The River and The Sea

This particular theme is actually not my own. I owe it to someone who came on TV and rendered a poem in Malayalam. Later as I forgot who it was I forgot the exact Malayalam lyrics too. However the theme stayed put in the mind. Once I thought I would translate it to English and add something of my own along with.So in case someone knows who is that person to whom the theme belongs to please do let me know.


The river..she was born in a countryside...
From the folks she heard...the stories... about the sea..
The sea and his blue bewitching eyes..


In the night..when the sun drops his guard on the jungle..
As the veil of mist descends down...
She turn her ears..to the far..to hear the humming..of the sea..

The sea.. and the his mesmeric charm ..



And the day came. day she left .. the fostering forest behind..
The ravines and the vallies..disbelief in their eyes..
But she could not help it...the calling was unstoppable..
And far from she saw..his waiting hands .
Waiting, just for her ..


With a passion ..till she never knew of..she surged past..
The sea......warm was his heart as ever......
And she...fell ..into a trance..

Morning came calling and she woke up..just to see..
He kept in his palace many, like her all from the hills..
After all.. he reins..the mighty and the majestic..

Felt betrayed..she Could not stand it...
She wept..and her tears making the sea saline..


In a rampage..she came back as ..waves ..
Smashed herself against the rocks...

They..threw her back..with contempt..
She split herself..into twists ever churning.
Ever wild....and revengeful..

In a rage and with curse, she went
Farther from the shore..to unknown waters...
For the time to come..forever..


The folks lives on the shore...still say..
In those moonlit nights when they goes for the catch ..
Still hear a silent weep...from the deep..

Memories of Nineties

The skies blue..
Dithering clouds farther..
Drifting wind afloat..


Lonesome streets..
Down the winding road
Mirages yonder..


The deserted bus stop..
Recluse mind..oh! mine
Sitting on this stone bench ..
Sun beating down..
So do memories.....


It rained in Nineties..rain and dreams..
Those monsoon showers ..wild and wet..
When it stopped..droplets from the canopy..
Earth smelling fresh ..Sand loose and wet..


You were walking and ..me with you..
Sand still wet..feet dipping in
Lonely pathways ..grass on sides..

You were silent so was I..
The air smelled wet and melancholy..
And you stopped..tears in your eyes..

You knew it and so did I..
Fate is an comedian ...didn't they say?


Setting in was evening , and you had to part..
Setting in was evening, for me, forever..
And u walked, rains starting again..
And you walked into the rain....


I tried to walk back...but..could not find the way..
The rain was filling the earth..
or was it the tears..I hid from u..


The nineties ended...in came 2000
Many things changed they say...
But it still rains there in monsoon...
And it still rains ..within me...


Now, sitting here on this stone bench..
This deserted bus stop and the burning sun..
It still rains within..
Memories of the nineties..

I dont have anything new to put down here..These days I dont attempt creative stuffs.. So the best way to start is to take a leaf from the diary and put it over here :-) (later I hope I can try something new ..)
This is a page from diary dated Dec 16 2006 . France


December musings!!

Itz a feelin....that is so pure..
Like the glittering due in the morning sun..
Itz feeling ..so prestine..
Like freshness of earth just after the rain..

Itz something that cuts so deep
That u feel it even ur sleep..
Its something which will make u dream..
And at times will make u weep..

Let me forget all and be now and here..
Let me make this moment my own..
Fading is the world in front of my eyes..
Let me drown into a wold of my own..

Come chrismas and it snows...
From skies and into the hearts..
Come chrismas and it snows..
From the stars..into my past..

The sleet that fell in the night...
Forming a pool around my house.
The last sparrow has just left ..
Leaving the cold to me alone...

Itz a feeling that is so nice..
That warm your heart even in the chill..
It is feeling that I long..
To be with me..forever..

-San ( Scribbled on a wonderful December evening, in the chill of Paris weather)