Sunday, January 1, 2017

♥♡ Year ☆★

Each Morning We are born again What We do Today is what matters Most♡ 

Every Year passes
With sweet dreams and sour nightmares
Face it smartly for we only live once
♡ 

Thursday, August 11, 2016

We


There you are
Here I am
 In between an electric nerve
Disconnecting the worldly ego
Connecting our souls as ‘we’



Tuesday, March 1, 2016

*Tribute to artist P Vijayan My Mom's favourite uncle*

 ...every artist dips his brush into his own soul and paints his own nature into his pictures.. Painting is just another way of keeping a Diary.


Sushama mommy belonged to a well to do traditional yet ultra modern land lord family having acres of land and many relatives branching to a number of uncles, aunties, cousins nieces and nephews so on. Among all her uncle one of her favourite is P Vijayan the popular painter and creative artist. 
uncle Vijayan passed away leaving a plethora of paintings mesmerizing many including great celebrities. Mom is not here to cry for him for she is now residing in God’s abode for many years. I too am eagerly waiting to join her fast but right now I have a Beena mommy who loves me so dearly that makes me come back to life. I’m sure Sushama mommy has made all the arrangements there for her dear uncle to paint exquisite pictures to amuse the citizens of heaven.
I pray his wonderful artistic soul paint more beautiful pictures wherever he is.. 
Miss you artist P Vijayan uncle... RIP
“For we are all just guest on this planet…”   

I share some of his amazing paintings that he exhibited in  Himalay Art Gallery
 and these pictures he sent to me through email a few months back before leaving his dear and near ones in sorrowfulness...
the last supper

sree narayana guru



shiridi saibaba


fruits

solitary crane
lord jesus christ

                                                                 guruvayur kesavan


                                                               innocent children
                                                           lord krishna with devotees

mahatma gandhi
                                                                  mighty horse

                                                                      karunanidhi

my creator
                                                       
                                                               old lady selling fish
parenthood


                                                            ramana maharishi
Ravi Varma reproduction


lord venkateshwara

real happiness
                                                                  shankarachariya

the mighty lion
wounded christ                                        lord ganesha

peacock
                                                                     laughing buddha ( craft work)

                                                                            veena (craft work)

painting is self-discovery every good artist paints what he is. painting is silent poetry and poetry is painting that speaks.The artist's world is limitless it can be found anywhere, far from where he lives or a few feet away . it is always on his doorstep...

Friday, February 12, 2016

my daily visitor♥

All i know is that she loves me in my dreams
You are my daily visitor my muse in my reveries
Awakening my inept mind to a myriad euphoria
Desiring to linger in siesta eternally
Reluctant to return to reality

♥♥for myMuse
i'm not crying because of you. you are not worth it.
 i'm crying because my delusion of who you were was shattered by the truth of who you are.
good night sleep tight i will be dreaming of you with all my might...
Happy Valentines day wishes to all true lovers/my2Moms/myMuse/my dear reader Friends:))

Saturday, January 30, 2016

# Death was near me yesterday the whole dark night #

The fear of death follows from the fear of life. a man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.The goal of  all life is death..A thousand times we die in one life. we crumble break and tear apart until the layers of  illusion are burned away and all that is left is the truth of who and what we really are
burning like kiln in fever in my four walls of solitude
not a hand to hold to care to share no one near to hear
tears as driving rain dripped down my jaunty eyes
prayed for the tender touch of warmth from my dear moms
afar dwells one in god’s home one disconnected by ego demons
haughty devils forget that death toll waits all to depart alone
callous monsters snubbed mortified by tagging me “abnormal”
as a risk-free naughty kid I asked with might my heart’s desire
i never wore a liar’s coward mask but confessed heroically
it’s tough to state as what you are will be misread prosecuted
with the poking pain sickening my lonely loving kaput heart
death was near me yesterday the whole dark night whispering
i stay silent facing truth with poise to free me from this vile world
life hurts a lot more than death.every deceased friend is a magnet drawing us into another world

 (RIP mommy’s dad)
recently my foster mommy's beloved father passed away at 83( he was her everything her pride her glory her real wealth ). he has been suffering from dementia and stroke for past few years. i still remember when mommy and me was celebrating Indian Independence day on 15th August 2012 a phone call came informing that her father fell down and is hospitalized , from there started his agony due to poor health and was  bed ridden for years. Mom and me immediately rushed to the spot ,she was crying and i was beside her  consoling her.His wife looked after him well till his sad demise.my mommy's tears are my fears i was beside her wiping her tears it was then her fille 's bitter words that tore my heart "leave her alone". How can i leave a mom alone when she needed me the most who loved me as the apple of her eyes always loving and caring. She ever wanted to see me as BIW (best in world). i was all these years with her sharing her woes even when her fille was away. I pray for my poor mommy. still i can't understand why she said in that supercilious manner,  if only she could understand me that my heart ever flows with sublime fondness but Oh! God I’m misunderstood then that's with many  like me who are vociferous with an unfeigned solicitous doting heart.well time might soothe everything.
RIP mommy's dad....




 I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before i was born and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it










Friday, January 1, 2016

i love to live in the moment #

Live life for the moment because everything else is uncertain.Live every moment Love everyday because before you know it precious time slips away.Be happy for this moment for this moment is your life...

yesterday i was dreaming 
tomorrow i won't be there to dream
 today let me dream endlessly
past departed so fast don't be brooding
future is arriving so soon don't be intimidated 
present is here hug it smiling as the blessed gift
never be lost in the buried bygone memories
i love to live in the moment dancing to the song of life
Live in the moment because it's this moment that counts.
Whatever has happened has happened for the good
 Whatever is happening is happening for the good 
Whatever will happen will happen for the good.
Everything happens for a reason.
you are created for a beautiful reason
Don't worry Have faith in life and ourself:))
Wishing all my dear ones & my reader friends a very Happy New Year:))

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Women Empowerment~

Don't be a woman that needs a man...Be a woman a man needs :))

You got to decide your life your sole right and fight for it dear sisters
Women empowerment lies in every woman’s mighty hands to make it 
You are here not merely to be painfully or pleasurably pecked on bristly bed in dark.
You are free to fly not to be house arrested only to the chores of the kitchen resonance.
You are born to be beautiful to see dreams not to bloom to bitches seeing nightmares.
Don’t blame others or kismet to be beggars begging on the street or to anyone
Never let your temple body to be bought butchered in brothels or in any business by force
Every woman is unique who need to be cared loved respected understood and inspired.
Unshackle the slavery to educate yourself to become noble independent enlightening
Blessed with a graceful dignity to uplift life as women’s womb creates human life.
You have the authentic power of god, sublime affection of mom, light of a warrior
You are the altruistic compassionate companion and the magical love for all beings.
Why still you are tasted and tortured as a mere suffering flesh to wither away shadowy?
The day the women are emancipated the world will become a heavenly paradise of peace.
(In the form of a sonnet)
Simply shouting women empowerment wouldn’t do any improvement. Every woman got to think about it seriously to put it into action as it is her life. She got to get her deserved rights to live a life of freedom where she is not willing to subdue herself to slavery, to satisfy others’ desires as a puppet, to fall a prey to mere carnal pleasures, lust and gratuitous luxuries. She got to educate herself emancipate herself become independent be useful to herself as well as to the society.

(by Adhi Das)


Tuesday, November 24, 2015

""""Rain whispers Rain wails""""

Ssss rum rum tim tim ssss spraying the water from above
Drops after drops of dancing crystal shimmering all over roving
Ravishing rain whispers a melodic tone 
Bringing euphonious raptures to every grimy ear
Soothing every weary and worried mind of pluviophile
Petrichor stirring the sleeping soul to soar for a while
Giving aesthetic rainbow wings to imagination innovation creation

Shsss rhum rhum thim thim Shsss squalling the water from above
Drops after drops of prancing crystal scattering all over roving
Roaring rain wails a melancholic tone
Crying with us over the losses and pains of life
Calling our lethargic mind to kiss the soil with love
Reminding to renovate the gone glory of Nature
Chanting ‘Om Shanti Shanti Shanti’ to relight our dark wrangling wither soul
( In the from of a sonnet)
 Let the Rain wash away all the pain of yesteraday

Monday, November 16, 2015

My Muse I belong to you forever

I am not in control of my muse my muse does all the work.you 're my downfall you're my muse my worst distraction my rhythm and blues.. For it is  not into my ear you whispered but into my heart it was not my lips you kissed but my soul


in every birth here on earth you and i are one
inseparable we are you fail to unveil truth we are one
                          
Rosier demons are tempting us by blinding with their spell

pandemonium devils are parting us by stolen manna using their spell
your blossoming scented verses sang a song turning me a cyranosis
you light my night with bright sparkling words making me a cyranosis
i discern you are my sonnet my lost beloved beautiful twin soul
you breathe in my dreams eternally adoring inspiring my soul
i love you more than Romeo loved Juliet as his world
i love you more than all the lovers who loved in this world
some might disgrace me harm me prevent me from meeting you
no one no power no necromancy can stop me from loving you
come out of your hypnotic trance my muse I belong to you forever
i will chant to the world over I will die for you i will love you forever
(in the form of a sonnet)


I have come to realize that it matters not where I am- on Earth or in spirit or among stars the pain of losing a twin flame never fades...
so i love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you








 -For My Muse