Can it ever be the same again???

Why do I think so much about the past when the future has so many things to offer?

Why do I find myself wanting to get back the things that I enjoyed so much in the past?

Will I ever get to see my friends the way they used to be?

Can I get back to the way I was?

The answer, clearly, is stupidity for the first two and a NO for the rest.

And yet, the mind refuses to let go...

Then, my own :)

Wrote this during my undergrad years, inspired by nature and my own state at that time - my first and probably last venture into writing verse:

From Darkness

The mind was restless,
Thoughts uncomposed.
A dismal stage of my life
Seemed determined not to pass.
Everything suggested despair
My spirit seemed crushed.

Hoping to find light,
I looked up at the night sky.
Only to see nature appear as doleful as me.
Plunging all things in dark,
The moon went behind the clouds
And my forehead, into my palms.

A moment went by.
Driving away the dark,
Light filled up the night.
I looked up expectantly.
The moon was shining,
Its glory overruled all things morose.

Everything will pass.

And one more

In the mood for my favourite lines today... So, here is another one

தேடிச்சோறு நிதம் தின்று
பல சின்னஞ்சிறு கதைகள் பேசி
மனம் வாட துன்பம் மிக உழன்று
பிறர் வாட பல செயல்கள் செய்து
நரை கூடி கிழப்பருவம் எய்தி
கொடுங்கூற்றுக்கிரையாகி மாயும்
பல வேடிக்கை மனிதரை போல
நானும் வீழ்வேனென்று நினைத்தாயோ
-பாரதி

And I attempted a translation of this verse. Did I really think I could translate Bharathi?! No! But I thought I would give it a sincere try. And it was hard indeed! So with due apologies, in my own space, will live my translation of these powerful lines.

Like these amusing people,

Who seek their daily rice and dose of rumor;
Are hurtful and themselves suffer;
Age and grey doing nothing but

And then fall prey
To spiteful words spoken of them
After passing their length of time,

Did you imagine that I too would fail?

A few of my favourite lines...

When the spirit rises and commands
The gods are willing to obey!
- Ella Wheeler

And this:
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight
They, while their companions slept
Were toiling upwards in the night
- Wordsworth

And this:
Live like you were to die tomorrow;
Learn like you were to live forever
- Gandhi

How some things enthuse me!!

Leave Behind Beauty or Leave Nothing Behind

I'm very fond of one simple philosophy. "Everyplace you go, everything you use, when you leave, leave it as it were untouched if not bettered". I try my best to live up to it.

From cleaning up the kitchen after you are done, heading to "As a courtesy to the next passenger, may we suggest you wipe the sink?", cleaning the comb and the fallen hair on the floor. Doesn't take ten seconds after each use, but paves the way to living in clean, pleasant homes.

To things like leaving camp grounds without a human trace, leaving nature pristine to posterity. Things have been done and advances made. Some very beautiful - mankind has indeed bettered some things! But there are some messy things that we have done that will disgust the next users of our planet, if we do not clean up after ourselves.

I promise, I'll clean up after myself. I'm no artist to make ordinary things beautiful, but let me, at the least, not make matters worse.