chimes of a forgotten melody

 Its just my first year here at blogosphere and the array of people and life which I became acquainted with had no boundaries. Perhaps it is this universal nature, the one which links us together, that keeps me going here. It was just a week back that a new friend, Juhi Roy, who writes some amazing entries at SHIHT ZOOO , nominated me for the Leibster Awards. It took some googling to understand what it was all about, and frankly when I knew about it I was just surprised someone really cared to nominate my blog. It is these small pleasures of friendship that keeps me again. Thank you again Juhi!  THE LIEBSTER AWARD, OFFICIAL RULES:   If you have been nominated for The Liebster Award AND YOU CHOOSE TO ACCEPT IT, write a blog post about the Liebster award in which you:   1. Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog.   2. Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using...

- Dedicated to, All my family members in Mumbai. Love you all! - Everyday I spent here in Mumbai - everyday of the past 5 years, everyday of finding myself holding onto that steel rod in a local train that displaces the working class from home to work and work to home - I would find myself bemused at man's intrinsic nature to survive! A city the size of Barbados, but holding more people than Greece; here survival becomes a daily routine, a routine that kept me immersed inside the sea of humanity, which found me neglecting my leaking roof, the crippled bed, and an ever shrinking room which would later turn too small to hold my 29 year old body. For every person in this ever shrinking metropolis, survival begins at bed, and ends there too! As the rikshawala honks his way through traffic, with his left leg kept gracefully underneath his right (which usually reminds me of some Hindu Gods you see in wallpapers), I am again reminded of the many roles people play in this c...

I. Ideologies on life, A stained window to view the world, Imperfect with acumen! II. Mind; permanently scarred, Repetitive fights with a melancholy heart, Heart - destined victor. III. A hapless poet, Then a pervasive spirit in flight, Burning thoughts to words. IV. Existence; tedious, diffusive, Ultimately growing inwards to void, Cycle of science! Notes My first real go at haiku, don't know whether I got the pattern right, hope to do better with subsequent attempts.

For every one of my family members who made last week memorable! ************* Begone times; like feathers of a red peacock, Covetingly beautiful - yet elusive! Boulevard through which we walked, Under the shade of Gulmohar trees, The path where fallen flowers decay, Where we met each other during a walk, Basked under the glory of spring. Red is the color of love, Red are the flowers of the Gulmohar, Take a breathe of all the red, Moments of red; which knit the path, Sincere smell of red; which makes us smile. Bereaved are flowers when they die, Seemingly distant but agonizingly close, One day all red will wither away, Seasons change - we may deject, But nature will continue the play. I look again at the flowers, Faithful forever would be my being, Towards nature - pots of colors she overturned onto my colorless life, Made us meet, showed us heart, Where we hid, till eternity came by!  ************* Notes Gulmohar ...