tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41956166772076525792024-03-15T18:11:45.920-07:00abheririshanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-67036891171970540242024-01-07T01:25:00.000-08:002024-01-07T01:25:53.749-08:00Susegado <p> An afternoon</p><p>On a Sunday</p><p><br /></p><p>I am watching the sunlight outside</p><p>There is some impending sleepiness </p><p><br /></p><p>The mopping machine is working in the background</p><p>Tulika telling me something to give my voice for</p><p><br /></p><p>I decide to sleep</p><p>The place I was sitting</p><p><br /></p><p>The problem was that the legs could not be extended</p><p>As there was blanket kept on the bed </p><p><br /></p><p>Tulika was telling me to do something </p><p>And in the middle of this </p><p><br /></p><p>I slept</p><p>Trusting the world will keep spinning on it’s axis when I wake up </p><p><br /></p><p>The work will be taken care of </p><p><br /></p><p>One good sleep in the middle of everything</p><p>Like stealing one good moment from the hustle of life</p><p>Without thinking much</p><p><br /></p><p>And somehow felt so good when I wake up </p><p><br /></p><p>And to write this into a poem is almost a sin </p><p>No great moments, no great story, nothing great</p><p><br /></p><p>Yet, simple has won my heart forever </p><p>And this is one hug to that experience of simple in our lives</p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-37834787107151547362024-01-03T15:43:00.000-08:002024-01-03T15:43:24.596-08:00 Hurt , Hurt , Hurt <p> I have been hurt</p><p>Many times</p><p><br /></p><p>Once when I was playing </p><p>It was painful</p><p>Yet , playing was too much fun</p><p><br /></p><p>Once when I loved</p><p>It was painful</p><p>Yet, loving is my essence</p><p><br /></p><p>Once in friendship</p><p>It was painful</p><p>Yet, friendships makes me trust in humanity</p><p><br /></p><p>Every time</p><p>There is hurt</p><p><br /></p><p>Something changes</p><p><br /></p><p>Sometimes the play changes</p><p>Other times the player</p><p><br /></p><p>Sometimes, the people you love changes </p><p>Other times, the way you love</p><p><br /></p><p>Sometimes, the people that are your friends</p><p>Other times, the way you choose a friend</p><p><br /></p><p>Hurt is life’s way </p><p>To pause and look</p><p>In and out </p><p><br /></p><p>To see life as it is</p><p> Into the corners of our hearts </p><p>Which we have chosen to ignore </p><p><br /></p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-9369447114442061662024-01-01T08:58:00.000-08:002024-01-01T08:58:32.436-08:00A loving gaze <p> My son</p><p><br /></p><p>Watches me </p><p>Without blinking his eyes</p><p><br /></p><p>With an unconditional love</p><p>When his eyes become smaller</p><p>With a half baked smile </p><p><br /></p><p>It is the showering </p><p>Of the blessings of God</p><p><br /></p><p>He doesn’t know who I am</p><p>As if the God is looking at me</p><p><br /></p><p>Saying that I don’t need to know</p><p>Who you are </p><p><br /></p><p>Life is cruel</p><p>At some levels </p><p><br /></p><p>Yet </p><p>In some moments </p><p>It simply makes sense</p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-6889990880230417742023-12-13T05:55:00.000-08:002023-12-13T05:59:16.866-08:00You read it right<p> I write</p><p>And people said good things </p><p><br /></p><p>I write </p><p>And people said nasty things </p><p><br /></p><p>I write</p><p>Sometimes </p><p>To some of them</p><p>Thanks</p><p>Fuck you</p><p>Okay</p><p><br /></p><p>I write</p><p>About the noise of the traffic</p><p>In a busy city </p><p><br /></p><p>I write</p><p>About desires in people’s eyes</p><p>Sinful and alive </p><p><br /></p><p>I write</p><p>Honestly</p><p><br /></p><p>I write</p><p>The maddening rush of people to dominate</p><p>Come what may</p><p><br /></p><p>I write</p><p>Of friendships broken </p><p>In a heartbeat </p><p><br /></p><p>I write</p><p>Of love suspending in time and air</p><p>Freezing the moments of truth</p><p><br /></p><p>I write</p><p>The hearts caged by the people whom you trusted</p><p><br /></p><p>I write</p><p>Of magic </p><p>in the mundane around</p><p><br /></p><p>I write </p><p>Of an ephemeral</p><p> life</p><p><br /></p><p>I write</p><p>When life </p><p>wants to express</p><p><br /></p><p>I write</p><p>I write </p><p>I write </p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-44870199149990147212023-10-21T11:32:00.004-07:002023-10-21T11:32:24.962-07:00Once more <p> I lost in love</p><p>She lost in love </p><p><br /></p><p>And we got married </p><p><br /></p><p>I stopped eating sugar</p><p>The sweetness she brought in my life was enough</p><p><br /></p><p>To smile once more </p><p>To care once more</p><p>To take a chance once more </p><p><br /></p><p>I don’t know what love was about </p><p><br /></p><p>But life is about this</p><p><br /></p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-4136716123859544922023-10-18T12:45:00.000-07:002023-10-18T12:45:02.235-07:00Battles and demons <p> I have seen many people </p><p>Getting </p><p><br /></p><p>Rich</p><p>Famous</p><p>Fit</p><p>Powerful</p><p><br /></p><p>What I have found very rare </p><p>Is</p><p>Genuine </p><p><br /></p><p>Love</p><p>Friendship</p><p>Care</p><p>Respect </p><p>Peace</p><p>Joy </p><p><br /></p><p>I know the battle is tough </p><p>To fight one’s own inner demons</p><p><br /></p><p>Yet,</p><p>Isn’t it the only battle worth a fight </p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-16892354617474889052023-09-15T07:55:00.003-07:002023-09-15T08:55:26.310-07:00Chi I woke up <div>After a good night’s sleep</div><div><br /></div><div>The first thought </div><div>That zoomed across my mind</div><div>As I watched into the mirror </div><div>After splashing my face </div><div><br /></div><div>What will your answer be if someone asks about</div><div>“The best moment of your life “</div><div><br /></div><div>The answer that came </div><div>Was equally baffling for a morning </div><div><br /></div><div>The best moment of my life is </div><div>“The few moments before when I splashed water onto my face “ </div><div><br /></div><div>No big awards day</div><div>No big emotional day with lover</div><div>No big day like marriage</div><div><br /></div><div>Where is the story ? </div><div><br /></div><div>Days went by </div><div><br /></div><div>Stuck with the question and with the equally mysterious answer</div><div><br /></div><div>Another question popped in an afternoon </div><div>What is the most beautiful scenery that you have seen ? </div><div><br /></div><div>The answer was no less intriguing this time</div><div><br /></div><div>It was the view out of the balcony with trees waving and sunlight falling on them</div><div><br /></div><div>What ? </div><div><br /></div><div>Just an ordinary view out of my ordinary balcony </div><div><br /></div><div>Can’t my subconscious answer </div><div>The places I have travelled with friends</div><div>The faces that have frenzied my hormones in youth</div><div><br /></div><div>Again no story, no context , nothing big </div><div>Just an ordinary view from the balcony at a random day and time </div><div><br /></div><div>There is hope in these answers </div><div><br /></div><div>All of us have stories </div><div>Of parents not respecting our individuality </div><div>Friends doing the same </div><div>Lovers abandoning in the middle of a plausible sweet story</div><div>Health and wealth troubles </div><div><br /></div><div>Well may be the story doesn’t matter </div><div>May be living matters</div><div> </div><div>Those moments we spend </div><div>With our own selves </div><div>Floating amongst the stars, the flowers, the colours</div><div>Without any context, without any story </div><div>Is the whole of life </div><div><br /></div><div>And the story is the small five percent </div><div>And the raw , mysterious life is the whole </div><div><br /></div><div>Where we stand naked at the same level</div><div>As the kings, the pauper, the athlete, the old, the young , the males , the females , the animals </div><div><br /></div><div>And that is all that matters </div><div>Really </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-72879327532669548992023-06-28T13:22:00.002-07:002023-06-28T13:22:18.782-07:00A common uncommon conversation <p> A friend whatsapped me something </p><p>“Roger That” was my reply</p><p><br /></p><p>I was surprised </p><p>By the choice of my words </p><p><br /></p><p>It somehow comes from nothingness</p><p>And fills the space just appropriately </p><p><br /></p><p>Lots of things and events pop up</p><p><br /></p><p>When you are staring out of your balcony</p><p>As you have been for years now</p><p>And notice a tree that you never noticed</p><p><br /></p><p>When you are walking through the same path</p><p>As you have been for years now</p><p>And notice an age old building you never noticed</p><p>Telling somehow a sad story amongst all the Shiny buildings around</p><p><br /></p><p>When you are talking to a girl </p><p>And notice an innocence and liveliness </p><p>And for a moment pushed you out of the whole context of the conversation </p><p>Into a momentary nothingness </p><p><br /></p><p>These little moments </p><p>From the unknown </p><p>Is the language of the whole</p><p><br /></p><p>And speaks to us all</p><p>Which somehow drives a message straight to the heart</p><p>And a smile blooms </p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-70021119875900700562023-06-03T01:56:00.000-07:002023-06-03T01:56:27.314-07:00Some days are not every day <p> Giggles </p><p>Are a boat ride </p><p>In the river of endless bliss</p><p><br /></p><p>It gets you drunk</p><p>Without drinking </p><p><br /></p><p>Beauty enters the soul</p><p>Merging with the infinite sky</p><p><br /></p><p>Love blossoms</p><p>Like the chirping of birds</p><p>On a beautiful evening sunset</p><p><br /></p><p>The conversations grow</p><p>like an organic sapling</p><p><br /></p><p>And the sleep comes</p><p>Like a log of wood </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-74291799643353610962023-05-06T11:32:00.003-07:002023-05-06T11:32:47.398-07:00It’s final <p>Stare </p><p>At the world</p><p>Stare </p><p>At yourself </p><p><br /></p><p>Let go </p><p>Of the world</p><p>Let go</p><p>Of yourself</p><p><br /></p><p>Do not believe in magic</p><p>Experience it in</p><p><br /></p><p>love</p><p>Nature</p><p>Body</p><p>Food </p><p>Music</p><p>Poetry</p><p>Science </p><p><br /></p><p>If you ever touch a heart positively with</p><p>Words</p><p>Actions</p><p>Intentions</p><p>Smile</p><p><br /></p><p>If you ever celebrate your own</p><p>Eyes </p><p>Voice</p><p>Ideas </p><p>Needs </p><p>Feelings</p><p><br /></p><p>Then just remember </p><p>YOU MADE IT </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-41754654225272481562022-12-16T21:44:00.000-08:002022-12-16T21:44:01.963-08:00Whispers of my heart<p> O life ! </p><p><br /></p><p>I don’t want</p><p>Your sea of appreciation </p><p>If only </p><p><br /></p><p>O life !</p><p><br /></p><p>I don’t care</p><p>Your drama of disappointment </p><p>Because of</p><p><br /></p><p>O life!</p><p><br /></p><p>Love me</p><p><br /></p><p>Only if </p><p><br /></p><p>It transcends</p><p><br /></p><p>Your petty conditions</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>O life ! O life ! </p><p>I beg not thee of anything </p><p>I beg not thee of anything </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>As,The goddess of </p><p>beauty</p><p>Joy </p><p>And peace </p><p><br /></p><p>Has touched my heart </p><p>And, made me dance </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-58385572317152211922022-12-14T08:53:00.005-08:002022-12-14T08:53:41.251-08:00Of Maya and Madira It was a long journey <div><br /></div><div>Of seeking </div><div><br /></div><div>Not knowing what to seek</div><div><br /></div><div>How to seek</div><div><br /></div><div>Where to seek</div><div><br /></div><div>Why to seek </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It was a long journey</div><div><br /></div><div>Of discovery </div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes, talking to a stranger </div><div><br /></div><div>Many times, talking to oneself</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It was a long journey</div><div><br /></div><div>Of understanding </div><div><br /></div><div>My childhood</div><div><br /></div><div>Other’s childhood</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It was a long journey</div><div><br /></div><div>Of taking calculated risk</div><div><br /></div><div>In life</div><div><br /></div><div>At work</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It was a long journey</div><div><br /></div><div>Of foolish choices</div><div><br /></div><div>For love</div><div><br /></div><div>And life</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It was a long journey </div><div><br /></div><div>Of writing </div><div><br /></div><div>Poems and stories</div><div><br /></div><div>Journals and confessions </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It was a long journey </div><div><br /></div><div>Of knowing</div><div><br /></div><div>That relationships is all I have </div><div><br /></div><div>Including the one with myself </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-11973066712667348382022-10-07T20:11:00.001-07:002022-10-07T20:11:49.183-07:00It’s just a call for dance <p>Where do I go </p><p>O traveller</p><p><br /></p><p>The heaven is in my garden</p><p><br /></p><p>Where do I go</p><p>O foodie</p><p><br /></p><p>I always eat a kings meal</p><p><br /></p><p>I can come</p><p><br /></p><p>Promise me a laughter</p><p>With my friends </p><p><br /></p><p>I can come</p><p><br /></p><p>Promise me a dance</p><p>With my love </p><p><br /></p><p>I can come </p><p><br /></p><p>Promise me some peaceful time</p><p>With my parents</p><p><br /></p><p>Don’t bring me gold that lasts eternity</p><p>A spontaneous laughter will do</p><p><br /></p><p>There is an end in sight</p><p>Let’s March dancing towards it </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-83820736714656062162022-06-18T12:56:00.004-07:002022-06-18T12:56:31.702-07:00Reclaimed land <p> A long time ago</p><p>I would find usual life</p><p>Very unusual </p><p><br /></p><p>And today</p><p>It strikes again </p><p>To me </p><p><br /></p><p>As I was listening to music</p><p>Laying down </p><p><br /></p><p>I noticed a mosquito</p><p>Anticipating it to come </p><p>For my blood </p><p><br /></p><p>It did come to me</p><p>And then flew back </p><p><br /></p><p>I was mesmerised </p><p>Looking at it flying around </p><p>in abandon </p><p><br /></p><p>A small flying creature </p><p>Like those cute mini cooking videos</p><p>Of those mini humans </p><p>Of those mini animals </p><p><br /></p><p>Why was it not coming for my blood ? </p><p>The mosquito may not have been hungry</p><p><br /></p><p>Once the meal is sorted </p><p>What else exists other than to have fun and roam around</p><p>Enjoying the movement of one’s body</p><p>Complete abandon and chilling out in nature </p><p><br /></p><p>Unlike us </p><p>Humans</p><p>Not so easy </p><p>To simply have a meal </p><p>And then dance around and chill</p><p><br /></p><p>There is a constant fight in the heart and the mind </p><p>It starts in the morning</p><p>And ends till one gets in bed at night</p><p>And may be during sleep too</p><p><br /></p><p>Yet we understand </p><p>That feeling </p><p><br /></p><p>We know that feeling </p><p><br /></p><p>We all have lived that feeling </p><p><br /></p><p>As a child </p><p>As a carefree young man</p><p><br /></p><p>And I wish </p><p>All of you </p><p>a lot of such precious</p><p>Carefree chill moments </p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-89904225587320145252022-04-23T05:50:00.008-07:002022-04-23T05:50:54.135-07:00The century of the self<p>When I see myself</p><p>Skin</p><p>Eyes</p><p>Lips</p><p>Hands</p><p><br /></p><p>When I see myself</p><p>As others saw me</p><p>Ugly</p><p>Weak</p><p><br /></p><p>The trust of ignorance</p><p>The hopelessness of labels</p><p>The resentment of judgment </p><p>The loss of misjudgment </p><p><br /></p><p>The strength of solitude</p><p>The beauty of truth</p><p>The comfort of harmony</p><p>The gift of balance</p><p><br /></p><p>When I see myself</p><p>When I see others</p><p>As they see myself</p><p><br /></p><p>It’s ok</p><p>Because</p><p><br /></p><p>At the end </p><p>Skin</p><p>Eyes</p><p>Lips</p><p>Hands</p><p><br /></p><p>And it took a century </p><p>For the self</p><p><br /></p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-56681523559884819202022-03-14T10:46:00.002-07:002022-03-14T10:46:47.579-07:00Living my walk <p>A group of teenagers </p><p>Bubbling with energy</p><p><br /></p><p>Talking out loud</p><p>Right amount of loud </p><p>Not shouting , like two guys fighting </p><p>But the excitement of the youth </p><p><br /></p><p>And two guys </p><p>Sitting close by</p><p>Middle aged, worn by years </p><p>Discussing risk appetite </p><p>For new projects</p><p>Very slowly, almost in a tired voice</p><p><br /></p><p>And there were flowers</p><p>Which has blossomed in the springs</p><p>And there was this distinct smell</p><p><br /></p><p>The tree was laden </p><p>With these colourful flowers</p><p>And some leaves were falling </p><p><br /></p><p>A young couple was going by</p><p>Holding hands and walking</p><p>The guy trying to impress the girl </p><p>With his worldly knowledge </p><p><br /></p><p>The girl visibly bored </p><p>Yet, holding his hand</p><p>As if hanging on to him</p><p><br /></p><p>A guy who just </p><p>Delivered food</p><p>In a carefree mood</p><p>The day is ending</p><p>I have earned enough to eat and drink and dance</p><p>This was the vibe</p><p>A life lived daily</p><p><br /></p><p>And another guy</p><p>Doing the same thing</p><p>Yet sincere and stiff</p><p>As if he was the Sisyphus </p><p>Carrying the stone </p><p><br /></p><p>Me walking by</p><p>Watching everyone</p><p>The dogs</p><p>The cats</p><p>The trees </p><p>The thoughts</p><p>The humans </p><p>The moon </p><p>And the flowers</p><p><br /></p><p>Imagining about person</p><p>Who start wars</p><p>And a dumb question crossing my mind</p><p>Why doesn’t he come and walk with me instead of starting </p><p>A war</p><p><br /></p><p>May be he knows better</p><p>May be fight is what is needed</p><p>May be that is what has been done since time immemorial </p><p>May be that is why we work</p><p>So leaders can collect taxes </p><p>And start wars</p><p><br /></p><p>I don’t know much</p><p>And flowers are looking beautiful </p><p>And I have to go </p><p>To sleep</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-81425631674783306082022-02-27T04:23:00.001-08:002022-02-27T04:23:47.790-08:00A not so simple demand <p> Years went by</p><p>Avoiding </p><p>My heart </p><p><br /></p><p>I feared </p><p>It’s demand</p><p><br /></p><p>Careers are hard to build</p><p><br /></p><p>Family and friendship too</p><p>Were not easy to keep</p><p><br /></p><p>My heart too</p><p>Didn’t complain much</p><p><br /></p><p>But blocked my access </p><p>To beauty</p><p>To love</p><p>To joy </p><p>To spontaneity </p><p>To sensitivity </p><p><br /></p><p>Finally</p><p>I relented </p><p><br /></p><p>To my surprise </p><p>It demanded some idle time</p><p>In balcony alone</p><p>With a glass of cool drink</p><p>Listening to the birds</p><p><br /></p><p>The instructions was clear</p><p>Take up the problems of the work later</p><p><br /></p><p>Soon my body rested </p><p>And was feeling sleepy</p><p><br /></p><p>And my heart said</p><p>Now just smile and </p><p>go to sleep</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-33961454344373873512022-02-01T08:51:00.002-08:002022-02-01T08:51:55.397-08:00As I walk <p>As I walk </p><p><br /></p><p>Everything around</p><p>Beautiful and bright and warm</p><p><br /></p><p>my heart not so </p><p><br /></p><p>Plagued by fear</p><p>Robbed by confusion</p><p><br /></p><p>And I keep walking </p><p>With a small ray of hope</p><p><br /></p><p>Of living a life</p><p><br /></p><p>Intensely </p><p>Peacefully </p><p><br /></p><p>But the mischievous seductress </p><p>Would not let it be </p><p>Easy</p><p><br /></p><p>The glimpses were enough</p><p>For the heart to </p><p>Pass ages in </p><p>Waiting</p><p>Hoping</p><p>Struggling </p><p><br /></p><p>And then it arrived</p><p>And brought with it</p><p><br /></p><p>A cold wind</p><p>And a desert around </p><p><br /></p><p>And I walk</p><p>In the desert </p><p><br /></p><p>With a smile around </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-13101300061887931752021-12-11T09:20:00.000-08:002021-12-11T09:20:14.786-08:00Against the bitterness<p> As you grow</p><p><br /></p><p>You hurt people </p><p>And you are hurt by them</p><p><br /></p><p>They don’t intend </p><p>To hurt</p><p><br /></p><p>Neither do you</p><p><br /></p><p>It’s just about</p><p>Self protection </p><p><br /></p><p>Which I don’t forgive</p><p>Neither to myself</p><p>Obviously, nor to others</p><p><br /></p><p>And the </p><p>Dragons of life</p><p>Are sniffing behind my back</p><p><br /></p><p>Close the doors</p><p>Make the walls </p><p>Isolate </p><p>Annihilate </p><p><br /></p><p>Yet,</p><p>In my solitude</p><p><br /></p><p>I see the innocent being </p><p>The child who wants to play and dance </p><p>And I see the same in others too</p><p><br /></p><p>I stand up</p><p>Look deep in the eyes</p><p>Bone deep </p><p><br /></p><p>And say hi to the child</p><p>In you </p><p><br /></p><p>From the child</p><p>In me </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-69690735592809650802021-09-30T03:45:00.001-07:002021-09-30T03:48:57.726-07:00Dragons are here<p> I slept tonight</p><p>Ages have gone by</p><p>But I tell you </p><p>I have only slept tonight</p><p><br /></p><p>I danced tonight</p><p>But I tell you </p><p>The universe danced as well</p><p><br /></p><p>I have heard stories </p><p>Of kings and Queens</p><p>And I tell you</p><p>I was the king</p><p>Tonight </p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-16310582065185456602021-07-31T22:11:00.003-07:002021-07-31T22:11:35.212-07:00Let’s talk about the weather today <p> I am 100 years old</p><p>And I bask in the sunlight </p><p><br /></p><p>Spread my arms</p><p>And dance with the ether </p><p><br /></p><p>Mischievously blow in the hearts</p><p>And whisper in the ears</p><p><br /></p><p> Abandon Abandon Abandon</p><p>The fight </p><p><br /></p><p>To love and dance </p><p>Is your legitimate right</p><p><br /></p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-48571754362667597532021-07-02T08:46:00.002-07:002021-07-02T08:46:55.336-07:00Way of love<p>There is only one</p><p> truth of life</p><p>To love</p><p><br /></p><p>Anything else</p><p>Is an illusion </p><p><br /></p><p>All my true relationships</p><p>Was of love</p><p><br /></p><p>All my true work</p><p>Was of love</p><p><br /></p><p>Even my true tears</p><p>Was of love</p><p><br /></p><p>Love is the magic</p><p>In this existential maze of life</p><p><br /></p><p>Love is the one</p><p>Consciousness </p><p><br /></p><p>To live is to love </p><p>To love is to live </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-70866998591299594772021-03-26T10:14:00.002-07:002021-03-26T10:15:39.244-07:00Eternity and beyond<p> Love can only quench the thirst</p><p>Called life</p><p><br /></p><p>And I wonder</p><p>The origin of consciousness </p><p><br /></p><p>May be</p><p>It was an explosion of the insatiable need </p><p>To explore love</p><p><br /></p><p>Love pulls</p><p>And pushes </p><p><br /></p><p>All the stories </p><p>We remember</p><p><br /></p><p>Are manifestations of love</p><p><br /></p><p>As if love is the ink </p><p>With which life is written</p><p><br /></p><p>It is also the story</p><p>And the writer</p><p><br /></p><p>Love is the music</p><p>And we are the flute</p><p><br /></p><p>And I wish</p><p>That love finds you</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-30954043494735433232021-03-17T07:44:00.003-07:002021-03-17T07:49:58.061-07:00The green and the ocean blue<p> Along the shore</p><p>I glanced over the sea</p><p><br /></p><p>And the colours </p><p>Blue </p><p>Entered deep in my heart </p><p><br /></p><p>As if my heart was deep enough </p><p>To contain the ocean </p><p><br /></p><p>And I looked at the sky</p><p>Blue, white clouds and the orange sun about to set</p><p>As I looked around the sands, the trees</p><p><br /></p><p>There was this presence</p><p>The colours of everything signified</p><p>It’s unique presence in our lives</p><p><br /></p><p>I was sitting on the beach </p><p>And the colours darkened gradually</p><p><br /></p><p>As if time </p><p>Is nothing but change of colours </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>And every moment </p><p>Simply a unique canvas</p><p><br /></p><p>And I saw the wick of a candle</p><p>Burning </p><p>And inspiring poets for generations</p><p><br /></p><p>As if the colours get tied so deeply</p><p>With the act of burning</p><p><br /></p><p>The hairs that became grey as one aged</p><p>And the radiance of the youth</p><p><br /></p><p>Every natural colour was alive </p><p><br /></p><p>Can’t help but notice human’s desire to paint</p><p>The tables </p><p>And the pixels in the phone</p><p><br /></p><p>Somehow human’s effort despite all it’s brilliance</p><p>Fell flat </p><p>Like a musician who had a bad day </p><p><br /></p><p>I guess it needed the soul of an artist </p><p>To give some life </p><p>To colours humans paint</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4195616677207652579.post-11230866883213693032020-12-28T10:28:00.000-08:002020-12-28T10:28:01.073-08:00Of a boundless experience <p> A connection </p><p><br /></p><p>Deeper than the sea</p><p>Wider than the sky</p><p><br /></p><p>Exists in solitude</p><p><br /></p><p>It’s unexplainable </p><p>As it’s beyond logic</p><p><br /></p><p>It cannot be passed on</p><p>As no language can ever do justice to it</p><p><br /></p><p>Yet, </p><p>Everyone knows that it exists</p><p><br /></p><p>As,I sip my tea </p><p>With the cosmos</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>rishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15503600798356873069noreply@blogger.com0