around thy waist my hands wound,
walk us down the sands, together.
hands crossed,shoulders clubbed,
in the waves we stand, together.
thoughts shared, waves counted,
the castle of dreams built, together.
played in the sand like kids and
marks made in the shore,together.
the sunset seen, the warmth felt,
smiled and winked at it, together.
with the darkness encircling,
the world drew closer and closer
the sea, the shore and then
within us the world confined.
in my hands you stood dreaming,
and i whispered in your ears...
with a heavy and aching heart
sweet heart, we are to part now.
-the credit of the caption goes to two people, to Sharika, my junior at school, for igniting my mind to find out a caption, and to Ambili, for modifying that caption to the present one. and finally i have broken the jinx, and finally i did write something that made me feel good. hope it does the same with you, your comments on this would really really be appreciated.
10
ജീവിതം
ഇന്നലെയുടെ ഓർമ്മകൾ ഇല്ലാതെ,
ഇന്നിന്റെ നോവുകൾ ഇല്ലാതെ ,
നാളെയുടെ പ്രതീക്ഷകൾ ഇല്ലാതെ,
ആർക്കോ വേണ്ടി എന്തിനോ വേണ്ടി ...
മരണത്തിനെ ഭയമില്ലെനിക്ക്,
എങ്കിലും ഇല്ല ഞാൻ;
എല്ലാം എറിഞ്ഞു ഉടയ്ക്കുവാൻ,
പരാജയപ്പെടുവാൻ...
ഹ! ജീവിതമേ നിനക്കു സ്തുതി..
ഇന്നിന്റെ നോവുകൾ ഇല്ലാതെ ,
നാളെയുടെ പ്രതീക്ഷകൾ ഇല്ലാതെ,
ആർക്കോ വേണ്ടി എന്തിനോ വേണ്ടി ...
മരണത്തിനെ ഭയമില്ലെനിക്ക്,
എങ്കിലും ഇല്ല ഞാൻ;
എല്ലാം എറിഞ്ഞു ഉടയ്ക്കുവാൻ,
പരാജയപ്പെടുവാൻ...
ഹ! ജീവിതമേ നിനക്കു സ്തുതി..
Posted by
Shravan Raghunath
Friendship
-Lakshmi Venkateswaran(This Poem is on friendship, her favourite topic.) has the poetic craft with her.Give her a theme and you gain a poem.she is the one who always inspired me to write, showering on my blog with positive comments. Thank you Lakshmi, for accepting my invitation and responding to it on the same day. Visit her Blog here.
A relationship so pious and rare
A special bond one can share
Not related by blood yet they help you through
When turmoils and obstacles find their way to you.
This relationship is a prized treasure
No gold or diamond can equal its measure
God sent angels we call them friends
With them around we forget the bends.
So dears, value this precious gift
And never let it go adrift
For once lost you can never gain
Filling the heart eternally with pain.
Yet never feel the need to keep a pact
For friends seek not regular contact
Feel the friendship blossom from the heart
And rest assured good friends never go apart.
A relationship so pious and rare
A special bond one can share
Not related by blood yet they help you through
When turmoils and obstacles find their way to you.
This relationship is a prized treasure
No gold or diamond can equal its measure
God sent angels we call them friends
With them around we forget the bends.
So dears, value this precious gift
And never let it go adrift
For once lost you can never gain
Filling the heart eternally with pain.
Yet never feel the need to keep a pact
For friends seek not regular contact
Feel the friendship blossom from the heart
And rest assured good friends never go apart.
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Shravan Raghunath
Let She Be Free
Let She Be Free
- Rahul Athilat, is my classmate, a football addict, he loves to write and he does write well, but he is not to blogging
let me do, what i need,
let me be unlamented,
prithee let me do,
deny me not,
for what i can do,
though you deny me,
i will be crucified
for that fact that
i am equal all men,
and you deny me not
for what i do-
let me be preserved
for i am chaste
that, even you kill me
i deserve it not
for i equal you
none put me on the -
adequate justice for;
what men do
that you dont deny me
let she be free...
- Rahul Athilat, is my classmate, a football addict, he loves to write and he does write well, but he is not to blogging
let me do, what i need,
let me be unlamented,
prithee let me do,
deny me not,
for what i can do,
though you deny me,
i will be crucified
for that fact that
i am equal all men,
and you deny me not
for what i do-
let me be preserved
for i am chaste
that, even you kill me
i deserve it not
for i equal you
none put me on the -
adequate justice for;
what men do
that you dont deny me
let she be free...
Posted by
Shravan Raghunath
പ്രണയം...
അവള് പറഞ്ഞു,
ഇഷ്ടമാണെനിക്ക് നിന്നെ, നിന്റെ ചിന്തകളെ, ഇഷ്ടമാണെനിക്ക് നിന്നെലെ എല്ലാം.. ഇന്നു വേര്പിരിയുന്നുവെങ്കിലും ഓര്ക്കും ഞാന് നിന്നെ എന്നും.
അവന് പറഞ്ഞു,
ഇഷ്ടമാണെനിക്ക് നിന്റെ ശരീരത്തെ, നിന്റെ ശരീരത്തിനു ഉടയാത്ത സൌന്ദര്യം ഉള്ളിടത്തൊള്ളാം കാലം, പ്രണയമാണെനിക്ക് നിന്നോട്. കണ്ടില്ല ഞാന് ഒന്നും നിന്നില്, എന്റേടാകുവാന്, നിന്റെ ശരീരം അല്ലാതെ മറ്റൊന്നും.
ഇഷ്ടമാണെനിക്ക് നിന്നെ, നിന്റെ ചിന്തകളെ, ഇഷ്ടമാണെനിക്ക് നിന്നെലെ എല്ലാം.. ഇന്നു വേര്പിരിയുന്നുവെങ്കിലും ഓര്ക്കും ഞാന് നിന്നെ എന്നും.
അവന് പറഞ്ഞു,
ഇഷ്ടമാണെനിക്ക് നിന്റെ ശരീരത്തെ, നിന്റെ ശരീരത്തിനു ഉടയാത്ത സൌന്ദര്യം ഉള്ളിടത്തൊള്ളാം കാലം, പ്രണയമാണെനിക്ക് നിന്നോട്. കണ്ടില്ല ഞാന് ഒന്നും നിന്നില്, എന്റേടാകുവാന്, നിന്റെ ശരീരം അല്ലാതെ മറ്റൊന്നും.
Posted by
Shravan Raghunath
EPHEMERAL ETERNITY
EPHEMERAL ETERNITY
-the author Jinju S is a budding, but not frequent blogger. I love her poems, and she is blessed with the craft. read her blog here.
Forever was meant
To flow on infinitely,
Like a million stars that sigh
On a lonely night,
Like the blue of a summer sky.
Forever was to be endless
As the serene splendour
Of a calm ocean-
Aeons lapping against
The shores of Eternity.
Forever was to go on and on
For miles and miles,
As far as the eye can see,
Like the golden sands of a blazing desert,
A never-ending expanse.
Forever was to fill up
Galaxies, histories, centuries-
And also our entire lives;
In short, forever was forever,
Or so I thought.
“Wrong!” Life cried in mocking glee,
Shaking his wizened locks,
“Forever is but a broken view
From round a corner,
An illusive stretch that lasts
Until the next corner.”
With bated breath, I neared
The approaching bend in the road,
And indeed, beyond it I saw-
A DEAD END.
-the author Jinju S is a budding, but not frequent blogger. I love her poems, and she is blessed with the craft. read her blog here.
Forever was meant
To flow on infinitely,
Like a million stars that sigh
On a lonely night,
Like the blue of a summer sky.
Forever was to be endless
As the serene splendour
Of a calm ocean-
Aeons lapping against
The shores of Eternity.
Forever was to go on and on
For miles and miles,
As far as the eye can see,
Like the golden sands of a blazing desert,
A never-ending expanse.
Forever was to fill up
Galaxies, histories, centuries-
And also our entire lives;
In short, forever was forever,
Or so I thought.
“Wrong!” Life cried in mocking glee,
Shaking his wizened locks,
“Forever is but a broken view
From round a corner,
An illusive stretch that lasts
Until the next corner.”
With bated breath, I neared
The approaching bend in the road,
And indeed, beyond it I saw-
A DEAD END.
Posted by
Shravan Raghunath
Trusting That Which Is Yet To Come..
Trusting That Which Is Yet To Come..
-the author, Ayesha Parveen, is a awesome blogger, who i came to meet after i started blogging.she has been a source of inspiration for me. i love reading your blog ayesha. Ayesha's blog is here. God and eternity are her favourite topics. she writes well on day -to- day life's happenings.
Now that Shravan has asked me to write, I am going to write what I have learnt when faced with uncertainties and doubts about what tomorrow, or even the next moment, can bring for us.
As we look at life, individual or collective, we see a continuous pattern of change. This happens because the nature of earthly life is such. If we observe society, we see that many changes have come, for better or worse. A glance at our photographs from childhood, prove how much our bodies have undergone changes.
Since change is inevitable on earth, we know that tomorrow will be somewhat, or in some cases even drastically, different from today. So, why is it that most of us are fearful of what might come with tomorrow? Why are we, generally-speaking, afraid of the unknown?
Even a casual observer of life can see that there is a Mastermind behind this pattern of change who usually keeps the future hidden from us. Should we not trust that great Plan-Maker and thus trust in that which is yet to come?
Trust proves love and love brings about miracles. If we can trust the unknown, we are saying we trust God who determines the future. At the least, peace of mind is guaranteed for the present. And, at the most? The rewards are infinite and how they manifest in the future varies from person to person.
-the author, Ayesha Parveen, is a awesome blogger, who i came to meet after i started blogging.she has been a source of inspiration for me. i love reading your blog ayesha. Ayesha's blog is here. God and eternity are her favourite topics. she writes well on day -to- day life's happenings.
Now that Shravan has asked me to write, I am going to write what I have learnt when faced with uncertainties and doubts about what tomorrow, or even the next moment, can bring for us.
As we look at life, individual or collective, we see a continuous pattern of change. This happens because the nature of earthly life is such. If we observe society, we see that many changes have come, for better or worse. A glance at our photographs from childhood, prove how much our bodies have undergone changes.
Since change is inevitable on earth, we know that tomorrow will be somewhat, or in some cases even drastically, different from today. So, why is it that most of us are fearful of what might come with tomorrow? Why are we, generally-speaking, afraid of the unknown?
Even a casual observer of life can see that there is a Mastermind behind this pattern of change who usually keeps the future hidden from us. Should we not trust that great Plan-Maker and thus trust in that which is yet to come?
Trust proves love and love brings about miracles. If we can trust the unknown, we are saying we trust God who determines the future. At the least, peace of mind is guaranteed for the present. And, at the most? The rewards are infinite and how they manifest in the future varies from person to person.
Posted by
Shravan Raghunath
Hopefully I Live...
I am just trying to write another poem, where i am not the speaker and she is.
Know I, he is not mine.
yet cant accept the reality
Divine, i would term the relation i have
yet i fear if it ends up well.
To accept the fact is what i try,
but in vein, and i merely fail.
All his love shared and possessed by her
and still i desire to have them
Deep in my heart, i envy her
her, who entered his life at first
yet i manage not to curse
for i know, i love him.
Down the pavement i walk as usual,
visualising him, holding my hand in his.
Hell did bless and i found him walking.
I found him walking not alone, but with her.
happily and hastily they walked,
hand in hand, chatting and laughing..
Emotionless i go the way forward.
My view scattered by my tears
yet hopeful in life i am and hopeful i remain.
He is not mine in this life,
nor can i have him in this life.
But in the next life, i will have him for my own.
Know I, he is not mine.
yet cant accept the reality
Divine, i would term the relation i have
yet i fear if it ends up well.
To accept the fact is what i try,
but in vein, and i merely fail.
All his love shared and possessed by her
and still i desire to have them
Deep in my heart, i envy her
her, who entered his life at first
yet i manage not to curse
for i know, i love him.
Down the pavement i walk as usual,
visualising him, holding my hand in his.
Hell did bless and i found him walking.
I found him walking not alone, but with her.
happily and hastily they walked,
hand in hand, chatting and laughing..
Emotionless i go the way forward.
My view scattered by my tears
yet hopeful in life i am and hopeful i remain.
He is not mine in this life,
nor can i have him in this life.
But in the next life, i will have him for my own.
Posted by
Shravan Raghunath
The Mind
Unpredictable and distorted it is,
Turbulent and violent at times.
Simple and calm often, yet thoughtful.
Uncontrolled and reactive at times,
Lost at times, Hopeful at times..
Overwhelmed and emotional at times,
The Mind it is, capricious it is.
the abode of faculty of reason it is,
and yet uncontrolled by me it is.
the Obnoxious Mind it is !!
Turbulent and violent at times.
Simple and calm often, yet thoughtful.
Uncontrolled and reactive at times,
Lost at times, Hopeful at times..
Overwhelmed and emotional at times,
The Mind it is, capricious it is.
the abode of faculty of reason it is,
and yet uncontrolled by me it is.
the Obnoxious Mind it is !!
Posted by
Shravan Raghunath
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