All around, other things will happen,
Some happy, some sad, some gen..
Its all in the game called life,
All in all, its a double edged knife..

There are times to be happy,
and there are times to be sad..
One is meant to make you yippey,
and the other to make it a tad bad

Its upto us to make the shift,
and not create any kind of rift
Have to make the shift fast,
and leave behind the past!


Times change but slowly,
And so do people..
One day, you’ve to too,
Lest you wanna be left behind!

Realisation dawns,
Not too early,
Not too late,
But just at the right time.

Heeding to it is good,
Makes it a lot easier!
Than just sitting n brooding,
Going neither back or forward!

Time is the master,
Let it do the works,
Things shall happen,
Just as they are supposed to.

That something is no more just something,
Its turned into helluva a lot more!
Am I overdoing it all a wee bit?
I just hope I am not 🙂

Enveloped by a strange quiet,
Feeling lost in a world all my own..
Everything’s still the same,
Yet, it all seems so different.

I am lazy and full of energy at the same time,
But just how can that be?
Even my sense of logic seems lost,
Am I living in empty spaces?

Standing in the middle of nowhere,
No sign posts to tell me where to go.
I seem to be stuck here, far too long,
Should I fit in or will things fix themselves?

The old something seems gone,
Will I ever get it back?
Or atleast figure out what that something is?
Am I still me? Or someone else?

Kaalai ezhundavudan kuzhiyal,
Ammavin kai samiyal;
Serndhirukka kodi nanbargal,
Manam engudhada annaatkal…

One of my few attempts at poetry in tamil 🙂 My tribute to those 12 or so golden years in school! Roughly translated, it goes like this:

A bath as soon as you get up,
Food made from Mom’s hands,
A million friends to be with,
My mind yearns for those days..

PS: ok, kodi = crore != million

The grass may be greener on the other side,
But at stake most times is your own pride,
Gotta be content with what you got,
But better things are always worth a shot!

There is no point in fret and fume,
It can only lead to your own doom.
One cant afford not to learn from the past,
And you have no choice but to be fast.

Why I write these lines I dont know
Its not that I am feeling down or low;
A lot of thoughts run through my mind,
Of each and every conceivable kind.

I keep denying the reality,
Whats with this mentality?
I sit at a saddle point now,
Reach I did this point how?

Time to pull myself up of this,
After all, it aint a state of bliss.
I’ve done it quite a few times before,
Let me do it before it becomes even more…

One of those poems that reflects my state of mind at the time of writing.. the moody me..

The road ahead appears narrow and dark,
People are there all around,
Some walking, some waiting,
Some stand still not knowing what to do..

As I inch closer to my destination,
My legs get wearier, I feel weaker,
The humidity saps the strength out of my body,
I slow down and move on slowly and steadily.

As I watch, quite a few overtake me,
But it hardly bothers me;
My speed slackens but not my spirit,
I keep pushing myself just that bit harder to keep up the pace.

The sun peeps from the edge of the horizon,
The street lights start to come on one by one,
I manage to get past one or two,
But many others have already passed by me.

Drenched in sweat, I feel completely exhausted,
I step down to take a break at the corner shop,
Sip a drink and enjoy its coolness,
As I realize its getting late and its time to buckle up.

As I climb onto my cycle I feel a surge of energy,
The road suddenly seems to have become wider,
And all the potholes have gone to fend elsewhere,
The new layer of tar makes the ride a pleasure!

Its not soon that I reach a traffic junction,
The red signal stops me in my tracks;
I have no choice but to wait,
But soon, I am back on my way.

I can now spot some ahead in the distance,
Those who went past me sometime ago;
I wonder if I can ever catch up with them,
The sight of them makes me determined to push myself;

Quickening up my pace,
I move ahead hoping to make up for lost time,
The many speed breakers look as though
They remind me that I just cant go fast

The road too is filled with stones strewn all over
Rugged and tough, my tyres take a real beating
Just as I start pondering my next step,
The back tyre gets screwed up…

Something that came to me as I was cycling back to campus from home one day.. Part 2 still awaits