The Pain Chronicles

How does it feel

To sleep in pain

When all your efforts

Have gone in vain

Lying in the darkness

Listening to the rain

Trying to figure out

How to live with this pain

What has gone wrong

Why is this suffering

Destined for poor li’l o’ me !!

Not even gifted with a sound sleep

Having lost the will to laugh or weep

Life has become a sea of pain

And every moment agony

At this time

I must endure again, again!

It is a curse to have to be

And every moment agony

And every longing fixed on death

Why can’t I have a sound sleep

Like that of a new born baby ?

I lay on my bed

Trembling and shivering

Trying to distract myself

From the pain

I keep fighting for every breath

Unable to do anything at a stretch!

Eyes burn…

Hands shiver… Body aches…

Feels like I break a bone

Whenever I turn (On my bed)

Here comes the worst part

The medicines

Tastes even worse than poison

My veins have gone numb

Due to the needles

Poked cruelly

Every time

By the doctor

If death is better than suffering

Then why cannot I die. .

I want to die. . . now. . .

This very moment, this very instant. .

Can’t handle this pain any more

This weakness

This dependency on everyone

It is killing me every second

Burning me from within

Oh pain! Please go away !

Go away!

And come back never again!

Never again !

Never again !!

Never again !!!

Isabella Rose

Isabella Rose

This is a story…

About a girl called

Isabella Rose…

So…here it goes!

Isabella Rose !

Is her parents pet !

She grew up like a princess

In their protective net ! :P

Every evening,

She visits her granny

Granny in her eighties..

Loves baking chocolate chip cookies! :D

Every Sunday morn,

Isabella goes to the church.

And in the eve..

To the orphanage to visit the kids!

Isabella Rose,

Has a heart of gold !!

Her hair so curly,

Like a delicate tendril.

Her skin so radiant,

Like the glowing sun.

So perfect! her smile..

With all her teeth in line. :P

So perfect her eyes,

A glance for which

Every guy would die!

So tender her lips,

Like the petals of a rose !

Her face

So chiseled

Sculpted to shape

Isabella Rose

The dream girl of every guy

Isabella Rose

Oh! Isabella Rose !!

There she goes..

Isabella Rose !

Stepping outta her pearl white palace.. :O

In a red gown…looking like a dazzling diamond !

Steps into her black limo…

Making the other girls go green

And all the guys pink ;-)

There she goes

Isabella Rose !

The most talked about girl

In the town of Rome

Isabella Rose !

In her stilettos ;-)

As mentioned before :P

Tip toes into her limo…

In her flaring red gown :D

Goes to the ball into the dance hall

Dances with joy and elegance !

Angels descend from heaven..

To see this alluring sight

Oh! Isabella Rose!!

Whose heart hasn’t she stolen!!

She has the looks to crave for :O

Wisdom to talk about !!

She is a deadly combination

Of both beauty and brains

Isabella Rose

Her charm, ah !

The laurels she’s brought to Rome

Oh! Isabella !

Hails from the richest family

In Rome

But the most down-to-earth person

Isabella Rose !!

Hats off to you !!

Isabella Rose

So calm and serene

Would she be

An incarnation of a fairy ??!!

People often ask…

“Is she real?? “

Oh!! Isabella

You manage to amaze us aaallll the time!  :)

4th April 2011

From Dilemma ~ To Decision

The little Indian girl

She sees her life...

Molded by traditions,

Governed by priorities,

Restricted by thought.

She, is in search of her soul mate..

With her eyes closed

Yet wide awake

What people need

Is an insight

Of her plight!

What is considered, bad, is not actually bad !

And what is good, is not all that good !

How it is to kill

Her feelings for the one she loves,

Because of some damn rule

Hindu, Christian and Muslim!!

OMG !!!

An ever changing opinion!

Always a hot topic for discussion!

Sometimes is said, we all are one!

LOL !!

But when it comes our own life!

One is considered superior, over the other..

As she stands on a cross-road

Always having to choose

A different path

What kind of indifference is this?

Where she has to think twice

Before loving a person

Of a different caste or religion

She always has to think

About the consequences

No! This is not a sin, neither a crime!

But, she will lose her kins

Due to the totally unexpected and

alarming situation

To love someone, is just to love someone

Have you ever had the feeling of

Falling head over heals for someone ;-)

It’s only about

Following your heart

There HE comes

In a flash!

And swipes you off your feet! (Woohoo!!! :-P)

But who’ll understand her grief

She is torn between two sides

Unable to decide

Her wish just remains a wish,

An unheeded wish

It’s when she sees him, and just him,

Just as an individual, a great soul

In want to share her life with him

She is blind to differentiate

Between a Hindu/ Muslim/ Christian!

It’s easy to say...

Dreams are free, so free your dreams!

I’d rather say!

Stop dreaming, wake up!!!

People are not ready to move on

And don’t let others too!

India’s specialty also

Remarks the prevalence of

Narrow minded and stubborn people

Tortured and tormented

By the very thought

Of betraying her kins

Saddens her

She decides to go with her family

The unconditional love from her parents

Is something she’ll never forget

So finally this little Indian girl

Does what she’s "supposed" to do

Gets married to the “CHOSEN ONE”

Lives happily ever after

But resolves in her mind

To give this freedom to her children

Love is a universal feeling

Love sees no caste or religion

Love has no restrictions

Of course, some rules are meant to be broken ;-)

Life goes on

And she lives with a hope that

At least this dream of hers comes true.


February 2010

My Train Journey

It feels so wonderful..

To be on your own..

All by yourself..

In the train..

Swaying to the beats of the train..

I amongst the unknown crowd,

Seated

With an eye on my luggage..

And the other on my novel.. 

The solemn music of the train..

The rhythm, the pattern..

The feeling of the strong

wind on my face,

so prominent, just

like a splash of water!

I in my cozy window seat

It’s so exciting

After all it's 

My train journey after a year

Luggage stacked overhead

In a row,

Fans not working,

Tubes flickering,

No messaging! (Due to no network :-P)

The Indian railways is

Always so amazing

Ah! The smell of different eatables!

Vendors walking past by..

Other trains speeding by..

At last comes a station..

I see people searching for known faces…

Curiosity brimming.. Searching...

I as observant as ever

Listening to people talking and gossiping

Sometimes even eaves-dropping!!

Thinking about my journey

Having mixed feelings

Of the sadness of leaving my friends behind

Accompanied by

The happiness of meeting my kins..

People in the train of different

Caste, color and language

All seem to be ONE

Indeed! India has a rich culture

I could keenly sense it 

The oneness amongst US

Is so wonderful

Sometimes small journeys

Can prove to be

Great thought provokers

And we need very little inspiration

To spill our thoughts

And this great feeling

Has brought out the

Hidden writer in me :-)

Kovai Express

Katpadi-Chennai 

10-09-08