The soulmate...

Mates don't meet all that often,
Souls don't interact unless otherwise spiritual,
Eternity does not strike a chord for affinity,
Innocence remains too far to seem close to reality,
Trust and faith would oppose existence of an identity,
Self-assertion replaces conviction disturbing stability,
Full of conspiracy and selfish conjunction for desires of longetivity,
Unless soulmates happen!

It's all very easy and pre-defined to develop a liking,
Difficult is to accept and confess the adorance,
It's simple to fall in love but most likely a difficulty to confess commitment,
Words or simply the lack of it might truly be the reason,
Nither a language nor a song will bring the unsaid to said,
A customized conspiracy shalt not awaken the hearts,
Demon within glistening the evil of thoughts,
Unless soulmates happen!

Promises are made to be broken,
Silence maintained as a self-righteous token,
The brunt of jealousy shalt ruin all the fun,
Apathic virtues and selfish wisdom barrier the happiness,
The traces of estrangeship flagged on every heart,
The grass on the other side would always appear in blossom,
Victory and triumph are the emotions so rotten,
Unless soulmates happen!

Stressing the words to prove a point,
Seperation and distress is most likely outcome,
Wounded souls hurt and pessimistic,
The nebula shadowed by the nebulous nigh,
Glutton's greed for more of rustic gallore,
The blue sky- seemless yet seeming not enough,
The rise and fall is all that fate seems,
Unless soulmates happen!

The sun and the moon play the game of mates,
Commoners fail a notice of the two souls playing hide and seek,
The night falls and the ego alarmingly wakens the sun's pride,
The subtle beauty de la lune sure gets blotted with the spots,
The two spend the night crossing guns,
As the night proceeds to dawn;their laughter fills the air around,
The fluttering lashes of the shy moon bid the smiling sun for a bright day ahead,
Unless we identify....the soulmates happen to dampen the worldly spirits!

Green emeralds,
Blue saphires,
Lusty desires and moutaining ambitions,
Shine,rise and blossom only till the beauty of black exists,
The grays in temprament,The blues in time and desserted tides,
Allure us to be the destination,
Until soulmates happen!

Friends in smiles away by miles,
Distances near stretched so far,
Lone world would always seem apart,
Past would be grim,
Future would be a relief of sigh,
Nights would bring in only the dark,
Soulmates happen in the midst of heat and sun,
On a bloomy night with a distressed instinct,
Blowing away all the charred emotions,
That's when soulmates happen!


Soulmates share the joy of togetherness,
The symbiosis of two distinct worlds,
The urge to shed a tear and wipe it too,
The desire to admit,accept,confess and commit,
Soulmates win and lose only to themselves,
Selflessness and art of giving virtue,
That's the magic of mates once they happen!

TFC!

The Spring & the Sun!

"The flowering cactus.....the renaissance of Baroque basking in Sun in the wonderful journey called life...."

The renaissance of the Baroque signifies renewal , change , modification , rejuvenation of the ugliest , unattractive , massive , unartistic ,dumb and thorny"cactus" in the company of the ever smiling,charming , suave ,witty ,lovable yet naughty Sun in this journey of life which is so fulfilling at every rise and every dusk.The Sun has inspired and initiated a string of events and coloured the life into a rainbow....the rainbow that does not need the rains to pour or the clouds to thunder.

The blog of the cactus also has undergone a similar change...a long awaited make-over! All thanks to the niceties of the Sun....here's an era of fulfillment and aspirations.The new look of the blog is just a replica of the true state of the cactus...happy and contented. Orange and blue adorning the exact vibrance and exquisiteness to the blog depicting the play of colour in the dull and thorny life of the cactus.The Sun looks it's best when a little orange and spreads its virtue of giving when surrounded by the blue...dispersing the sadness , hardships and wild life of the cactus.

The spring has finally dawned in the life of cactus.This summer like the rest of photosynthetics Cactus will experience the blossom.For a change the thorns will smoothen and yield a flowerly off-spring.

The cactus is here to gain...as procastinated earlier 2008 is her year...a year she would want to mark the renaissance...the contentment and yes the undying source of strength in the Sun!

Cheers to the Spring & the Golden Sun!

TFC

let it be mine....and mine alone

Like my blogs,extensions of me ; my poems have also been less frequent these days.So,here's something that I had written for someone special who perhaps was 950 air miles away physically but yet so close to my mind that I could feel the pain,disgust and the anxiety which comes along when one feels exceptionally lonely.This one's for you:))

Let it be mine...........
At times when you walk in crowds,
Yet feel utmostly lone,
The touch,little known and predictible which will offer you a cluster,
Praying for it to be mine.


Walking in the woods,away from the shadows though,
On the roads that seem never to swirl at an end,
Be it alone in your thoughts,but a word of solace shall tranquilize you,
Allow it to be mine.


As lost as you might be in the midst of your routine,
The hammering sounds building rhthym around,
Let even a miragious notion unwrap be the calls of your heart,
Grant a chance to allow that mirage to be mine.


Bewildered you might be to your thoughts that you certify to be insane,
Ripples of waves fluttering your brain,
Discard them tells your consciousness,
If you let them be heard by ears,offer a lease to let them be mine!


Descending paths from destination are always tiresome,
A warm shell where you could ascend your apprehensions,
And,comfort your unhealth and desperation,
Let that warmness of home you seek be mine.


Greener grass on the other side of the world,
Often might allure,depriving you of the pleasures that you own,
A put up smile and a tear on your cheek may roll down in pain or sorrow,
A smiling strength be your way,
Let it be mine.


As quiet and shy you might be,
Be as judgemental as the world be of you,
And then you search for a pampering cuddle through your hair,
You would look for a love filled look wanting you more than before,
Let those eyes be mine.


In a dark and scary night,
Circles of disbelief might dawn upon you,
Unrest and disgust might draw closer to you,
You wish to hide yourself away,
A galaxy of stars be gifted to you,let those gifting hands be mine!

TFC

if i were asked...and be it the last thing to be asked...

if i was asked if i was alive,
i would search for your breath,
so that i could respire in the most pure way.


if i was asked why i was alive,
i would serach for your eyes,
to enliven my vision and define my sole reason to stay alive.


if i was asked to mention my desire to live,
i would search for your hands, your arms,
to hold on to me, to assure me that i must not ponder for any other reason for a desire as long as i live.


if i was asked to see the last day and last light of my life,
i would search for the wonderful heart of urs,
to be the first and only thing to be seen before i get blinded with unfolded facts of life.


if someone asked me my last wish before i disappeared,
i would search long for u r touch,
the touch that i would want to experience in the other half of my death.


and if i was asked a reason to hold on to life,
i would this time not search, not think at all,
would i really need a better reason to live other than being wanted by u?


if i were asked........(and if it be the last thing to be asked and answered)
to be able to live, see, breathe and experience immortality after the thorns wither for winter,
i would shut my eyes with a wordless thought that as long as you are,
i m and so are we.......will be reborn everytime you breathe, you feel and see!

the narcissus

Well, finally managed to find time for retrospection after a long schedule of exasperationg exams,to sum up how the exams were, they were best suited for experimentation on guinea pigs like me!

Anyway, i had a comment from a friend about my valentines day blog,the reader said that though the blog was interesting enough there was a certain element of patheos in it, rather a bit of sarcasm so this blog is to give another perspective on it.

I am wondering that some readers do think and make a dud like me commence thinking.

The love word is more a mystery and myth as of now, so cant really comment on that.but, i can still say that its a great feeling and blessing in disguise to people who meet their soulmates, unlike the writer who's still a naivaite and a lot of nebula shall surface the nebulous nigh the space between my meso brain and cardiac output centre. this calls for a round of contemplation from a "novice" like this ninny (writer of the blog).It is the dilemma and clogging in my brain that may have appeared as sarcasm or apprehension,but truely thats due to lack of prothrombin.with time, i will supplement my clogs with a complimentary dosage of it.

Personally, i m still in the stage of to be or not to be, unless some "nixie" motivates a "narcissus"
(i can only say that its a spring flower, the name of that great persona is hidden behind the jargonous word), coming back to the "narcissus", if i m the flowering cactus then i believe that i have a suitable match. So,dear friend, its not that i m thinking pessimistically about v day or love,its just that i m not yet there, so its a procedural phase.with well wishers like u, i m pretty sure that the flowering cactus shall blossom soon.Hey, hey, that does not state that i m going to be less ruthless in my practical approach!

By the way, i think my friend must have been mesmerized and would be on the threshold of an asylum.So pray, that he does not read this blog at all!!!!

TFC

St Valentine turns deaf!

caution: saint valentine just turned deaf!

que de bruit! eh bien!

Bombay must have been renamed as the "noisebay"! honking horns, traffic jams,jungled cross junctions, that too on a valentines day!people might find this absurd, but being a true bombaite, i feel sympathetic towards the perseverance and patience this city has shown towards "us"in all these highly turbulence generating and provoking situations that "we" have caused.

i might sound too dry and unromantic when i plead to love bombay and cherish a dream to make it into a place that it was a few decades ago; that too on a 'v'day.

But, this year for the first time i felt that the time should stop in a "freeze".A journey to the town side and i just could not bring myselves to believe (strange belief?) that valentines day is merely a myth and a good way for the taxi drivers to churn money out of useless buggers like this blogger.i must have victimized my date for all the pain of taxi payables, but then i blessed the angel in disguise (for the first time) for being so patient and empathetic.

i do not know, how many amongst the guys who ever dare to read this blog had an interesting date on this 14th, but i sure bagged one! A few months ago i was discussing the syndrome of date and dating people with my archi friends (now open for any placement, so rush and click on various links related to single archi gals!).To most dating seemed to be a mere way of enjoying life before marriage, and which means that it is mandatory that they intend to marry someone else and this is only a good entertainment after a drab and draining day at office.

Strangely, we ended up arguing and debating on our perspections about guys and "relationships" with them.i never believe in a passing phase kind of a relationship, to me any equation which i share with near and dear ones is special and unique in its own right.

Anyway, coming back to my date, it could be a disappointment for all those who believe in candle lights, champagne and ballroom dancing.Wierdly, both of us, were introverts before we met and lost track of direction and time for once that we started talking. We planned to go for a cafe but ended up watching the polluted waters of arabian sea on a wide scoped sky line.

ding, ding, ding!!!, we did talk about romance and poetry ( i hope my date was deaf to bare me singing or reciting a dud poem which i stole from someone,:))) never mind, as long as he was appreciating me for all stupid things that i was doing, who cares!

People often connect at some interesting convergences and then they start talking sense or rather they share congruency of sensibilities.

Sadly, my date didnt know that i am a little deaf, so when he expressed that he likes me, i thought he said thanks,just out of no where! god! i was hoping to get killed!

It was really a kodak moment as i barely could hide my insanity! But, i must have done something good someday and he actually ignored my flexible listening. The interesting part was the journey from marine drive to sion, it took an hour or so to get us there!

Damn, in some other times of the year i would have blessed the traffic systems in bombay but my date was ready to bear me an inch ahead and kept repeating :"i wish the traffic takes longer than an hour, the later the better".God bless him for that and at the same time, i must say that he is really too strong to have said that!
While we were praying very optimistically, saint valentine almost turned a deaf ear to us!

Can u imagine that unusaually so, we hit sion at about 9.15 pm! And, what more could not even reach a glance to each other{(: }thanks to the fear of speculation from his friends.At times, friends pose such a fatal, dont they? :=)]

God save my date and offer me another chance to listen better!

TFC

a phase that began only to turn to phase 2:

lasting invoices merely can be ignored,
refreshing voices always get a smile that cant be ignored,
surprisingly, a lot of thought is drained when you spend time bothering yourself about the substance of soul in the voice,
miles away brings nearness that shall be a desirable price of a symptomless diagnosis,
playing with thoughts,
wining over them only to remember the cause and accept a joyous defeat,
advisories relentlessly pestering you to get yourself checked for diabeties if not anything else,
diabetics crave for sweet things,
but what would a syndrome prognosed with affiliation for bitter appetizers be?,
flattery subsided on plate with no room for a single bite,
yet you make a hit at 5 minutes target to hang up a call and end up not surrendering to the protocol even after 2 hours!!

mysterious species of adam and eve wander all over the world,
with the enduring supplementation of st.cupid,
alluring every one but still keeps someone unaffected,and one fine day ,
just to realize that the iceberg has been hit,
the partners in crime:the iceberg hit and the hitter!
the advisors almost give up!

unknown symptoms with bewildering congruences keep you and your allied in harmony though,
it dawns on you that it is beyond the diagnosis of advisory,
it is relentlessly vexing for the advisor to have lacked knowledge of case histories in the field to prognose,diabetics barely contemplated the consulatant too,a seemingly unknown mystery,
but beyond the prognosed contemplation of words and prescriptions!!!!!

it is relentlessly vexing for the advisor to have lacked knowledge of case histories in the field to prognose,
the advisory left with words of no sane wisdom and weiss,
this is the route to the spring,the remedy and cure is in it within,a cause so pure,a reason so claire,
even the advisories flash a blaire,
to succumb to the depth of love,to rise a fall of love!

TFC

All the way the little Orange-"chotasa santle"

ORANGE====>organizing-realizing-analyzing-negotiating-to a great- extent ;rarest of the times do i opt for an "orange",no personal apprehensions about the colour or the fruit but may be just a matter of heriditory choice (blue being the common favourite of me and my dad)!!

but,its really astonishing that for the first time i m using the colour to write.well,there are always beginnings to great things, hopefully, this is one such commencement that shall make my mother happy too.she feels i m a little too dry for my age in terms of colours that i wear and adore otherwise.


pray, mom your expectations of me to become a little coquette with the moving times prove true!!! orange as they say is the colour of friendship, enthusiasm, culture and commitment.in a way i am full of such emotions today,have great friends around me,enthusiastic about my work ,cultured to agree the previous two criterions and "committed " to myself so that i can strive hard to achieve my goals without grumbling about struggles.but,but,but...........thats not the real reason why i chose "orange" as the colour of the day for my blog!!


the people who happen to browse through this blog might wonder why would someone write in orange?
obviously,its onset of the blossoming season for the cactus!!! and a tribute to the guy who talks of so many "dont knows" and yet is so unsure if he really is unaware of those dont knows!!!!!!!

TFC

i know that...

(at times i see so many people with conviction and determination that its almost unbelievable!!there are so many women who hold on their life for a moment,so many men who wait till they get back their lost moments,,,,,,until their loved one returns to worldly paradise and life.this is a commitment note of such a person who waits for his better half to resume to normal,waiting patiently at the bedside.)

i know u cant walk,
i know u will probably never walk again,
but , does it mean i have to stop walking with u?


last night u were sleepless,
you would be lightless for the rest of your mornings,
should that stop me from foreseeing dangers for you?


long days,crawlling nights may be for u,
but who says that i would want you can do that without me?


i agree that there is a longlist of wishes u want to make,
a long set of aspirations to fufill,
so what if u have to breathe them to reality through an artificial vent,
you can still keep your emotions in vent,
as long as you are,you will keep all your messages sent!!!!


as long as.....as long as i can hold on,
i will never let even a single spectra of miracle unturned,
to help u see the life as it was, when u return!


this is my belief,a belief that makes me be,
a strength that helps u feel alive,
a hope that keeps u r heart beat...
your life in silence too is like a treat.....
as i can still hear u loud and neat!!!!!!

The strcuk sound of your heart,the tear in your eye,
the grey in your hair,the dryness of your lips,
the want in your still hands,
I can still feel the pain you do,
For you do what I can't,
You ,can glisten my thoughts with your existence,the way no one can and nobody will!

TFC

Lost in love...phase 1

lost in love,
rouse in love,
my words might appear a cryptic trouve,
words thy lost,love thy got,
restless the ponder,
kept me to wonder!

lost in love,
rouse in love,
a vision i chose,
to disclose to someone close,
eyes wide open,
brain on the right track and train,
a scenario rarity,
should it be love i asked my advisory?
well, unknown symptoms,so unknown the diagnosis!

lost in love, rouse in love........depth to the thought,
so very rarely cought,
contemplation with words,
words though contemplating for words,
defining and redefining,
a miaraculous encoding,
of lost in love and rousing doves!

state of "we" to be sufficed by "me",
a strange ploy,
of destiny and testimony,
dilemmatic vexation of set of questionnaires,
ready to shoot from a new root,
love thy games de mots,
love thy mind de knots!

lost in love, rouse in love,
c'est ne trouve pas?si,si,si............combinations numerous,
but one answer victorious, and a realization anonymous!

TFC

thy monsieur qui m'appelle "her highness"

On one of the rare ocassions, i met a guy who was intelligent and yet modest, honest yet not proud,critical but not cynical!


Wow! gals don't go flat after reading these attributes, it seems tempting to know such an interesting person and i had the pleasure of knowing him.


Inspite of being good enough, he would always appreciate me for my work and poems.and who says that girls don't like to listen to praises? But, he is not somebody who would fall flat with his flattering tactics and flirting, he is too sophisticated for such a flossy behaviour.


Be it art, literature, architecture, science, movies, fiction and logics, he knows it all.


Respite of all this its really amazing when he calls me "her highness"!!!!!!!!!i


I wonder if that made princess D feel proud and important, but makes me feel good for sure.Its not that we don't share differences, for instance if he likes orange, i like blue!!!!( so the title colour is dedicated to him).


By the way, its surprising too since we have not met,yet there exists a compatibility in terms of practical approach towards life and in general.


One needs to explore "pseudo" facts about each other while knowing and understanding each other, but this becomes invalid the moment people connect at same velocity, and wavelength of thoughts, intellect (intellect and me is rare, but he gets down to where i stand and makes me feel comfortable) , approach and inclinations.this guy who calls me her highness is worth a meet and i have spent hours arguing with myself (while traveling) and contemplated all options and alternatives persuading me from within to make it up for a date! the results of this vexating cushion of questions on a weird row with brain storming were disappointing!!!!!!!!!!!!!


A mere 9.5/10 to optimistic meeting........seems not such a bad option after all.......to meet the guy who calls me "her highness".hoping a day to dawn, when "c" programming can finally be discussed with "retrofit and repair (RR) solutions"in conjuction!!!!!!


TFC