
From the day I lost a friend


]]>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 20:16:34 +0530http://mymindarticulates.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/02/20/Dancing-in-the-Rains.htmlI saw this woman enter the door
Among several others, she looked effervescent
They walked their usual roads
She broke from the crowd and headed straight

I gave her this glance
Which said, you do stand out from others
She wished another woman
Who was equally pleased
Seeing someone approaching her way
Atleast her grin reflected my thoughts

I came across this woman
More of times that followed
Wondered how she managed to stand out
Each time I saw her, managed a smile cheek to cheek

One such day saw the extraordinariness in her
Felt sad seeing she was differently abled
But it would disgrace her, if I referred her that ways

Yet she had the power
To control the happiness of those several
Who worked around her
And it made me appreciate her more

For she was the blessed one
Picked up by a special God
Who thought there are ways to tell people
Things can be done extraordinarily
Even with the simplicity at work
Greater heights can be achieved
Even with the restrictive forces pulling one down

There's just that energy that she contains
Which fights back all that pulls down
A woman of sheer enthusiasm
With an attitude that says, she'll grow
And she'll keep others happy and cared for.

[An HR Senior Executive at a firm where I did my internship.
She didn't have fully formed fingers/or they were amputated am not sure off,
But she has 2 fingers on one hand n 3 on other, normal than the rest]


]]>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 22:20:26 +0530http://mymindarticulates.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/02/16/I-Saw-This-Woman.htmlHere I sit preparing myself for the day
I keep postponing the event
Have been thinking for long
How long would my clinging onto help me
Yes I need him for as long as I'm sane
But maybe it's suffocating him
I keep telling myself it's been long I've tagged around
Making him dread of the start of each new month
When my calls would reach him
For me each month brings an equal dread
That perhaps finally he would ask me
Why am I so bothered about his well being?
It's so hard to tell him I care
As I always used to, but its loosing its charm
Breaking and pulling away
That's what I think
With no firm source to confirm
So that for once I could leave and move away
But it's so tough even to think
What would happen to me after that?
I would completely loose myself
I lay crying in the wee hours of the night
Listening to 'Under My Umbrella'
Wishing to be soaked deep down in the rains
For once he would break his silence
And the night after night, I hug myself
The storm inside me, finding roads to come out
The silent tears I hide from everybody
Each day I think, I should go ahead with the plans
But next month I need to write my papers
The next to it, I need to wish him for the New Year
Next I need to wish him on his birthday
I need to give myself space and time
But only if he would break his silence
Which he has donned into
Wonder why he has no questions to ask me
Why he understands it all
Yet refuses to even shun it
It's the distance that keeps holding on
Making me feel incapable to make a difference
In his smile and his life
For once he said I am a dear one
And he is glad we came together
I wish to break free
Of the thoughts that keep haunting me forever
I don't want to loose him
But I want to see whether he'd come back for me
Yet I don't have the courage
To go ahead and make the decision
Am already lost and grief stricken
I would rather pain myself more
Than seeing him getting hurt
I would rather bash myself
Than seeing he hit by the ways of life
All for the friendship I count in him
All coz I cared too much
All coz I restrained stray thoughts making my way
And developing something new
For I knew some wild turn would ruin all that we have had
And nothing else would matter
Is what I don't wish to feel
Here I sit taken the decision
Which grew along with the prose
Embarking the New Year
And has taken its final shape
One last call of acquaintance
The silence and remorse
Beginning to overwhelm inside
And bring a lump in the throat
So strong he could understand
And ask this time
Only if he did understand months later
When I would have let go him
Which I hope, but docile wishes go unheard
The last question was asked
The Wish I wrote, did it mean anything
Which got the answer, feelings are long dead now
And I have nothing to say
Its not the way I had imagined
I want to heal now
And I want to feel forver
Coz i believe in FOREVER...
Which exists in the tamed mind of ours


]]>Tue, 01 Jan 2008 19:44:20 +0530http://mymindarticulates.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/01/Let-Go.htmlA flower that gives life,
Blooms even in harshest adversities,
Thats" what the name means.

The bud enveloping the petals so firm
Inside lies the secret of life giving power
The juices all white and transparent
No colour biasing and no taste preference

Wherever it positions, creating a climber to hold onto
For the other that is in need
The other may not even have to whisper
Just turn around and give one soulful look
Perhaps that may too not be felt

There are strong vibes that flow through
Of energy at one end, and synergy at the other

The flower that is not infested by pests
Which seemingly keep targeting its stalk

Like the sun advancing the day, and intensifying its glare
Year after year, the reach of the flower expanding by folds
The roots gaining more of ground,
The bark thickening with a strong turf
And the richness being savoured by many
All forming a network of links
Chained together for as long as one can remember
Its the flower that gave life




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