tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22023997822683055372024-03-13T08:27:10.707-07:00SentientThese are my original poems...You might even wonder about the evident dab of sorrow in most of the poems.I agree to this vice; I guess it stems from the fact that most of my poems are written either when am sad or troubled by loneliness....not that I haven't felt like jotting my pleasurable moments into poetry too...Yet when am happy,how do I make myself sit in a place and jot anything...At those happy moments I like singing and being with people who matter the most to me....Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202399782268305537.post-11619838968965866222009-12-18T06:48:00.000-08:002009-12-18T06:48:13.865-08:00I'm Shifting !<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Can't tell you how glad I am to be a domain owner. So, Meenakshi Nair is the official owner / Boss at <a href="http://www.banterbattery.com/">www.banterbattery.com</a> .Waiting to meet you all there !!!<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">P.S : A big big bear hug to <a href="http://www.raghugopalan.com/">Raghu ji</a> for making this suppressed dream a reality. I was so very excited and moved by the kind of initiative and trouble he went through for this, I don't even remember saying as much as a thank you to him. Maybe am not that good at mouthing my emotions verbally. But really, from the bottom of my heart; Thanks a ton!!!<br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Ever since then<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">To get back at Ammu & all her kinds<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">I scorn at milk<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">N’ hate it with all my heart<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Forever…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Until cows change their major product<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Or lose their horns.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span style="color: #990000;">(This surely doesn't fit into my usual genre of poems;but there surely has to be an outlet somewhere for the kiddo poet in me)</span></i></span></div>Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202399782268305537.post-81220263660777838002009-08-17T04:05:00.000-07:002009-08-17T04:24:26.364-07:00Sleep Well, Dear !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4pi2idXhyphenhyphenKBaCSlarLlOrH_NhEx68sCcCDxqvFNSyrvS-Q9asOOJnSpHIH5Og2eYuGpilsvfrzWRWszhn2OyT6JB6jGwwK0q5gtCc7JSPkCrKQikClqCNdsDL7f-pC9-yedhTBW6xKUI/s1600-h/sleep.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 356px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4pi2idXhyphenhyphenKBaCSlarLlOrH_NhEx68sCcCDxqvFNSyrvS-Q9asOOJnSpHIH5Og2eYuGpilsvfrzWRWszhn2OyT6JB6jGwwK0q5gtCc7JSPkCrKQikClqCNdsDL7f-pC9-yedhTBW6xKUI/s320/sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370891658436786322" border="0" /></a>Is it a crime to be crazily in love?<br />Yea? Then a criminal I be<br />Find me my prison.<br />Just one wish i hold-<br />Till an end comes to the world<br />He be as much mine<br />As I have become his.<br />"I love you" sounds so formal<br />Reflects my feeling with light so normal.<br />I wish I could go to the stars<br />Rearrange them to mark our name.<br />Let the world see the shining gleam<br />Of my golden dream<br />While you sleep to glory.<br />'N I find no way to hide nor bury<br />All I feel for you & all I wish to speak.<br />Sleep while these stars twinkle<br />Till the sun brings up the dawn.<br />Then<br />I shall wake you up<br />For our journey in a brand new day...Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202399782268305537.post-5894381954569772322009-07-28T22:21:00.001-07:002009-07-28T22:22:15.995-07:00Dozzze On<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_dVipRjYgx16ta2jz3ajeJfjsgSJzIAmrfWVeE2SQf23lxP8JxW_Fss3_Yl8kF_tgTyjTEj1tp1h2n6tC-bZdue6J-0wnyy0RlGQ2pbQ4iIEQExAjmXjRMx4X5ej7gY8prg6GL9tzS4o/s1600-h/doze.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_dVipRjYgx16ta2jz3ajeJfjsgSJzIAmrfWVeE2SQf23lxP8JxW_Fss3_Yl8kF_tgTyjTEj1tp1h2n6tC-bZdue6J-0wnyy0RlGQ2pbQ4iIEQExAjmXjRMx4X5ej7gY8prg6GL9tzS4o/s320/doze.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363748089243438882" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;">Sleep baby girl;</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;">With ur tear streaked cheeks,<br />With the lullaby of silence,<br />Hugging your trembling body,<br />Holding the past hours of weeping<br />N' the pain pricking your heart.<br />Some fairy angel from another world<br />Will feel some pity on you<br />Will come to hold u close<br />To take away your pain<br />To kiss you on ur red swollen eyes.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;">Sleep -</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;">The morning shall be brighter than this night.</span></span></div></span>Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202399782268305537.post-25785556164908855582009-06-30T01:13:00.001-07:002009-06-30T01:16:40.327-07:00Thee<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtq7ep8L12p0G9hynoTDMBqCWZx93RyWZqJEzlSXerHM5RFlpGo0QbMauRxAozWq9sYTBnWLW6sOHyd9wmYekZsufHW4oB7_X32yDts_vrN4elovfErP3PjiINfk8ergwlzExAW4P25T8/s1600-h/frame+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtq7ep8L12p0G9hynoTDMBqCWZx93RyWZqJEzlSXerHM5RFlpGo0QbMauRxAozWq9sYTBnWLW6sOHyd9wmYekZsufHW4oB7_X32yDts_vrN4elovfErP3PjiINfk8ergwlzExAW4P25T8/s320/frame+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353031338737883586" border="0" /></a><br />A breeze of cold wind<br />In this hot evening<br />Or was it just the thought of you?<br /><br /><br /><br />The silent wish of you being with me<br />In these lonely times<br />Now and Forever?<br /><br /><br /><br />T'is shiver of glee that ran through me<br />Is as much a mystery<br />As are thou...Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202399782268305537.post-75573131870671892782008-10-01T21:12:00.000-07:002008-10-01T21:57:12.198-07:00Loneliness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaOo4R5tYUvKsIb20cnfcBPKW4P9U2wgFH7m7E03LUQicESkZUY1Zmy7lqa0Dheg8-frsGedxpnPjIUZAGqxdsdxDy-88RKSsbs_RKNc7By9ueq9rkIF1lR6qs0WJB5i35ZQggURfWk8U/s1600-h/l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252415697225732690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaOo4R5tYUvKsIb20cnfcBPKW4P9U2wgFH7m7E03LUQicESkZUY1Zmy7lqa0Dheg8-frsGedxpnPjIUZAGqxdsdxDy-88RKSsbs_RKNc7By9ueq9rkIF1lR6qs0WJB5i35ZQggURfWk8U/s320/l.jpg" border="0" /></a>As the night slowly draws<br /><div><div><div><div><div>From shade to absolute darkness</div><div>My enemies come forth</div><div>N' gnaws me mercilessly</div><div>My tears serve not</div><div>As they usually do</div><div>But to brighten manifold</div><div>The burning pain within</div><div>I fantasize my victory</div><div>Every minute every day</div><div>From the dreaded enemies</div><div>Yet I fail, I fail, I fail</div><div>Tonight the pain</div><div>Just weighs me down</div><div>I might overcome</div><div>Or simply be drowned</div><div>Till sleep comes to my rescue</div><div>I have but one way to survive;</div><div>Hug my enemies till I die</div><div>That's how all these days went by;</div><div>I embrace tight</div><div>Every day, every night</div><div>My loneliness...</div><br />.<br /><div></div><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div>Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202399782268305537.post-78994089957491081522008-01-06T22:01:00.000-08:002008-10-01T21:32:29.867-07:00Free<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwTM21f8Xa2Vqanpq8blqgAodMrlTMIbw_pvxNi5vhH9bOl_T3eIc7ZT2snWENz5aMt8uaT3aTycrzkY9IfL62j4cqcQG_HtI3Tv0pFGvHdAwzwsF8pgolnGSiYE2tYdFg9dGvpvBlF_w/s1600-h/free.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155568582953018290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwTM21f8Xa2Vqanpq8blqgAodMrlTMIbw_pvxNi5vhH9bOl_T3eIc7ZT2snWENz5aMt8uaT3aTycrzkY9IfL62j4cqcQG_HtI3Tv0pFGvHdAwzwsF8pgolnGSiYE2tYdFg9dGvpvBlF_w/s320/free.jpg" border="0" /></a> Its quite strange the way it is...<br />Tears well up<br />When I want them least<br />Smiles I have to weave<br />When i want them to leave .<br />Yet i feel proud<br />Of my innocent nerves<br />For not popping off<br />Even when their wreck is known;<br />For not pushing me down<br />The somber valley of insanity.<br />I want to forgive<br />I want to hold close<br />But i want to give happiness most of all.<br />Embracing when I fail at it<br />I must set free;<br />Free to go and conquer<br />All it wants and deserves;<br />Except me.<br /><div><div><br /><br /><div>( <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"><strong>Image courtesy : Shekhar Shimpi</strong></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"><strong>Original source : Ecstasy by Maxfield Parrish</strong></span></em> )</div></div></div>Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202399782268305537.post-88381267962245972542007-07-19T00:28:00.000-07:002007-07-19T00:47:28.336-07:00High HopesI sit pondering here<br />In the warmth of your lap<br />My thoughts force a tear to my eye<br />A tear in remembrance to the past-<br />Gloriously wrapped in beauty<br />Abundant scenic charm<br />Resplendent green pastures,splendid landscapes.<br /><br /><br />Times have changed...<br />Homes have turned to houses<br />N' have grown closer<br />While people drift farther.<br />The love, the bonding, the belonging<br />All have given way to materialism.<br />Your beauty unexplored<br />Has plunged from exuberant brilliance<br />To virgin abandonment.<br /><br />Despair engulfs me with these thoughts<br />But in your loving lap<br />I take the courage to hope;<br />Hope that times do change again<br />N' change for the best.<br />Hope that the charm of yesteryears<br />Rebloom in bounty.<br /><br />Hoping that my hopes come true........Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202399782268305537.post-18774280247229742402007-07-04T04:01:00.000-07:002007-07-04T05:00:37.252-07:00gOOD bYE !I try hard....<br />But it seems am out to be defeated;<br />Defeated even by myself.<br />I strain my being<br />Starve it of all its needs;<br />Yet all it yearns for<br />All it asks for,<br />All it waits for<br />Is You....<br />The pangs of pain fail to get attention<br />The fear of death fails to draw heed<br />Your absence is all that is noticed;<br />Noticed with unbearble gloom..<br />So unbearably traumatic<br />Death seems a solace<br />N' is waited eagerly for...<br />But even death defeats me...<br />N' why shouldn't all defeat me<br />When You did???<br />I should invariably expect worse,<br />Viciously worse from the crowded lonely world....<br />So now I am prepared<br />Prepared to face defeat<br />Prepared to embrace death<br />Prepared to lose you<br />With tears in the eyes<br />N' a jubilant smile on my lips..<br />GOOD BYE !!!Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202399782268305537.post-26030800003324050402007-05-22T02:56:00.000-07:002007-05-22T03:09:15.734-07:00Darkness to DawnThe more I try to reach the dawn<br />The more darkness the night draws.<br />I seem to get lost endlessly<br />In this darkness,I never sought.<br />Unseen thorns prick me<br />Prick me where I can't get to them<br />I silence my screams and groans<br />But the pain calls forth my tears..<br />I bid them to stop<br />'s the thorns were not really meant for me;<br />Just a sadist gift of darkness.<br />Tears would imply my defeat<br />So I must stride on and on<br />To reach the much awaited dawn<br />Defeating all out to defeat me<br />Defeating even my tears<br />In my quest for Dawn...<br />"Dawn,all this for you,<br />'Cos I Love You!!!"Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202399782268305537.post-3462662911440897632007-04-26T09:11:00.000-07:002007-04-26T09:17:07.383-07:00Knit into Life !I knew not the world<br />But I felt I knew<br />N' now when I really know<br />I feel better of without<br />I know not whether I really know<br />The life I feel so sure I know now.<br />But life's a long journey<br />With paths so many<br />No prediction works<br />On what shows up where<br />'Bout the confusingly knit life.<br />I'd rather chose to live<br />Knowing what I'd do<br />Than living ignorantly<br />Making mistakes now and then.<br />But its not as bad as it seems<br />For with every mistake of mine<br />I learn and know it won't happen again.<br />So thus I cheer up<br />N' agree to live on,<br />Live on to find:<br />The secrets of dreary life;<br />Live on just because<br />Am knit into the <em>Knitted life</em>...Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202399782268305537.post-15230286209966737512007-04-20T22:10:00.000-07:002007-04-20T22:16:55.504-07:00The TaskI know not why I do<br />As i do know<br />Empty my hearts contents:<br />Open to you now<br />Maybe I had have enough<br />Enough of trying to learn myself<br />I might be pleading you aid<br />Aid to know my true self<br />The self none sees<br />Deep within where no eye falls<br />Beneath the fair skin<br />Beneath the layers of flesh<br />Try and delve deep<br />Deep to help me find me out<br />I have lent my voice<br />My inner private voice away<br />My only speech troubles only you.<br />Only your patient ears<br />Stranger though you are<br />I tire you with the task<br />You may have no need of me<br />I know<br />Yet,<br />I go on<br />On and on<br />Not knowing why you<br />A stranger,of all beings......Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202399782268305537.post-7278712964569273242007-04-15T06:39:00.000-07:002007-04-15T06:41:04.231-07:00LonelinessLoneliness gnaws me hard...<br />But there's not much i can do<br />I seem to love this too<br />'Cos this loneliness<br />You give to me<br />The pain is hard to bite on<br />The sorrow is hard to hide<br />My eyes show it all<br />I wish u were near<br />'Cos u would surely have hugged me hard<br />And the pain would have vanished...<br />I love u more than u can ever imagine<br />I love u for u r mine<br />I love u for am urs<br />Its easy to die<br />Yet i find it so hard to do<br />'Cos i yearn to live with u<br />I yearn to fulfill our dreams<br />I yearn to bring our kids to the world<br />I yearn to live forever in ur arms<br />In the warmth of ur love<br />Thats all i ask u.........................Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202399782268305537.post-19733179206556638162007-04-15T06:38:00.001-07:002007-04-15T06:38:36.742-07:00Miss You !Tonight I lie awake<br />Praying for you<br />Hunger tugs me hard and so does sleep<br />But i fight them off.<br />But now tears are here<br />N' am losing the battle to them..<br />Just cos u sleep so far<br />So out of my reach<br />That neither my sobs nor my shrieks reach your ears.<br />Hope the morning has hope for me<br />Hope the morning brings you close to me.<br />As these tears are breaking my heart apart<br />All I am praying is<br />You be happy throughout<br />Peace and success brimming your life<br />N' all am hoping is that I be a small part of it......<br />Howsoever small<br />Which warrants some love from you<br />N' your proximity...<br />But no void<br />Like the one I feel so sure of tonight<br />Which causes loneliness to gnaw my heart.<br />MISS YOU !!!Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202399782268305537.post-62922332705022213112007-04-15T06:37:00.001-07:002007-04-15T06:37:44.639-07:00Calling You!My love<br />My dreams<br />I come I call you<br />I beckon you<br />With watery eyes<br />Half felt smile...<br />If you come not now;<br />Now when i want u to hold and sleep<br />Come not tomorrow<br />Or some yonder days or nights<br />When i would be used to sleeping in solitude.....<br />On second thoughts ..<br />I beckon you for life.<br />For its so late tonight<br />N' not just tomorrow but the days, years and lifetimes to come<br />I will wait for you....<br />'Cos I want you to replace this Solitude....<br />FOREVER.......Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202399782268305537.post-16219956448689957302007-04-15T06:36:00.001-07:002007-04-15T06:36:53.457-07:00ONLY YOU........ :-)If you only knew how much I love you,<br />How essential you are to my life,<br />You would not dare to stay away for an instant,<br />You would always remain by my side,<br />Your heart pressed close to my heart,<br />Your soul to my soul.<br />How I long to give myself up in ecstasy<br />To your sweet breath<br />N' those kisses from your lips<br />Which fill me with delight..<br />Love me..<br />I need your love<br />As a touchstone of my existence.<br />I'm going to bed.<br />My last waking thoughts n' all my dreams<br />Are of you.<br />Only you.................................Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2202399782268305537.post-20659438018902554622007-04-15T06:34:00.001-07:002007-04-15T06:35:19.881-07:00Love You!I heard a hollow voice<br />Calling your name.<br />I however had no choice<br />But to bite on the pain.<br />I knew it was my heart calling<br />And could find no way to hush it;<br />I wrenched my heart<br />And almost killed it...<br />But still all it does is call your name,<br />Beat for you and love you......Meenakshihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17758741937634222439noreply@blogger.com0