Carpe Diem

Is this the end of a beautiful dream?
Walking on to reality realm
The order of the day, carpe diem
For, the tunnel approaching fast it seem!

The greener pastures and tall grass
Pouting flowers, doing a chasse
To the playful wind's bass
All that she leaves behind, this lass

The tiniest flowers, notices she
The beauty in them is all she can see
Daintily steps absorbing the whole scene
Locking the precious' in a box of memories

Kisses she goodbye, to the butterflies
Winks at the sun, just waking up to rise
Changes are sometimes angels in disguise
From one home to another, she happily  sighs

The One

As you walk on,
Sometimes in circles,
Sometimes head on;
Maybe with purpose,
Perhaps forlorn;
Through all the ruckus -
Not stopping night or morn
To cry, care or cuss
Just pushing it all down
Through a dark hole coerse.
But a day might dawn
When you crave to change course,
Or feel too tired to carry on -
Left behind without the force.
And on the day you are this worn,
As the tears down your cheek pours
These questions haunt, from which you cannot run -
Who is it, that understands your own code of Morse?
Who is it, you fall back on and turn?
Who is it, your strength and inspiration's source?
Who is it, for whom you yearn?
Who is it who is the one, your one and only one?

Soft Smiles Music Video

I remember it was pretty bad day. A long, tiring bad day. I was exhausted and irritated, ready to call it quits for the day and go to bed early. Then Ragav messaged me saying; "Remember the poem you had shown me long back?? I'm recording it". I thought; "Wow! That's an incredible surprise". He said that it was almost ready and he was sending it over to see if I liked what he had done. Tired as I was, I was now too excited to sleep and waited up to listen to my poem as an actual original composition. I heard it and I absolutely loved it. It reflected the mood my poem was painting so accurately!!! Dharav and Ragav, unknowingly, really made my day. How ironical, considering that it was during one such series of terribly long,overworked, tiring bad days that I had wistfully written Soft Smiles.

After that long journey since the birth of the poem, the audio recording, the subsequent video recording, and after surviving multiple rounds of ruthless editing, finally proudly presenting now, the music video for Soft Smiles :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oe2C1GA56YM

Credits:
Music: Ragav Venkatesan
Singer: Dharav Shah
Videography: Sriloy Dey and Ashwin Verleker

Poem Blog-post: http://whimsicalwonder.blogspot.com/2011/11/soft-smiles.html

Devaru Hoseda Premada Daara

Ever so often, when I am caught up with an  existential angst that seems to have taken precedence in my extended quarter life crisis(of course assuming I make it to100), I find myself listening to Devaru Hoseda Premada Daara from Muthina Haara. This masterpiece of a song takes me through a myriad of emotions every time I listen to it. It does not offer the answers I am seeking, however it offers comfort and a sense of belonging perhaps, reiterating the fact that we are all fellow passengers on this journey! Hamsalekha has done a wonderful job with the amazing lyrics whose mood changes as the season and of course with the orchestration that embellishes the emotions. Balamuralikrishna’s voice takes the song to a whole new level and overall just listening to this song feels like a new experience each time to me! This song is such an excellent example of how important both the music and the lyrics are to achieve brilliance! The lines that stand out to me are these: "beDayendare naavu suDade iruvude novu" and "bisilo, maLeyo, chiguro  himavo, aLuvo naguvo, solo geluvo, baduke payaNa, naDiye munde, olave namage neralu hinde". As the song ends with these lines, it leaves me comforted with a bit more optimism, hope and strength than before, and that is why to me this song is a masterpiece.

Colored Blue

The feeling, so void,
Bitterly helpless and devoid!


The feeling, so alone,
In this cruel world made of stone!


The feeling, so sleepy
Yet wide awake and weepy


The feeling, so tired
Of constantly trying, playing and being wired!


The feeling, so numb,
Weak and wanting to succumb


The feeling, so hurt,
Questioning everything about its worth


The feeling, so desolate
That does nothing less than devastate


These feelings, all so wrong
That help no more than make a sad song!

So, Let Go!

I had a dream. In that dream, I was standing by my bedroom window and looking out. My bedroom when I was growing up. My first home. And I woke up with this realization that the bedroom which was once mine and no longer is, is so metaphorical to everything in life. That small space was what I used to call mine, call home. That space was comfort and it bred with familiarity. That room still exists, just no longer mine. It has been redecorated, to keep up with the times. Everything in that room had changed, the last time I saw it, except for the windows. The windows where I stood in my dream, looking out. That room, when I go back, draw me to those windows. The windows are a remnant of my bedroom while growing up. The last few touches of familiarity the room still holds on to.

There are two things that I can relate this to, today. Firstly, with people. There are people that we grew to understand. People that offered comfort. And vice versa. And then, we drift apart. Going back and talking to those people after a while leaves you with a lingering sense of familiarity. The sort that I felt, standing by my bedroom window. That everything is still the same and yet, nothing is the same anymore.

Secondly, with homesickness. This feeling of homesickness is with a non-existent home in many senses, since that room is not my home anymore. And while I was feeling this in-explainable feeling, I saw this one scene from the movie Garden State definitely puts to words what I am struggling to express.

Grappled by various emotions today, I struggle to keep it all together. And then, I listen to Let Go, by Frou Frou:

And Yes,


So, let go,

Jump in

Oh well, what you waiting for?

It's alright

'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown


Yes, there is beauty in breakdown! :)





PS: Thanks to Manvir, for coincidentally sending me the movie link today, which happened to make perfect sense for the state of mind I am in.

The Storm

The storm that late arrived,
Blowing on much too longer than desired!
The storm that had to but come,
Could perhaps have been a bit milder some!
This storm, from all directions wreck
Keeping the mind, its actions and thoughts at check!
The strong storm, offering no solace,
Obliterating you from the maddening race!
The storm, in the first place, I never wished to see,
Bringing some good out of all this, can it even be?
Oh callous storm, coming after an unnatural calm,
All I plead is, help rid this qualm and leave behind some kind of balm!