poem of gratitude

Thanks thee for the shoulders
Its harder to express
How it feels when leg fails

I distinguished which is worth for
And which I can spare it in air
Thank thee for compassionate lessons

If all hope dissolve too
There is always one  extended arm
Who reappears in bad times
With the same tear mixed smile.

Thanks my friend subha for your limitless compassion inspite of taking my temper at times.Had a long walk after longtime with my friend Subha who made me grounded in all my unstable days.

21emotions

Empty Sleep with half filled stomach
Study in a halflit kerosene lamp
Amidst loud cry,fight and yell
Everyday is a fierce battle for this little boy
And again a day with a fake smile on his lips

Bloodstained scars on face knows the story
Tears drenched notebook pages knows it
Made a marathon for 21 odd years with 21 emotions
And he closed all those files tagged "namesake"
Now he feels how it is to be let free

Now he is not  a business magnet
Definitely not a scholar or social activist
A man who hits his bed with Satisfying deeds
And living life of king's size.

Sarah Kay poems - I admire

I was listening to Sarah Kay's narrative poems "postcards","when love arrives","Hiroshima".Her emotions are well dissolved in poems she narrates.Now eagerly waiting for her arrival to India hence I can make it to one live show.
Poems are always been a strong weapon to release emotions let it be good,bad or ugly.I remember the way how I wrote meaningless poems in school,no matter how bad it is for readers I felt satisfied after pouring it down.I remember " only few words can be put in postcards,few in phone call,few in a conversation hence words are used to fill emptiness".

poem traces back

I like poetic tamil,it always attracts me with rich meaning and electrifying words.Bharathi ,Tamil poet is one such incredible writer.I have listened to most of his poems played as songs.But this poem always the one lingering  in one corner of my mind.The last paragraph might be harder to understand but its so witty to ask for wishes from god sakthi just in 8 lines . Time to remember

void land

Barren lands are never irrigated
Though there are oasis in the desert.
Whatever I do,wherever I go
I find that void hardly said out

It will rest like those black dots in moon,
Hardly seen,hardly visible
But the crevices of wound is deeper
Like a nail on wooden wall

good,bad and ugly

Longer walks along streets
with short talk in between
Days with introspection
Sip of tea glancing lovable blogs

pals replaced with gadgets and books
Though acquaintances can be made with big Hi
 Happy to call myself  a  true introvert in a city of modern age

Storm,rain and wind teaches me a lot
It says ,"Rolling stone gathers no moss"

Grieve for sometime and make a move

The you

The You ,I adore the most
For some its the cigarette smoke makes them feel better
For me,its my bigtalk with you.

To be casual at any spot needs lot more energy
Its that casual plain life which I admire in you
And I know you can gift the same for all.

You,viral in spreading laughter
You,abiding protocols in blood
You,respecting every relation
Not more ,Not less.

 Rarely approached with agenda
Meeting request starts with "Bye"
With  this informal person I forget past and future
celebrating the present.

Dedicating it to Mr. Akshay Karthik, the person who simply made many things casually possible for me .

The one in crowd

One amidst the crowd

He can be a market differentiator

He made stuff out of scratch

He opened a swiss account with zero balance

More than a so called term friend,The wellwisher

Whatever the term can be

This year brought me powerful questions.

Delightful faces with big smiles

There can be straight “no”

But all is fair in this game

A tutor for shaping my thoughts

Doesn’t want to tag with relationship

Let it be left in the way how it is.

Feeling  good like things turned well for me.

Let my prayers attract all the best things meant  for you

Can be from a pleasant wife to honeybees

You told me ,there is some ray of hope somewhere

You told me, things will fall in line

You told me ,this is how the world is

You told me ,some more philosophicals

And you told me don’t scream for change

 Instead Be the change.

Whatever the voice of earth says

Will be washed in the ages of time

Its not the matter who you are underneath

Its what you do, that defines you

Already defined for “The He”

                                         -Sathya Balakrishnan

Standing in the crossroad

In the sand-dunes of time
I lost and gained beings after beings
Attracting an impediment after impediment.
Each time picking a suggestion from the sheet of treatments
Hard to fake my mind and soul with hypnotiser.

What exist always exist
cant be ruined by words and deeds
What no more in picture is no more
Even the pricks and pain are meaningless
When they are touched.

I read these lines that is true,
Most often meeting the destiny
In the road chosen to avoid it.
Can't help it  as I never expected these options.
And all the options what are intuitive too
Not meant to be chosen.
                                   -Sathya Balakrishnan

At times I really want to write without minding its outcome,as afterall this body is full of chemicals.

Care is Poetic

 I touched my laptop keys after a fortnight,ruined with my facebook addiction hence viewing my blog as like third person's gift.Dusting my memory lane,forgot to capture micro matters of my living, nevertheless let me pen down my state of mind before march 8th celebration 2013.
 Let me add all adjectives in the foreign language to convey my Huge Thanks for one lady in one corner of India,sorry capital of India who cares for her friend's friend.Than speaking about Indira Nooyi, Metha,Arundhadhi .Aishwarya for portraying the bombastism of pride winning womanliness,let me speak about a soul who touched my cells by her humanity.Might be personnel but she deserves limelight,TRJ.Aarrti ,I hope I spelled it right .
 I earned certain relations not through similar DNA or RNA but out of  somewhere some feel of oneness.Some metaphor like waiting for one "like" from the exclusive person  despite of 1000 smashing  comments  in FB.It can be one funniest comparison I make ,but Aarrti you are one such person melting me with exclamations.
 Whatever the world speaks for women's day,Iam least bothered of it .Dedicating it for one such soul .Care is also poetic whether its on third,second person.
      Care is so so poetic
      Like the stinky smell for a pig
      Believing in the beauty
     Which I cant easily see through my iris
      It lives forever and ever
      With the beautifulshape I imagine
      Definitely its poetic
      Made a poem in my thoughts
      By your deeds
       

Tamil varikal

Hi,

Its my poetry in my mother tongue,after such a long time tried with my mediocre tamil ,if there are flaws please ignore it.

அவளை எங்கு  மீடபேன்   

மீட்கும் தொலைவில் இருந்தால்  

கடலை கடக்கும் தொலைவில் இருந்தால் 

கண்டம் தாண்டும் இடத்தில் இருந்தால் 

என்றோ  வென்றுருபேன் 

தமிழை உணர  வைத்தாள் 

அவளால் தமிழ் எனது தாய் மொழி  ஆனது 

உலகம்  ஒரு  ஆயனின்  மாயா என்று நன்கு தெரியும் 

இருபின்னும் ஒரு ஓரத்தில் தவல்கிறது  மாயகனவு 

திரும்பி  நீ  வர மாடாய என்று 

பலர்  சொன்னார்  மா 

என்ன தவம் வாங்கி  இவ்வுலகிற்கு வந்தேன்  என்று 

உந்தன் சிரிப்பின்  பிம்பம்  என் கண்விழி ஓரத்தில் 

என்றும் என்றென்றும் 

எதை விட  எதை  சேர்க்க 

பலவற்றை மறந்தேன் மறகிறீ 

ஆனால் ரத்தத்தில் வந்த அன்பிற்கு 

“coma” நிலை சென்றாலும்   மறக்க  முடியவில்லை 

சென்றும் பார்த்தேன் 

நினைவுகள் என்னை வென்று விட்டது 

Don’t know why I do, but I

some lines that  came out of thought provoking question.Should I really impress a person who is in higher grade or whatsoever.I believe in falling for an intangible element and not for a tangible one.

Don’t  know why I do, but I

I never had lengthy answers

To support my decision  with facts

Its always left as it is

Matter of probability behind facts.

For what,For whom   a person cajoles

More than an impression

There lives an answer “Don’t know why I do”

But I love to do neither for  you nor for my bread

Can I say that as love ?

The end of “why” questions  deeply lands to nil

I don’t want to brief my thoughts

Let it be as it is like it  got scattered

A curvy smile hits fullstop for  multi questionnaire

As I know what I think is far away from  how I live.

Loving a shell around the egg yolk

Where I see me as only me

Without an adulteration

But the world says Iam a part of it

Feeling a new change to be a part or far apart

                                                                        -Sathya Balakrishnan

Fail Fast

 Its been countable days I surfed my blog.I came back early from office with thoughts overflowing in all directions.The miracle all the ways goes ,by the time I settle to write they flew away.Environment adds a facevalue,I agree.


I failed fast in my past
In my birth as a male.
So Iam a girl today
As Change of an alphabet matters
dwelling to fail fast

I failed in my words,deeds
With a curved smile to be called as sinner
With the incentive of failing fast
Wherever I felt an "ought to have failure"

No more patience to pen the poem ,
Neither you listen nor I write,
Its a crashing mid 12
where my eyelids closes by itself
A standing example of failing fast

                                     -Sathya Balakrishnan



 

frozen lines

I should have thanked her

Though I don’t know her eyes

The blood flowing in my veins

Shares the same marrow of her

Can be he,she and he

I slept at road ,I remember

In my blood and flesh as pillow

That very moment a divine comedy

I felt human as human

Water as Water ,

Each time starting a poem

Without touching its borders

All time it touches like a ritual

Broken lines convincing me today

One more thanks to masked faces.

Came all the way as angel

Whenever I see those marks in righthand

I never want them to fade

As a token of  souvenir in my skin

With unsaid thanks in my heart

                                     -Sathya Balakrishnan

Mr.Love

Its a gloomy day when I heard
The  single word before two years
I trespassed it,no more a need or urge
You my dear Magician "Time"
Wont I fall for a guy like you

Time my dear, you are as it is
You dont know shades of act
I never blame the opposite being
Its not that I liked him less
But that I loved you more

You stood near me when I sobbed
You treasured those flood to drought
You taught me facts ain't be negotiated
As pure milk too be perished
When I pass by,then where are human thoughts.

My dear Time ,you swept me off my feet
Made me to feel chemical,physical properties of emotions
A true learning never been theoretical
But meant to be injected in veins and bones
Sathguru Time,Iam indebted to love you in all my reincarnation

                 -From the thought process of your dear Sathya Balakrishnan

Truth protected by lies

This poem would speak about the state of mind now,started with epics hence I feel confused in places where I have to.Hence it goes !

Its always the mortal truth

One half of world is in dawn

Other half ought to be in dusk

Matter of chance is never from you nor me

Its how he who weaved the  plot

They say its bad,good and ugly

If my actions abide my protocols

It’s a damn right one among many shots

For nations in dusk it’s a matter of faith

For remaining half might be a mean

If almighty he defined black and white

If he defined the remedies

Karma is never in my account

I play like a puppet where twine is always his

He who incharge of karma

Why there comes  transgender

Making them as a matting creature

You write the karma ,

Industry is yours  and you make mistakes in my eyes

Where your karma lives man-chitragupta

All negativities has  splendid explanation

Maya,Athma,paramathma

Then comes in science gestalt

Beating the same bush with bigger sticks

Will I get a plain answer in one corner of this world

Uncover the truth protected by lies

I don’t want to end up with peeling onions

Why how when 

Iam no more dead to stop questions

My dear engineer,give me the design

Behind all your sculptures.

                       -Sathya Balakrishnan

one more paranoid

After wedding gown burns ,its a template poem which is ready to be sent to my dad jotting my requirement list for "My Mr" selection.I know its hard to go with crazy stuff but never wrong to wish for.Hence my wish.

"He" never jumps from jupiter
All my fairytale dreams vanished as bubbles.
No more thought of mirroring reflection in Iris
In the field of stars and moon.
Its a myth to say love happens without a reason

If and If only Shakespeare lives here
With some more sensible rationality.
Falling for Ranbir cut in face,
And he says I love BarbiDolls
Only Shakespearean drama withstands the shake.

A  decent levelheaded man
With his own pros and corns.
Not that he shares the sleep
Sharing the dreams together
lingering all time we exist ,not we remain

Beyond all riches and pounds
Sharing the pages we read,
Having a coffee sip in clayart
Never again a repetetion in life pattern
I have my template ready Dad.

Now its your gleeful head-ache
To choose a man definitely not from jupiter
Neither queer nor quite different
Again a simple remainder -"Man of thoughts and arts"
If it happens my next half is one more paranoid
                                                    -Sathya Balakrishnan

Some prayers deserve early answers

I never want to bring my official side in my site,now Iam helpless its also one adds up to my joy.Thinking "One day I will take the pride and prejudice of the job I do"  ,I penned my first poem feeling the joy of change in tag.

The very first in all

Has its own peculiar taste.

I wont say weird,

As it sounds weird

But a taste of its own.

The first centum after bad flunks

The first salary filled up the SB

The first new alien language I learnt

The first childhoodie pal,

Living far apart rethinking for my spelling.

The first odd try amidst  n number trys

Brought my wish to fall in line,

Far before the timestamp.

Thou I indulged in “make things happen”

This time I worth a pat at my shoulder.

As its my best of all success out of trials

As all my lamp lits answered my wish

Again a new venture sacking the title came by its own

On the verge to uphold the brand new title

Out of my own risk and and  choice.

 

Numbers and currency are too poor

To flatter me with joy

Hence taking a profession

Least bothered about the quantity

But about quality.

                       -Sathya Balakrishnan

When wedding gown burns

Long Long ago in a kingdom,
Princess longing and living for a wedlock.
With her iris glittering with
The portray of storybook wedding.
Might be a cindrella,Snow-white.

Time rolled,rolled,rolled on
Standing in the feet of singles.
Wedlock personified as deadlock.
Zombies are roaming around
Bewildered by "wedlock".

Here no cindrella lives to fill her shoulders
With possibilities and responsibilities.
She buys her boots and slippers of her own
Living in the luxury of friends all around.
In her castle built in the air by her own.

Dreams and wishes do much evolved,
Not in need of a prince to sooth her.
But a jetplane ticket with couple of friends
To chillout in the far island for a summer
For a fortnight trip in her toes.

Wishing for a dance floor in the late evening
And spectators to hear her lawsuit in  morning
This is how cindrella lives now after the happy ending
A comma followed by They lived happily ever after
striking the 'they' to 'she' lived joyfully ever after
                                                            -Sathya Balakrishnan

                                       

Tomb of faith-poem

Tomb of faith grew taller,tallest

With the  visible view of shining leaves

With shine and shine

Man seldom remembers  the fact

It’s a tomb with root ,but not in air

Its upto me,you ,  you and me

To choose a random name for him

My descendents fell in the feet of nature

And I landed up to fall in the feet of Idol

I seldom forget My roots are here and only here

But I owe you my pretty lady

Never and ever to go with the flow

Wherever I land up

Though mud splashes on face

My roots are here and only here

Never to deny the facts

Today’s polish corridors evolved

Out of  mud filled streets

Today’s multistore architecture

Evolved out of smoke painted antique home

Henceforth all streets I walked,

All idols I fell for tributes,

All faces in some “me” dwells

Landed me up nowhere

Except with the mindset of

A simple evolved human being