Emotions & Emoticons


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A World A-part

Confused?..no…Its not confusion…Probably some sort of an apprehension…wait…not that either…Its something else…Is it plain fear…blah!!..but why should I be scared ?…if its none of the above then…what in the world is it?…I am not sure and am also sure that many of us are not…

There are days when you just get up feeling scared or lost or drowned with a severe state of empathy…Today is such a day…and trust me I don’t know what I am writing either…so..if you are still reading this…gracious!!!…please pardon me for saying that you are also in the same league as I am…

Pleasure meeting you mate….

………..ok…OFF I go…another day getting through with a self made and self imposed block…





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Bye Bye Birdie!!!

It will even put a Phoenix to shame if I compare my blog revivals. It has been a constant practice since few years. One fine day I would wake up and feel guilty about not writing anything. And a vicious cycle starts off…I would reset my password…login to “word press”..go through my blog page…wonder how it will look like…think of a miracle where more than “x” number of people would have liked or commented on my page…only to face the truth that none visited the page when I was out. So everything changes and I am in full vigor to write something. Something similar to a bowl filled to the brim..All sort of ideas which I think are great. I will make up a plan and plan on planning it as a better plan and so goes the plan…well…2 more poems or few articles (rather notes…)…and everything dies down or I get bogged down by my daily commitments…only to be reminded some other day to wake up and write…

So…much like old times sake…its time to bid bye bye to the burning bird…am back…and this time I sure plan to stay here for long…

see you around cronies…

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Poem – I am not a poet

I am not a poet, cannot word my thoughts

words fly off my mind, a few do block

Thoughts do creep out, to an empty mind

flower n flourish, they do fly real glad


I am not a poet, my thoughts never bloom

dreams do come and go, but seldom stay

wishes much alike, do become dreams

a plan made, kept safe only to be lost


I am not a poet, my words are not alive

thoughts, dreams and wishes, all around

a lost mind, a real wanderer of a soul

hunting around, never stops but dead


I am not a poet, a wish I was

A word a day, or just a thought

A mind eager, grim with dreams

what I lost is the will to write.

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Back from Slumber

Took a break..a break from everything..or thats what I had thought to do…the first few days were amazing…no blogging..no writing…no deadlines..just…spend time on social media sites when ever I have some time to spare…

Quick checks and glances on whatsapp and hours together on facebook…eehee..was fun..got many of my old buddies back..but lost one…ME

Let me see how addicted I am to the social network…have kept aside all my accounts and have polished up my will to stay away from them…

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Suppressed..Why do we do it ???

It was always said to me that “Its up to me to decide about how people are going to treat me”… I am not sure how valid this argument is.. the situation which I am in and also the impact of being in this side of the world… I feel that the surroundings have a striking impact on how a person is treated or how he / she is made to feel.. most of the times, a person starting from their childhood all through their adulthood and sometimes creeping into their old age.. a person is suppressed and made to feel that they are inferior to everyone around.. I have personally seen the pain which a person goes through…and what impact it can have on them.. The person is very close to me and hails from a very good family in the southern tip of our great country…they were well off and used to live an aristocratic life.. all the guys in the family were sent off for their education and so did few girls if they were not off the house married.. I am not sure how much we can crush a persons soul but this is a living example of many people in our custom.. its not a male dominated society but a society where females lead and encourage males to lead them.. As sick as it might sound.. I feel angry and upset when this happens.. but feeling frustrated is not a solution to anything and so is not speaking out.. The talent hidden in these people is the only thing which can revive them irrespective of their age and gender.. If we succeed in reviving their talent and pull them out of this blockade.. I feel they will be extra-ordinary compared to those who have suppressed their development…

I am out to do this for a very close and special person in my life…wish me luck..