Let me be …

Let me be your insignificant thought,
your temporary draught’s passing stream
let me seek you at an hour unsought,
let me be your inexpensive dream.

Let me be that secret smile,
the pretty stranger’s pause awhile,
let me be the drop of rain,
that meets your lips to your disdain.

Let me be the dusty milestone
that’s forgotten once the road is shown
let me be your whisper at noon-
a whimsical cloud over a November moon

Let me be – just let me be!
your fleeting thought in a voyage at sea,
let me be – just let me be
your hesitant hymn, in a hasty plea.

-Saranya
- for Prude -

Saranya

Does a leaf that flutters with the whimsical wind
ever demand a reason for the flight?
Does the love that beckons a novice heart
ever wait for a season that's right?

Does the river that flows by eternally
ever question the sea for it's plight?
Or the waves that touch the shore with hope
ever withdraw their quest at night?

why then must i let go of the faith
that i'm ruled by the laws of life?
why then must i retaliate, fight
the time-like oblivious strife?
Ah! the joy of surrender is known but to few
the peace that abandon brings in washes me anew!!

-Saranya

A shadow is all I need

Your shadow that returns with the passing of night,

is all I want from you and your light.

That shadow which not once changes its shade

That shadow that remembers never to fade

It is all I want from you and your light;

Your shadow that returns with the passing of night

Your shadow spells the hope of reprise

Your shadow returns with every sunrise

Your shadow is sure to come back with dawn

Your shadow knows not to stay withdrawn

Your shadow knows not to make me bleed

Your shadow heeds to my every plead

Your shadow I ask you as we part to leave

No tears no farewell no sighing a heave

Give your self to your days of yore

To me pledge your shadow and nothing more

It is all I want from you and your light;

Your shadow that returns with the passing of night

-Saranya

Dedication

Its five years since we met today and there is absolutely no change in feeling, i still smile at the thought of you and still believe you do too... if i were given a chance to re-live our days together, i wouldnt change a thing - not even the day that changed everything for me

happy day we met abbai!

friend to few, poet to many...
a voice akin to purest honey
ask him to write he'l sulk so much
listen to his silence, his words will touch
a painter in love, devotee in ecstasy
too many pies in hand oft gets messy
can write n sing until the world lasts
can soothe n lift the weariest of masts
log like he reads on his favourite couch
services plenty no penny in his pouch
simple in living sublime in thought
once get closer u'd let go of him not

incomplete

When innocence drowns in experience
whose discernment would hear the voice
that calls out to place a grievance
in the hope to undo the noise

In the battle of life
whose words would reign
amidst shoulders of rife
whose triumph would count?

Rehearsed emotions and restrained cries
paint every spontaneous call
unwilling partners enact dull verses
where then is joy where's poetry for all?

Saranya

The untended garden

It was long since i did the kinda things that i used to do earlier. like listen to music, write to friends, change the look of my room, spend time on the terrace and so on. one of these undone things was to tend my garden. Earlier i used to take time off in the evenings to watch the sun set as i watered the plants on my terrace garden , sing to the flowers and just while the leisure away but lately i was busy... busy doing nothing actually just stuck with mundane rituals of daily classes, bike rides, traffic, books, agony aunt phases or in simple words just sickening routine after routines... in an unplanned life, i was kinda just flowing with the currents. i hated it but i was a part of it, in all this hustle bustle i had left my garden (read as a few potted plants a small set of flowering pots and a a few roadside shrubs) untended. Weeds had grown, some plants had died of neglect, some were dying, some were ok and some other new plants had sprouted form nowhere. this state of neglect had sort of caused my entire house to look gloomy n dull. I didnt quite take notice until one morning that i had this rare early rising i was in a bad mood, less sleep or whatever it was, i felt the need to stretch and get out of the inner suffocation through treading into space outside for myself, i thought of my garden as an option and i walked out for some fresh air that i noticed my once beautiful garden in virtual ruins!! i was taken aback at the sight, i had not had the time to stop and staere let alone tend the plants.
I rushed in to find a few tools and set it right , it was difficult, not so motivating, worse still i had too many onlookers passing their worthy criticisms on how i must go about the tending. after 4 long hours of clearing the place looked at peace, i had to do away with some plants that had begun causing more harm than good and bring in a few new ones - i also knew this was going to take time to look normal again but i did it nevertheless. Once i was done with it, i stood back to take one last look at the scene - better! much better!!
I came back in to remove the hand spray from my cupboard and suddenly took note of myself in the mirror " Look at me" i thought to myself "how much me n my life resembled that untended garden, how much clutter how much neglect had they gone through , there definitely were weeds that had grown within, definitely old plants that needed to be done away with and replaced by new ones, and most of all - despite what passers by might say about how my life's garden must be tended ultimately it was me who had to do it..." it sure hurt my ego to accept the analogy at the first instance but i did , this garden definitely needs tending and there is no better time to get started than now. I told myself i would smile more frown lesser, be industrious laze lesser, be patient and give way to anger lesser, i would conciously uproot the weeds and replant the inner garden!! and who knows it might just inspire a lousy neghbour garden to blossom again or cause a rose to bloom for a lover in waiting!! :-)

Tell me

Tell me does it feels the same
when i sit like a stranger without a name
tell me does it move you once
to let me go from your presence

tell me does it justify
that the wave may live sans its shore
tell me from your soaring sky
on an unseen land my rains may pour

tell me did you spare a moment
to spend on me a single thought
tell me will you spill a fragment
to fill my hopeful dwelling's drought

why i write to no one's listening
only that sea's silence may know
why i paint to no one's mooring
only my muted love would show