Being Ram

Will my words ever express my feelings fully? Will the silent pain of my love ever knock on your heart? Will you let me flow these palms full of flowers on yourself? Knew that love is God, and I sought it night and day. Creativity and poetry in full flow these days. I don’t know how this happened. I remember an experience when I wrote my first poetry and how I felt about it. It was nothing that I did. I was just an instrument and the creator was someone else. The result was a divine experience of supreme bliss as the lines were being given out one after another. I wrote two poetries in past few days. Love seems to be the theme, which is getting expressed more and more. Today, I went to Ponda to meet Dr Sarjyotishi. The discussion was satisfactory and I am happy, I have made yet another high profile contact. Seems like, if it clicks it can give me a real push. Maintenance management term work is still to be done and like always it will be a huge load in the end. How can I conquer my hab...

I was listening to the melodious songs of Lata as I was travelling to Panjim. under the sun she is undoubtedly the queen of indian film music then I remembered a nice song of Boyzone . I can atleast remember nice poetries if I can't write at the moment. When You Say Nothing At All It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart Without saying a word, you can light up the dark Try as I may I could never explain What I hear when you don't say a thing The smile on your face lets me know that you need me There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall You say it best..when you say nothing at all All day long I can hear people talking out loud But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd Try as they may they can never define What's been said between your heart and mine You say it best when you say nothing at all You say it best when you say nothing at all.. The smile on your face The tru...

Not writing the blog doesn’t seem to be easy. This is the only place I talk to the only person who understands me. I received my senior scale promotion today. Something which I have been waiting for a long time. But when I received it, I did not feel much happy. It seemed like a petty joy. In the morning ,I went to the college for extra lectures. Most of the students were present. My lectures went on from 9.30 am till 1.30 am .After a long time I found myself so engrossed in lectures and felt a little relieved and relaxed. Felt like I went into a trans like state. Remembered Girish a lot today .He is one person, who is so warm and affectionate. We have so much in common. I love to see his eyes filled with tears as we read and enjoy poetry or a song together. Poetry wasn’t much happy with me today and I don’t want to force her either. Let creativity flow through, when she feels like.Thats it for today.

Who am I? A desert traveler? As for centuries have I walked in these sands, in scorching sun and blistering heat. I walked and walked till my summer’s end An oasis was it with promises ever so tempting With a call ever so true Where the Morning breeze of faithfulness flew kissing my cheeks Where the green green affection made me moist with love When the nights brought hopes of loving tomorrows And the spirited days began …… forgetting myself Love all around celebrating the chemistry so soulful And I knew for sure I was to stay here For all times for all days in the sweet embrace of green grace In the dark hours of night than came a voice A voice so different from the music of oasis Oh traveler dare not stay here for too long! This is not your home,tis a home for those special ! You are a desert vagabond and not an oasis dweller Out you go, to walk in the sands cause that is your home for real Heart tore, tears flew and the desert traveler was much in pain With wounded palms and cripple...