Kannaadi

I am having a problem.
I have a problem with my spectacles.
I have spectacles of multiple colours.
It's the  trendy and crazy luxury I have.
I try them from each on Monday to Friday.
Nothing suits my looks, just an Irony.
My mirror speaks the truth, I guarantee.
Both the spectacle and the mirror,oh
They are the same ''kannaadi'' for me.
One makes me see myself,
Other makes me see others,as
They see me sometimes.
I just have different frames, just specified.
All frames has the same power, I specify.
Just like my views to be framed,
All views show the egoistic me more,
That I lost vision on others.
Please give me another spectacle.
I need to try one after another.
I have a problem with my spectacles.
Complained the egoistic me.

My perfect Black Coffee

My Perfect Black Coffee


One more cube of sugar,
I don't like it perfect.
Stir and stir, all you need.
Hotpot water,warm it is.
Fresh aroma,it's coffee.
Powdered just to melt in warm.

Creamy,Tasty, Milk do claim.
I can do it without Milk.
Awake with Bitter Black Coffee.
It's black yet the perfect one.
One more cube of sugar,
That's my perfect Black coffee.

Let's start it with a new Good morning

Good morning


Fresh as a dew,
Here I begin my
New good morning.
First I do ,is
To surprise myself.
Close my mind to what the
Million mouths would say.
As a dew,bright in light,
Own your transparency,
You just have this morning.
What you are ,makes you
Great. Do you believe?
Ask just once to get mirrored.
Pointing fingers,frowning eyes,
Let them down ,with attitude.

Yesterday my life so driven,
Tired, Timed out.
Here I begin my
New good morning.

Long queues in cinema theatre will bring out the poet in you :-P

               On a Matinee

Here goes another crowd,
Just to watch another fantasy,
Someone's imagination indeed,
Sometimes inspired, it is told.

Fridays turn to be judgemental,
Reviews released within hours,
It got a queue to get me impatient,
Hours unfold to entertainment,
  My choice ,to enjoy or not
I am the valuable viewer you got.

    How it works
Oh dear sweetheart,
Never a call with whole heart,
What are you doing?
What was for food,dear?
Too sweet like rasgulla.
This is the way how love works,
Is it a Rom-com,I should star?
Is this the way how love works?
Sorry to spill the chemistry,
That's not the way,how I work.

Sensible is silent in its way,
Emotion is the key to drive,
Blame on starts in the mid of game.
Could handle a mild heart attack,
Better don't go for a heart break,dear.
Look there ,look here,all is love,
I Just don't feel what you say.
Force is not what you should do,
Meet the one in flow of life,
Make sure not a flaw in life.
That's  how I personalize love.

A genuine thought for all girls who relate to the content.

''Fair business''

'Fair' is a threat!
Complex is a tag !
Market is too big!
For the womb has a girl.

Racist not anymore,
Equal to say in gender,
 'Wit' is a sort of measure,
Soul is the beauty,in words.
Still pay for the 'fairness' in market.'

Hypocrisy isn't that?
What's ought to be fair?
Is it the soul or the skin,
I doubt.For they aren't
Racist anymore!!

What's it in the skin,
To decay in that soil,
Still Fair is a threat!
Complex is a tag!
Market is too big!
For the womb has a girl.

RAINING HOPES

It was raining,
It always rained,
Drops once felt soothing
Now flooded everywhere.
It covered the glass
Transparent once was,
Blurred went sight.
Then appeared a wiper,
Vision was narrow,yet
Enough to take off.
I love this rain.
For it's an experience
Only to feel
Only you learn.

Genius

           GRADES
A or B with a plus would do
free time,fun time,there was a time.
School bit boring as a kid,
Waited for college all I did.
Preface and referance,no preferance.
Study time,refer time,there is no time.
A or B or C or D
Multiple choice,As they say,
Choosing the right one bit a task.
A or B with a plus has blurred
P-A-S-S is something you should
Past or present ,don't know the tense,
I had always tension at hand.

DARE TO RACE?

Broader the path was I thought.
Shrinked as I passed through.
Enough is enough
I can't take it anymore,
told once before I went to bed,
Sleep to rise and shine wholeday.
         Everyday,I felt meanigless
         prayed,''no more look alike days''.
I ain't bad or ain't so wrong,
having 'just' a tough time,
I guess.
All alone I am,I got it fate!
but never ready to accept,
all for once.
          Helplessness is a pain,
          at heart.
          It kills me through,
          I have nothing better to do,
          oh dear fate!
          You wish me say.
I'am not the best or good
just the evamsomebody
In the crowd.
Lesser the hopes,least it hurts,
I know.
           Giving up is not my way,
           Better you shrink mister fate!
           Here I am ,back on the track
           Dare for a race with me fate?
           On the mark,Set ,Get,Go........

                      Waiting- long


All alone in the darkness
stood there waiting,
All alone I waited long.
Enough of beeps and
running waves.

Enjoyed once ,when it
touched the sea shore.
Hand-in-hand we
walked with the breeze.

Trailing the footmarks
was lost for once,
Carried by the waves
into the deep sea.

Tears were salty,
so was the sea.I
became the breeze
for the years passed.

Angels were in hurry
all the way.Finally
they detached the
wires of pain .No more
beeps and running waves.

Hand-in-hand we flew,
Soothing the lost love
on the shore.For that
all alone I waited long.

       GET IT RIGHT

Much was expected.I doubt
Is letting down too much?
I did let you down,but
You are the same always.

You did let me down,but
My whole life changed on that.
Lessons from life is fun infact,
Newton's third law,is what I got.

Time to replace equal with greater.
Equation in life is much complex,yet
Interest me the fact that
I go on with my tantrums
While you plan my future
With the best you got,
                That's what differs-
                 You and Me.

'SWITCHED' FRIENDS

 Was gifted to me oneday;
 said will be my friend for life.
 Happiness was spending time
 Talked to me about everything.

As years passed,
I was tired of my friend's 'talks'.
I neither had time to spend.
Bored with the ways,so rude
"Done with you" ,I said.

 Someone else caught my sight,
 Talked to me,not that's it,
 Wonders and colours caught my eyes
 In no time ,I became addicted.
 Mattered more my 'Switched ' friend.

I ruined my,'self' for it.
Years frittered away of a lifetime.
What's it got? I wondered.
Just few buttons and a screen.
Don't know,I made a friend or a foe.
Still there was my 'old friend' in the shelf,
dusty and weary ,waiting for me.

                        WE ALL LIVE 

August 11th of 2015,a Tuesday.Today when I pick up “technically” an old diary of 2014 to write “True From Me”,I noticed August 11th of 2014 was a Monday.Days cross each other as years passby.It should not be years,each moment that once took off becomes ‘the past’ or  a ‘just past’.

  We all live,under various circumstances.oh please Strike the sentence after the coma.It reads ‘We all Live’,that’s he fact and that matters .It’s always read and inspired to ‘forget the past and the worries of future,so to live the present’.I have a question.Can we actually do that?

Well,I think by the nature of what is considered natural,it is difficult.Not impossible-that’s the argument against,I know.Being honest and pretendive at the same time ,don’t go hand in hand.
I obviously think that it is better to leave behind an awful past if it is willing to leave you.You don’t have to hurt yourself by looking all the way back ,to get hurt.Still everyone demands you to stay rooted to the path of your growth,which definitely lies in  your past.Sounds ironical,even I couldn’t say “It is an universal truth acknowledged by all’’as in the intro of ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane austen.

Yah,yah,I should live the moment right?Right,but present couldn’t work all the time friends.I curse my present most of the time.For this present,I worked all the way back in the past?At one point or the other,some of you have given a shot at that.If you act like dead,right at the present,when are you going to ‘live the moment’?It’s not that present never brings you glee but It’s just that we all call it ‘live’ when the moment is blissful.Otherwise.we just look back to the better past and try to live  the memories of that joyful past or in the expected time,yet to come.

Question yourself,If you don’t have even a ray of hope about future,will you be alive now?Everyday we promise ourselves a better tomorrow.If not tomorrow, then a they after tomorrow.There can be crisis that will let you down infront of everyone you know,but no way you accept that with yourself.There is a Hero in you who believes to beatdown everything that tries to breakdown you. You often read stories,how years of patience brought success in lives of people and get motivated from inside.We admire such personalities,but never see the otherside,of the one’s who failed.After all why should I bring It here at the moment?-A zero size question.

‘LOOSER’, shouldn’t hurt self anymore with that word.Success  may come or not,they still waited battling all the odds for their day of success.They never let themselves down.Keeping alive a ‘ray of hope’ to the future deserves a sound applaud.The taunts,pitty,disgust,laughs,Yes,you got the catch,talking about the society.The society which tempted each day to ‘suicide’ the ‘moment to live’ and still you manage to make it through.Hear,for another rounds of clap.Courage is in the try worth making a future in proportion to the present we struggle for.They have it in them.

Sometimes it’s nice to be a dreamer like Miniver-chevy,Bravo to the one’s who make everything wonderful in the present which also becomes a past ‘one day’,Kuddos to the one’s hoping for a better tomorrow.We all belong to ‘somebody’ among these.If not,then all.why?
BECAUSE WE ALL LIVE.MOREOVER WE ALL WISH TO LIVE,AND THAT’S WHAT MATTERS.

       Flip It

The coin flipped and tossed,
I secured the outcome in my palm.
Dare you cheat to see it;
whatever,it has only two sides.

One is glooom,
Other is joice,
That's what life shows me.
Flip it,toss it,
same is the sides,sorry
It's either a head, or a tail.

It's ain't no maths,I knew;
Remember the probability theorem
yet couldn't apply,
I was weak in maths,I knew
conditions apply* to life as well.

Thrice came the gloomy side,
I tossed the coin to side
I knew it's still there
yet not dare to see.

Think it's time to pull up,
know what's this time,
Dare to see it,dare to face it
OH my 'mind' talks too much.
I don't mind to have a look.

Guess it's joice this time,
otherwise flip it till its right.
Life has two sides,
so does the coin.

One is glooom,
Other is joice,
That's what life shows me.
Flip it,toss it,
same is the sides,sorry.
It's either a head ,or a tail.

Cliche Dreamer

Once in a while always answered
Cliche the question was,
So was the answer.
But what was the question?
Bouncing back to childhood,
I found the question
What do you want to become,when you grew up!!


Answers changed from time to time,
Am sure few went on with cliche.
Time flew by,I too flew with my dreams .
I decided to check out the carriage was safe.
Oh,no! Then came the shock.
It was not my dreams ,but `somebody else's`.


I was devastated.
I took the pause,but time never did.
I looked back and forth,where to fly.
Sure my dreams changed,but never the destination.
I smiled at life ,but it laughed at me.
Inspiration took over the burden I carried.
I decided to fly forth and magic tapped my wings.
The wind was in my side and I felt light.

It's a better dream now I carry,I realize.
Now I knew  I have grown up
Cliche the question is,
How you know?
But striking the answer too,must say
It's not all upon dreams ,but on a hope to reach destination.

I was a dreamer then';
So am I now,
But not the cliche one.
I Am the one ,with the magic of Phoenix.

Colouring Life: ln RED & WHITE

I loved to colour from my childhood days.Colour what? A probable question. I think along with studying ABCD and letters of our mother tongue language, a colouring book also was an essential prop of kindergarten days.First came the cryons,then the pencil colour, water colour, fabric and so on. No one could ever forget the fine arts period till getting into matriculation. Even not so good at drawing, everyone made something out of the colour box.Colours came to our life much before language. Colours were always  excitement. Guess a bit nostalgic.
I was always fascinated about living a colourful life as in article form.Light and the magic of colours is an exception when it comes to physics.Mixing and invention of new colours could be left over to the well known painters. I always love to paint my life in Red and White.
Why??? Black and white, the classic like.Yes its wonderful, but when talk about colouring life, Its a painful combination. It took years and decades to bring down that racial biasis upon which death overtook colours.Life is not a chessboard to giveup everything for an ultimate victory.Time flew way ahead to move forward from the black and white ideals.
Who don't wait for the red and white combination in the calender among the boring weekdays?
Characters we meet in everyday life are not portrayed in black and white.Hey , life isn't a film or dailysoap , for its hero or heroine to be total devta or head to toe villain.Real humans are rounded in emotions and actions.Each one of us has a good conscious and also a stingy side to us. It is what dominates testify whether you are black or white. Great epics has portrayed the double sides of each character.Check for reason once again when you go through the roles of Ram,sita,duryodana or krishna.Even lords , in human form they were not plain.
Red always reminded of danger, warning on one side and tossing the other determined as the colour of love.sometimes both can coincide. Red and white balloons decorate much of the loved unions.Red and white remind me about Jesus Christ.Ever since he was portrayed ,these duo colours found different meanings.If the crucification was Red then the renunciation always remind me of white.If red is the colour of blood,it was his blood that was shed to save mankind. Isn't that a colour of sacrifice for eternal saving.
The redcross with a white BG and a red siren. Yes ,ambulance.why it always the sign of danger and shedding of tears.It becomes the ride to a life for many.Sun ,sets with a goodbye colour of red and it promises to rise next day, offering light in our lives.I must say Red and white is a much elegant combination of Joy. Christmas becomes incomplete without the touch of these colours.Even no one have seen Christmas papa, all are sure that he comes only in red and white combo.See how we are imprinted with imagination.
Like my imagination lately caught the colour of Red and White, I am sure each one of you has yours.I love different colours for different occasions but when it comes to life , I want the most vibrant combo, colours with real human emotions portrayed. I like to colour my life in Red and white, what's your favourite combo colour???

Reflecting back

 Ksrtc bus played an important role in my entire juggling between hostel and home.
Trains were the convention mode of travel for most of the distant travelled batchmates.
But here I am again, with the long trips, just a difference, now it was to university.Oh yeah,officers never loose their ego and arrogance,when it comes to requests of urgency. Back from the real bad luck, the back forth journey striked me with some never noticed details.
It rained to form droplets of water covering the entire front glass.The wiper was osculating as usual which I never gave importance as motion in physics till then. Driver could drive us through,as the wiper Cleared the sight.
I reflected on my life.It now clearly defines Shakespeare's quote;sorry I'am bad at quoting; " Life is a tale told by an idiot,full of sound and furry".
Perhaps I should have increased my sense before few entrances, otherwise I might have been a happy person who secured a dream come true admission in one of India's top 5 colleges. Sorry the 5 mentioned should be 'five',its not a negligible mistake in English writing. See I knew that too,but not enough to take down my dreams.
The fear of a mistake made at the selection of ug course itself haunts me.Seriously I'am confessing, may be tomorrow I won't agree to the same.But it was yet another truth that, I made those years tough for me, making myself a '" padippi" ,the one identity that was enforced on me.I tried hard to get out of that Genesis, but more I tried, my frnds pushed me back.Meanwhile I got some great frnds, to show gratitude, for taking the whole me as an important individual.
Efforts payoff, I foolishly started to believe on my capacity, but sorry it was not potential to develop constructively a thinking, critical mind.I was just goal oriented more specifically marks oriented, at least that's what my "cheering inspiration "thought of me .
Still I thought and taught myself " You know your abilities and restrictions; cheer up".
Won many awards unexpectedly,Yes it was from college of course,just one place where you are free to enjoy irrespective of life' s responsibilities. Many thought of me as a padippi , yeah mentioned earlier, but I did everything to become an all rounder. Took part with guts in everything I wanted to do,Taekwondo participation,NCC,learnt to ride a bike, all were too small to be in backyard of that "Padippi Image".Reflections feel great, it was all to get out of that image cocoon, but gave me some good memories, friends and self confidence.
Sometimes I wondered,why I never match with someone's beauty concepts! Three years of hostel life and tippy friends told me how to get ready , literally for everything. Just that still I didn' t want to get insulted or can say overtly under confident, ruled with superiority complex.We never think of how able we are to comment on somebody else's choice. We say beauty is not everything, but still stick to the point that he/she could have got someone better.How strange na!
Let me share an example, its just a twenty minute walk to church from my home.The  boys, men or a rally of bikers just don't pass by without a comment or gesture.I know it has nothing to do with " beauty" but strictly habitual.They think its cool.If we gave a stern look or a harsh comment back, they say " ayye, look at yourself".What does that mean! They can do anything that they think is cool and we are expected to keep calm.The same is the case with many girls at different occasions.
I too enjoyed my heart out, let me make it clear."They "forced me to accept the image they created for me.What can I do , I couldn' t accept it as I was not the one they thought of me.I was an above average student who feared to fail expectations, dreams, being different, going wrong and above all ,the one who happened to be the relatively big fish in a small pond of studies but nothing compared to even a river.By now it may be clear who are " they" and what's that " Image".
Somewhere I started give myself importance ignoring the big fishes in the sea.I thought to crack that one seat in that tiptop outer state colleges.Everything happened so soon,rejections flooded more than expectations and hopes.One can imagine what can that bring to a failure feared , self esteemed , so called " best outgoing student" awardee of a college.More than anything,I too did the same thing as everybody does.Oops don't get that high to something absurd.I "BLAMED",blamed my fate, parents for not allowing to waste money on more applications, blamed God for only he is the one who takes blames without complaints. Ohh really I was mad.I thought I won' t make a life if I won' t get into any of my dream colleges.
It is true that too much hopes breaks us when we don't make it.We have the other option always to look forward in a positive direction. Now I applied to one of kerala's university and hope to get an admission . Whatever happens in life it all has something hidden.A month back I was a totally distressed girl as I lost my world itself. A while I thought of the possibilities life could ofter me at the new place.It was wonderful.Oh God, I really never noticed.The same was with me when I begin to write and mentioned about the details we miss in our life, the oscilating wiper and the yellow street lights like pathmakers for the vehicles. I can now relate to what Iam and need not prove it to anybody with an understrike and capitals "ANYBODY".I am answerable but just to my family if its concetning my life, decisions and choices as long as it won't turn a harm to society.
As those droplets covered the frontglass , I thought myself " its just like your mind , blurred to find answers, but God wipes all your doubts and clear a side ,through which you can see forward, drive forward safely.For those who are atheist, some positiveness from innerness which I call God.Rain isn't bad, so are those droplets. Burdens of failure purify our mind from pride and makes us strong enough to" face it" the next time.I turned out more positive after the trip. It gave me some worthy time to see that positive side. If not why I left a job I got, why I was rejected each time , why it happens only with me???Told you,won many awards unexpectedly, so its fair to lose some expected!!I guess.
Even I have no answers , I think some questions should remain unanswered to experience the excitement that future putforth.
I' am ready , are you?