Tiny scribbles

             "I love this day ,a poetic feel from the dawn to dusk"

      Lot of good omen,it was bit hard to turn off my alarm,and after that it went the way how poetic it can be.Started with my 3rd sloga from Bhagavad Gita  , Guru who came by her own,A young girl conditioned with acumen.Modern Science logics are twisting in her tongue .Iam obliged for her knowledge injection on me.Offered ghee lamps,and started with 108 chants of "Hare Krishna" with the surprisingly gifted beads.Then came my Thirupathi prasath from a random person.I felt many things are falling in line with a good fresh start in the morning.Bit hectic to manage with my bus for early meeting,but Iam glad started the day by seeing one more gleeful face at Bus stop.
      Had a good dharshan by 6 from my favourite Balaji after a drowsy day at office as nothing queer for the day.Loved the full moon charming my eyes and the sky.As a whole today is as poetic and romantic in nature's feet 

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

Sixes and Seven stringed together

           For a period of fortnight,the flooding time which was available in my pocket was used here and there with too many deviations in different directions.Its not as regular with my periodic routine of watching Hollywoodies,chatting,reading Hercules poirot's detective art and finally the by-product "writing" in my blog.

        With respect to reading,my genre has bit changed from detective thrillers to epics,tracing the stronger roots of Indian Mythology.Yippie,bought my own BHAGAVAD GITA ,spending   pennies from my own pocket.Though these task of sixes and seven are not written in chronological order,its my own weightage for the task.Just a coincidence,as epic season started in my store ,a friendly touch with ISKON helps me to answer lot of logicals "why".Perhaps,its good for me

         Enjoyed Dhandiya fest at ISKON,my very first dhandiya participation which has never got its place in deep south ,additionally paid a visit for a age-old stage show.This city "Bangalore" echos the word "City of Joy" ,I love this city from all the chambers of my heart.Freedom is always free here.

         Influenced to fulfill my wish,hence took an admission for my "veena" class .As a whole rejuvenating the past ,dusting my present which is weaved with cob-webs.Readers club and lot more is on the track.Things are falling in line.Until I get a complete pic what Iam trying to draw out of it ,let new points get keep adding .

    Social Networking always makes our tired bones and flesh to get errected one more time with fresh smiles   in new places and in new town.
           

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

Login denied

 By this time Iam capable of concluding my thought  process.I feel one should atleast able to make an analysis of their  thinkingstyle like a robot monitoring itself by a complete scan.Mom said “Iam soft spoken,even a harsh word spit from her mouth would trigger tear droplets in my eyes”.Dad says “Iam talkative now being a complete antonym to school going kid,who ran hundred miles far from the term Daddy”.All other wellwishers of the world uses various adjectives “Practical,Brave,self centered,deception point and lot more”.Who cares for it,unless I love a being I wont miss a being,then comes  stringed alphabets.

               No self deception atleast for me,Iam soft-natured  though I wear the mask to earn these adjectives.Even a  reaction from closer buddies  leaves me disturbed  for the day.What my mom judged me is right ,hence I started the habbit of choosing soft-spoken  ,fun loving  people as my friendly buddies.I found there are  people purposefully want to get a login just to make use of their tongue ,hence I chose the land of solidarity at times.My Books started to get added up,Movie list racked in its shelves and all my faded interest are undusted.Too much talk  lands up a person nowhere unless and untill birds of same feather flock together.

         Whatever ,I  know my thought process ,its hard to dismantle it again and to start from a scratch.As it’s the case,I started to get sign analysis from any unknown person whether should I attach or detach.I don’t want to compel my mind to tune for facevalue less surprises.I confront myself from the “After all” human.I am loving to spend my time with things that remains without existing.