Friday, August 31, 2012

                                                                Emotion

A gurgling stream from a glacier
  Bringing outbursts of plentiful joy
Happiness , smiles and abundant cheer
  For children, teddy , cars and toy

In the midst, a barren desert
  Deep sorrow, grief and sadness
Things taken away, a broken heart
  Dunes of tears , leaving us in a mess

Stillness like the air everywhere
   Utmost serene, solitude and bliss
Alone in a crowd, no one to share
   Solitary moments, never a miss

Life, full of feelings ,mixed reaction
Joy and sorrow, a cycle of emotion...


( Tried to write a sonnet which is a 14 line poem with rhyming verses.)

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

        When the...
                                       Ballroom beckoned bloggers...

Prelude
          Kids sprayed water on us from the hoses out of the huge ad boards inside the glittering ballroom and we were drenched from head to toe and this was just the beginning....

          Like the #tag of 'soak no more ' , I tagged my first follower in life as well as in Indiblogger and he looked extremely pleased and delighted as he simply had to live up to the prefix 'tag' and play second fiddle! The all too familiar purple hued boxes of surf excelmatic popped out of the billboards ready to be grabbed and the moderator and crew had purple T shirts to boot! The ambience was spectacular and my first Indiblogger meet had indeed started off with a bang!!!
          As always , we were on time , the eager hostess happy to help to log us in and we snuggly settled in the comfortable chairs nursing a drink of fruit punch. The attendees trickled in and the funny and not so funny names came up on the giant screen too, much to the amusement of the audience.

Baptism

           Kick starting the gala event was Anoop , of Indiblogger who captivated and enthralled us and how I wished I belonged to the zodiac sign "leo"as bean bags and 6 months of detergent flowed like wine. The prelude was followed by baptism and  we got to know each other . My debut , was with what I thought Iam best at and that was reading this impromptu poem scribbled as I sipped on my fruit punch!
                                            
WRITERS' BOULEVARD


               A cocktail of poetry, technology and fiction
                     with a zeal, many on a mission

                Indiblogger, a phoenix standing tall
                      Minds meeting on a platform in Capitol

                 A writers' boulevard at a hub in Bangalore
                      Elite and celeb scribe with a folklore

                 Serenading in a sea of literati
                      Wordsmiths enticing with gravity

                 A haven showcasing eloquence
                    penning thoughts , feelings and emotions so dense

                   Reading, browsing,surfing till we soak no more
                           blogging fun, frolic, fervour and heart to pour

                   Leading from front, moderator Zombie
                                          Made larger than life by founder Renie!!!
There were no droolings of ooh, aah,and shouts of encore but a thunderous applause  made my day!
          Now it was time to let our hair down and we did it in style .Obviously there had to be a ball game in the ball room and all of us were divided into 4 colourful teams - blue, green, red and orange- red I chose with the team aptly named as "washed out" and we marinated in the hour long whoopee.
          Ravenous , after the gaming session, the counters of cakes, cookies and sandwiches was a treat ,washed down with aromatic coffee! The bloggers linked up with each other and I was on cloud nine when a few of them came up to me and appreciated my poetry- I had managed to market my blog or atleast I thought so!!
          It was then the turn of Mr.Girish of HUL to take centre stage and he rolled out the red carpet for us to enter the "excel"lent world of 'surf'. His presentation on 'surf excel matic' was interspersed with questions and plenty of spoils to be won for the correct answer. He implored us to be 'creative' , 'naughty' and 'plain right' and the suave audience was treated with bean bags, gift hampers, DVD players and so on. The Piece de resistance was the announcement of a new blog contest and the booty was a washing machine - the greatest invention of the century as mutually agreed upon by the debonair participants!
              The Bangalore extravaganza culminated with the organizers and sponsors digging out deep purple T shirts and surf excel matic detergent for all and the bunch of blissful bloggers romped off home richer by the experience . On the way back, the heavens opened up and the already "soaked" could literally take "no more" as the #surf excel matic Indiblogger event had bathed, imbued, sogged and saturated us!!!


ASIDE ........in a lighter vein...
Tips for the next blogger meet
1) You have to be bold not brash
2) You have to flatter the sponsors to no end and then say "I did nit say all these just because I am here"
3)To win freebies, you need to have a loud voice....

And my greatest moment is coming when I win this contest......

                         

Monday, August 6, 2012

                                                                      DEAR DEPARTED

A cruel blow of fate or God wanted him more
   Blossoming bud never to flower
Life shred to pieces , fragmented and sore
   Oh dear nephew , how could you go forever?

Standing amidst the stars gazing down in grace
   Watching the descending pall and gloom
Bearers longing to hug and embrace
   Oh dear nephew , how could you disappear?

World crumbling and a virtual standstill
   The nest empty, void, barren and languish
Longing, yearning, craving to the divine will
   Oh dear nephew , how could you vanish?

Anguish, never to dry up a torrent of tears
   In eternity we wait in solitude and desolation
Chronicles remain of the gone by years
   Oh dear Siddharth , how could you ebb away?



(This is a requiem to my nephew Siddharth who passed away at the tender age of 25 on 03.08.2012)

Friday, August 3, 2012

                                       WRITERS' BOULEVARD


A cocktail of poetry, technology and fiction
with a zeal, many on a mission

Indiblogger, a phoenix standing tall
Minds meeting on a platform in Capitol

A writers' boulevard at a hub in Bangalore
Elite and celeb scribe with a folklore

Serenading in a sea of literati
Wordsmiths enticing with gravity

A haven showcasing eloquence
penning thoughts , feelings and emotions so dense

Reading, browsing,surfing till we soak no more
blogging fun, frolic, fervour and heart to pour

Leading from front, moderator Zombie
Made larger than life by founder Renie!!!