My life's story he paints..

I hold in my hand a color palette...

lies in front of me a canvas, immaculate.

The colors are still wet, their color still fresh...

Strokes of serenity await,  a soaked brush.

Vivid is the picture, desires engender it's  intensity...

Ambitions render it depth, bring actions profundity.

The search for purpose fuels, casts lights and shades...

Sense of fulfillment completes the portrait, life's image.

The artist in me, for his happiness yearns....

With a brush and palette about colors of joy, he learns.

My head,heart and hands he uses, they despise pains...

Happy moments fill the canvas, my life's story he paints.

Love's dignity

The world may say, "Exaggeration!",

when I say,"I 'll love you forever".

It may brand my love,"desperation!",

When I say,"We'll spend every moment together".

The world will always create aberrations,

On the path of my love for you.

It shall always cast demeaning appellations,

At the pristine bond between me and you.

Today I stand amidst all of them,

Demanding the world to come to face with me.

For our Love's honour and dignity are due,

I will have it from them, even if death come to me...

We are meant to be..

It was a spark, a sudden burst of energy,

showing me a glimpse of my destiny...

It was a sound,an enchanting melody,

ringing in my life,harmony

It was an odour, spreading through the air,

capitivating every breath in me..

It was a touch,an invigorating stimulation,

sending ripples through me...

It was blissful, tons of joys and peace,

Filled my heart's treasury...

It was ephemeral, yet an indelible impression, 

left on my memory...

It was a moment, pristine love engendered,

Indeed in unison, we are meant to be....

My last sight

I saw you cuddled up in the quilt that night,

into the world of dreams you had taken flight.

You seemed to hold the pillow in a tight grip,

countenanced a smile, which lurked on your lips.

Strewn on your face were a few strands of hair,

you seemed to sweat, maybe it was the humid air.

The refulgence of your cheeks; Oh! so bright,

filled the darkness within me with pure light.

I saw your curves, your grace and poise,

as you lay there unaware, spreading joys.

I saw you cuddled up in the quilt that night,

wishing before death do me, that be my last sight

My friend, you shall be ...

How often do friendships go bad because of an argument or disagreement over a point of view ? Over perceptions ? Why is it so important for us that our friends share the same point of view and perceptions as us ? Why is it that we try to own the person we are close with ? Why is it that we cannot live with the fact that our friends may not like everything in us ? Why is it that we expect our friends to endure all of the above ?

Friends have been vital to my existence and struggle. During the course of my life I made only a few of them, each as hard headed and as opinionated as yours truly. Many a times we fought ruthlessly over an issue and a few minutes after that resumed as if nothing happened. We dislike each other for many things yet hang out with each other. Is it desperation ? NO!!

The force has been our ability to understand that we are different individuals with different attributes, strengths and weaknesses. The bonding has existed because we know each one of us will be there for the other come what may. The contentment stems from the fact that we don't hide our feelings and grievances from each other. The assurance from the 'n' instances where they have not hesitated in highlighting their concerns over what I was doing. That has been the essence of my friendship with my friends and i cannot help but not find a single moment of regret with them. Such people will forever be my friends and this my definition of friendship.

When life is beautiful, why do I need a reason to smile ...??

How often have we heard people preaching about how we should take pleasure in the small happinesses we find in life to ensure perennial joy in our life ? Often.Well, I guess I am going to do the same here, but in my own small way.

We often talk about perceptions and how the same action can evoke hundreds of different responses to it. We also go one step ahead and claim that one should be allowed to have his own sweet little perception and not try to impose pur perceptions on them. Right? I have faced many up's in my professional career and many downs in my emotional career. I was so divided between them that I perceived myself to be two different human beings in one body, two minds within a soul. I was so throttled by these two worlds that I began to loose grip over my sanity. Finally I decided to take a break, affect a hiatus on my emotional career and sideline it hoping that time would heal it as they say," Time heals everything". He he. The irony is that they also say ,"God helps those who help themselves" ;).

The only result of my action was a suffocation, a desire to breal free from those strangulating shackles; a desire to dive back into that quick sand. The dive would have only meant more misery. Hence I was left with a choice between suffocation and misery and as would be obvious it was a dilemma. I feel this a dilemma many of us face as things dear to our heart cannot be burried nor can they be simply vented out. We need to come to terms with them, take them along in our stride. Right? I guess I managed to do that by ensuring I amalgammate the two careers of my life and then weigh out the positive incidents with the negative ones. The balance was tilted in favour of the positive ones. The point was that I realised that I cannot have evrything in my life.  You win some, you loose some. This was the realisation that brought me back my sanity and more importantly an understanding of what had been happening in my life. By understanding I mean acceptance.

I guess this is the message I want to convey here. We cannot have evrything in life. It would do us good to juxtapose the good and the bad nad then see the brighter side of our whole life and not deal with it in parts . Like a song which would sound like a cacophony if some tunes in the middle were left out. So, go out there sing the whole song, not just a part of it and the music would only be sweet.

The Reclamation has begun

The pen name of descrying the shadows will forever be dear to me as it shall stand as a hallmark of a phase of my life which showed me the abyss of my weaknesses, the strengths of my charachter, a true picture of what I really am and lessons I shall remember for life..

I start the reclamation with a new blog, a new spirit.. wish me luck