Venu Ragam

Wind so fresh blowing its mystic scent
like that very old perfume,
A fresh feel deep from heart
like that seed's first fresh leaf.

The old tree swing.

Time when u feel ur lost, for a long time, soo long that u have forgotten ur fundamental base-line, on which u have built ur life so far. Such moment inn.... even the "stone cold men" feel LOST. Yeah the real deep meaning of LOST.

I was in this crucial juncture n made my self totally a half dead and the other half? something else!

Child in a swing forgets everything he jus lives the moment of joy, delivery by that extreme heights of SWING. Same thing happened - almost.... which gave me, myself back..that's the bliss of "the old tree swing".

The mantra is.."YOUR happiness lies in ur hands" in a sense,the mantra boils down to analyzing what ur assets are, how you can maximize them n how you can play down your weaknesses. In my lingo, that is called SWOT analysis which is an abbreviation for Strengths, Weaknesses,Opportunities and threats.
That critical assessment is not the end. It is to b benchmarked against what u wish to be. And therein lies the rub. All of must have aspirations but the key to the modicum of contentment is to c that it is in lines with our findings of SWOT. We can certainly leverage our strengths n try hard to excel in life.....like that swinging child on that old tree.

ROMANTIC FIRST LINE,LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE

WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKED FOR A TWO-LINE RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE, BUT THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE

This is the winner:-

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife,
Marrying you screwed up my life.

I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.

I thought that I could love no other --
that is until I met your brother.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.

I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off your face.

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes --
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!

My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe “'Go to hell.”'

What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts tequila, one part lime.

The train of life.....

The Train Of Life
~Unknown Author~

Some folks ride the train of life,
Looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.

They sit in long remembrance,
Of days and years gone by,
And think the best is what once was,
And hang their heads and cry.

But i don't concern my self with that,
I take a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.

I want to see what's coming up,
Not look back at the past,
Life's too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.

I want to feel the wind of change,
Blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
As i move from place to place .

Life's best moments are yet to be,
And wait around the bend.
New relations and adventures,
That the future's sure to send.

So if the ride gets bumpy,
While you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find,
Your life has jumped the track.

Years may blur your memories,
So you can't tell the details apart.
But nothing blurs the moments..
They are etched upon your heart.

LIfe is a mission

Its just a random thoughts which i have got..in a mid night coffee session with Karthik....hey thanks dude for that wonderful philosophical discussions.

I really dt knw if this post makes any sense or not but its just random sparks

Life is a mission. Every other definition of life is false, and leads all who accept it astray. Religion, science, philosophy, though still at variance upon many points, all agree in this, that every existence is an aim.Every action has an expected result,every dream has its own reason for existence,every feeling has a root cause,ask that guy who is in cloud nine he has his own reason to celebrate,ask that men who slept without food,he has his own story.Ask that broken heart guy who is smoking under that romantic moon light, he has his own saga.

Have you ever really loved a woman?

This the lyrics of a track by Bryan Adams.......i really enjoyed the track....n it's true,check it out the lyrics.......

Have you ever really loved a woman? To really love a woman,To understand her,You've got to know her deep inside....Hear every thought,See every dream,And give her wings when she wants to fly.Then when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms....You know you really love a woman, When you love a woman,You tell her that she's really wanted.When you love a woman,You tell her that she's the one.She needs somebody, to tell her that it's gonna last forever.So tell me have you ever really ... really, really ever loved a woman?To really love a woman,Let her hold you,Till you know how she needs to be touched.You've got to breathe her, really taste her,Till you can feel her in your blood.And when you see your unborn children in her eyes ...You know you really love a woman.When you love a woman,You tell her that she's really wanted.When you love a woman,You tell her that she's the one.She needs somebody, to tell her that it's gonna last forever.So tell me have you ever really ... really, really Loved a women?

The Goblet of LifE

ONCE I held a well-carved brimming goblet,--
In my two hands tightly clasp'd I held it,
Eagerly the sweet wine sipp'd I from it,
Seeking there to drown all care and sorrow.

Amor enter'd in, and found me sitting,
And he gently smiled in modest fashion,
Smiled as though the foolish one he pitied.

"Friend, I know a far more beauteous vessel,
One wherein to sink thy spirit wholly;
Say, what wilt thou give me, if I grant it,
And with other nectar fill it for thee?"

Oh, how kindly hath he kept his promise!
For to me, who long had yearn'd, he granted
Thee, my Lida, fill'd with soft affection.

When I clasp mine arms around thee fondly,
When I drink in love's long-hoarded balsam
From thy darling lips so true, so faithful,
Fill'd with bliss thus speak I to my spirit
"No! a vessel such as this, save Amor
Never god hath fashion'd or been lord of!
Such a form was ne'er produced by Vulcan
With his cunning, reason-gifted hammers!
On the leaf-crown'd mountains may Lyaeus
Bid his Fauns, the oldest and the wisest,
Pass the choicest clusters through the winepress,
And himself watch o'er the fermentation:
Such a draught no toil can e'er procure him!"

Thanks John Oliver for the inputs.....

You just drive me crazy….

The following is some scribbling dnt knw you really call it as poetry.....but i feel it ...i express it.....

Hooo sounds of the nature the big thunders making me not any more me

Heavy rain, moon soo tender making me crazy…yeah really crazy

Standing in the corridors of lab….wearing a shorts and light Te

Lightning hitting me and sound of the thunder….just missing a hot coffee…..

Totally forgot abt the reaction running on the lab bench…..

Romantic songs with heavy metal mix made my feet tap …..hooo

What sense this writing is making ? I dnt knw….

Trance conquered me…..ruling me…..nature just driving me crazy…..

Hey my dream gal…….where r u?

Even do u think abt me sometimes?

Take my message of “missing u” here am sending by this wind……

Take my “soft concern” here am sending by this moon’s light…

You knw…..my dream gal…..m knows as a serious workaholic in my lab….

Now am just jumping and dancing at night 12:15am in lab …..

“Pranay” my project student is just shocked looking at me……

Me making mad a mad? Or madness making me more mad…

I dnt knw n I dnt even wanna knw m enjoying this tipsy feelin’……

….I think this rain and wind jointly planned to make me crazy…..

Wanna romance all the night with the wind……hooo shit what’s happening to me ?

Need to submit monthly research report 2morro…..

I dnt care….lee me enjoy this trance…lemme die…..