Of Writing!!!

I've always wanted to write something,to unburden myself of the heaviness within me.But i'm not a poet, nor do my poems burn the paper.I don't force myself to weave together meaningless activity and thought.Then,where do i fit.Perhaps i'll be able to find through painful trial and error.Afterall,life is painful trial and error.
Does this make any sense?

LET ME

The very feeling that i was once loved,
cared, caressed n pampered,
breaks not just the mirrors of my reflections
but a long way that my soul was once chaste,

Tomorrow i may live the virtuous of lives,
stranding the plethora of evils
far from my absorbing vices,
ready to imprison my senses your conventions.

But today,
Let me break what i chose.
As i colonise myself to mine,
to free me from privy eyed expectations.

For i chose to judge me by what i can
than what i did.

IN DEFENCE OF MYSELF

Hei friendss…!! I’m a bit confused about what to write. I am a well known CHATTERBOX and cannot stop if I start twittering...Beware!There are 2 reasons for this long delay to write in the blog.First one is that,I am a “kanjoos” (I hate spending money at the cafe) and the second one is my laziness (whenever I go home I’ll be busy with my sleeping)…

Let me come to the point. I am what I am...Everyone considers me as a kiddie (can’t blame them).My friends say that they cannot accept me as a ‘friend’.They look upon me as a sibling,cousin or li’l sis…Someone told me that he/she can’t talk to me about serious topics because I’m not at all a serious person (actually I don’t want to be).When my dear friend calls me “aniyathi”,all the others make fun of me saying that I’m submissive to ‘patriarchy’ (effect of gender studies).The fact is that, I am a person who value and cherish such relationships. I enjoy such bondages and it has nothing to do with so called patriarchy.I like to be a free bird at the same time I like human bondages.I come from an extended family and share a common space with everyone.My problem is that I assign too much importance to people who come across me in my life,whether friends or family members.The most important factor is that my childish nature is an escapism from the world I’m afraid to face.The inner child is trying to find hideouts in the ‘grownup’ World…!!

Remya Sujit

Anathema

I crushed her with the nauseating bludgeon,

Pulling her up in time,

i cant leave her to die,

As i pierced her life with mine.

Blood, then, flowed like it never has,

Drawing just the sketches of stenching past.

I was a harlot in my love,

but, here, her blood has my anathema.

The In'formal Meeting....

Kudos to Sulfiya chechi, don't know whether she intented it that way but your 'formal' mistake really set the tone. It just showed it was ok to make mistake. I must say the meeting really changed our perspective, like Hari sir said, to do something that will be etched in our memory.
I think the response was really nice. I guess it will really set the tone for our future activities and really those exquisite rendering of poems was really the highlight. Starting with Zoya chechi through Anu, Athira, Shanker, n that wonderful song by pramod chettan, it just shows the latent potential in us.
The interest shown by hari sir and jamuna mam was just wonderful. I only hope Sulfiya chechi will continue to make her 'formal' mistakes, as she is our lucky mascot(or mistake).

The Old Girl in the New City

9 years!!! It has been 9 years since I started living in this small city. It may not be that 'happening' a world like the metros; but you get everything thats typical of a 'city' here.

All these years life has gone through different turns, call it good or bad, for me they are all impressions(lets give it an adjective) fading impressions. I have always run along with the pace of the city. Get up, catch the bus, wander around, go to classes, come back 'before its dark'.in between, there has been remarkable moments, yet haven't been that moved as I had last monday.Its so subtle that its very common for many people. But its something clear and colourful an impression for me.

After the long discussion with my project guide, Iwalked through the pavements of the city. It was that time of the day when people rush to their nests. but I was not. I was walking slowly watching the cars at the traffic. on the other side i saw young boys playing football in the stadium. Many buses to my place passed, but ?I was enjoying the sweet breeze that tickled my curls. Was that a feeling of independence? or being myself? I dont Know. but that is the state of mind i want thats the life i want to lead.

I was curious to catch this picture of the city. It remains in me as a brand new place. The glimpses were so new so pure like those to a person who has never been these roads. Those were the roads I often walk through, but now they have a different meaning. I remember once Anuroop mentioned that there is enough and more places to see in this city before moving to the " better" ones. I would say, there is much more in those places which we often visit, yet dont 'see'.

that monday has changed the self in me, or the perception. now this is a new city for this old girl!!!