Bubble

With the light air inside

Swaying selflessly in the air

So light as It will burst

Into a thousand droplets

If I try to touch it

To feel is altruism

Away from the single source

It flew up slowly to the sky

With its shining shell of beauty

Showing me its colours in a spectrum

Of a single ray of setting sun

Inviting me to touch it

To feel the selfless way of life

Asking me to break the shackles

And sway in the air like the bubble

So humble and gentle up in the air

This might be just an illusion

Mere Fantasy or a dream

Still i see it swaying in the air

With enchanting shell of beauty

Inviting me to touch it and feel it

So selflessly to burst into a thousand droplets.......


----Kris

I will forget you one day

Pre Script :

Ok.so Ram is far from home..i mean he was already far from home..given his home is in Calicut and he was in Chennai...but now he is far from Chennai 2....he is in a small tiny miny place where his "branded" stomach refuses to digest the local food..he told me that even Lian (one of our very caring colleague/senior/friend) has allowed him to skip food...because the food is actually bad...i doubt whether the following poem is just an outcome of his empty stomach, occasionally filled with tender coconut???...anyways whatever...

he told me that he is again seeing rainbow in dark night sky (this once happened b4 and the result were a bunch of poems on love which i think i have published, may be or may be not..)..i wish he is ok...but then his insanity is the only sign of him being in his senses ...lol :D :D.....

he exclusively asked me to check out this poem when he seldom mentions about his writings in any of our conversation...its a silent Gmail affair ;)....he told me he is into "realistic sadness" (a poetic term coined by him?..may be who knows) and that the poem ll prove it....

now when i read this i am sure of two things...

first the realistic sadness is not a term coined by him..the poem is reallly a reality and sad...

second i know tender coconut has nothing to do with the poem...it has to do with a real person..sad as it may sound..but i know its no fiction...anyways sit back and enjoy...

I will forget you one day
The days of million emotions we shared
Discussing things of which we were scared
I will forget all these one day
Like the day fading into its dusk
Our promises will fade away into the dark


New relations and more people between us
Will make us shout to hear each other
Where once we heard each other`s heartbeat
Even when we were miles apart

Impatience of the infancy will grow up
Even if we never wanted it to happen
Life will go so busy for us
Leaving us less time time to turn back
And thus our past will fade away
Into mere dusted old tales of life
The same past were we celebrated our relation
Like a new beginning till the very end of our life

As the melting glaciers of the poles
It will be very slow,but still melting
Just like the way we came close
I will forget you one day
Place you in my shelves of past
Which I rarely or never go through
I will forget you one day
Just like the way we met one day

--------Kris

HAIKU and more Haiku

I should have posted this in march or so...those were the days me and RAM a.k.a KRIS were just mad about HAIKU....making every three lines fit the criteria of it...well this just took us to limerick and then a lot of Chinese ad Japanese poetry styles....

Sorry forgot to tell you what actually a Haiku is...

A haiku is basically a 5-7-5 syllable something poetry...or say lines..coz they don’t rhyme, and seldom contain any of the poetic devices, it’s simple presentation of a thing, moment or person. One more quality of Haiku is Kigo, a seasonal word, as Haiku is traditionally based on nature, and the use of Kigo is somewhat customary.

For further details refer the teachings on Haiku of Prats at WL or my personal blog

So here's his HAIKUs...

A Tear from my eyes

As Dew falls from a leaftip

My Darkest winter

Wind blowing ever so hard

My dreams I held very tight

Slowly,Its fading

Thy lord made some smile

Why is it tears in the rest

Les Miserable

My Past is so sweet

Now my life is bittersweet

My nostalgic pain

There is a fire ~~~ in and around me

Took me years and years to know
And smiles and tears to know
What ever I do to be alive
There is a fire,burning fire

I hid the pain in my eyes
And hoped tears would wash it
I locked myself in a dark room
Then I ran miles into the woods

I had a fire in me,buring fire
Never ending thirst to live
I saw me rising above the sun
To see the world beneath me

I went deep into the ocean
Drank water for my thrist
I saw me floating in the waves
Weightless but still burning

Then I went deep inside me
And asked myself about the fire
I lived talking to myself
To end the thrist and burinig fire

Gradually I ended my thirst
With fire still burining inside
Because now I know,there is a fire
Waiting for me,burning fire


---Kris

Broken chair

Its a broken wooden chair Made centuries back

It has seen laughing angels Crying devils too

It broke its back leg And a cracked its seat too

Dont Sit on that wooden chair Its broken,centuries ago

Broke wen it saw devil laugh And crying angles too

People sat on it,played piano Nobody listened to its weep

It cried and asked for help
All listened to the symphonies

No one listened to help
Lords sat on it, and dukes too

Neither saw the crack in the leg Ministers came,peoples representatives

Decades past still noone came for help
History talk about leaders and greats

None of them saw the crack in the leg
One day chair broke its leg

When laughing devil sat on it
Crying angles left its seat

Seat too started cracking like the leg
Dont sit on that wooden chair

Its broken..

Waiting for a hero to fix it
Till then its a broken chair...
---Kris

Girl at the Bus Stand

A special day in the crowded street
A lot of colors and a beating sun

Among the red white green I saw blue
After that in the crowd I saw only blue

As sun glowed in the vast blue sky
She just glowed in the light blue

She stood listening to her earphones
And I started to hear her music in my ears

Her eyes looked coffee brown in the sun
Blinking to the beat of my heart

She was the one for me,her eyes said
As I saw my reflection in her eyes

In the evening sunshine she stood
And me in bus caught in the traffic

As every second in the clock shot down
The pain of departure got me and my heart

With no aim I jumped out of my bus
As I just couldn't leave her there

As each bus passed the stop
Every time my heart skipped a beat

Eventually when she left me there alone
By that time I was nomore alone......

------Kris

My First Step

First step I took was holing my mom`s hand
My first own step I fell tumbling down
Steps I took alone were never again perfect
Like the step I took holding my mom tight

Amazed watching the sky and stars I wandered
Those where the steps,I took with no aim
And for those aimless steps I had to down
And take small steps forward in shame

I tried to repeat those successful small steps
But failed as I lost trust of that guiding hand
I look ahead straight ,but my steps were scattered
And ended up in stepping into deep waters

I was slowly drowning into deep waters in tears
I saw a hand reaching out for me
Holding it tight,got out of the water
Took first steps out of the blackwaters

Held that hand to guide me walk again
And when I was about to run again
That hand held me tight from running
And controlled my steps towards perfection

Aimless steps slowly started to have direction
My steps were getting close to perfection
Holding that hand I took steps with a definite aim
And started to climb up the steps of fame

No longer my steps scattered everywhere
Because I walking holding that hand everywhere
And I walked rest of my life holding her hand
Her hand,which helped me repeat my very first step...
---Kris