About Me

!nversed Poignancy!

...I am an eclectic amalgamation of many seemingly paradoxical things. This can be exemplified in both my seemingly endless persistance on many topics and arguments, as well as my careful cautiousness on other topics and arguments. This is largely due to how astute I am of the topic: more knowledge, more persistant; less knowledge, obviously more cautious. I also have times of obsessive compulsions regarding certain things (mostly just my thoughts, however)...

Life and Death

!nversed Poignancy!


An assembly

Possibly impossible

Perfectly interchangeable..


That lives most upright

Beyond the unspoken

Neither a squiggle nor a quibble..

She and Me

!nversed Poignancy!


A daffodil

Tyrannizer of me

Breaking the colors of dusk!..


The rising sun

Infringed with violations

The impurity in the salt..

Love and Poetry!

!nversed Poignancy!


A puerile desire

Buried in the heart

Never leaves..


Sentimentally melodramatic

Cursively recursive

My thoughts idiotic!

Sweet Pea!

Scribbled by Bharath C On December 30, 2008 0 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?
This was the best year I ever had for sweet peas.  I think because I planted them in a section of the garden that gets afternoon shade.  Other years they got sun all day and it must have been too hot for them.  Either that, or it’s the variety I planted for the first time this year, Cupani’s Original.  I’ve never had them grow taller than 2 feet and this year they were very tall.  They are finished now.


Scribbled by Bharath C On December 13, 2008 3 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

Her hazel eyes completes its penultimate wink to see,

A doom dreaded dawn amidst the hues of crimson glee,
Heart skips a beat and keeps them skipping- one,two and three,
All these flinging three feet above, on a four pedestal's melee..

The orb's lie shut,blanketed with red,
Rubbing against her satin neck are the elements of pain, pains and blood,
A Fan above, a floor below, a piteous soul,a mighty thread,
And hung in-between was a heart- damned and dead...

-!nversed Poignancy!

The Tree...

Scribbled by Bharath C On December 11, 2008 0 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?
This is our new tree. It is a Red Sunset Maple. It was bushed a few days ago, but, today it has absolutely no leaves.  Amazing what one windy day will do!  My landscaper called us from the nursery and said he could get us a red sunset, do we want it?  So I searched for Red Sunset Maple and came across a photo diary of a tree.  It had the amazing presense of mind to photograph , from the exact same spot, at different times of the year for about ages.  It showed me exactly what it will look like, and we decided that this was the tree for we wanted.
...And thus began our pastel moves...

Lady's Mantle..

Scribbled by Bharath C On December 10, 2008 0 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?
This is a nice combination that just happened.  It’s Lady’s Mantle (yellow-green) and hardy geranium (magenta), I’m not sure the exact variety because it was here when I bought the house.  The small white flower is Snow in Summer.  Lady’s Mantle is a perennial that has a fairly long bloom time.  It also propagates itself by seed, so you can have extra plants after a couple years to increase your garden or give away.  But it’s not invasive.

The Bunnies!

Scribbled by Bharath C On December 10, 2008 0 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

Morning glories are great late summer treats.  You have to plant a bunch of them to get a nice full display.  I plant about 6 plants on each side of my arch which also has clematis and climbing roses.  The roses bloom in with love, the clematis with passion, and the morning glories start to get going in full flow of zest.  I put a bunch of seeds on a damp paper towel.  Then I fold it up, put it in a sandwich ziploc bag, and set it on top of my cable box for 24 hours.  It helps to leave yourself a note somewhere so you don’t forget it. Roots then started to burst out of the seed, if not, leave it for another 24 hours, etc, until the majority of the seeds have sprouted.  Then carefully plant the sprouted seeds where you want your morning glories.  You may have to tear a little bit of paper towel so you don’t break the root.  Water religiously until they get going, and beware of bunnies, I lost an entire crop one year to bunnies, so now I put a little wire fence around them, just until they get about 3 feet tall.


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Scribbled by Bharath C On November 30, 2008 0 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?
I’ve only recently started to grow larkspur.  I love them, but I don’t have good luck getting more than one good bloom out of them.  I’ll get a few side shoots if I deadhead, but nothing like the first stalk of blooms.


Scribbled by Bharath C On November 23, 2008 0 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?
Yesterday I dug up all the old strawberry plants, replenished the soil with compost, and planted new plants (from the runners).  I usually do one row at a time, so it’s not such a big job, but I had neglected to do anything at all for 2 years, and it was time to replace both rows.  Ideally, you replace one row a year, and then next year you’ll have mature plants giving lots of berries and new plants giving large, but not so many berries.  Strawberry plants really only last about 3 years and then they get tired.  But they put out lots of free runners.  A little bit of work every fall, and you’ll have sweet juicy strawberries every day.  You CANNOT buy these in a grocery store!
I have finally had success with raspberries.  I learned from my father, a great gardener, that you should devote your time to growing things that are either expensive to buy in the grocery store (like beets), or that you can’t buy in the grocery store (like homegrown tomatoes and strawberries).   Raspberries are very expensive, and I never thought all that difficult to grow.  I think it was just a Murphy’s Law thing for me and raspberries.  First I planted them too close to the wooded/bramble edge of my previous property.   They all grew back into the brambles and I couldn’t get to them.   Then we moved to my present property a few years ago, and last spring I finally bought some more raspberry canes.  I planted them in a stupid place, next to the driveway, in front of the lilacs.  They didn’t do very well.  So this spring I ordered 6 more canes, moved the 2 or 3 that did survive from last year, and now, I have many raspberries!  I bought 2 varieties, Heritage, which fruits on new canes, and In-heritage, which I think fruits on both old and new, I’ve got to double check that one.  Anyway, one of them is giving me beautiful berries, much later in the season than I expected.  But I’m not complaining.


Scribbled by Bharath C On November 10, 2008 0 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?
Here is my rosemary topiary today.  I’ve been clipping it a little at a time, and it’s starting to turn into a ball.

A Teacher's Note

Scribbled by Bharath C On November 03, 2008 1 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

This letter was from my school teacher, Mr. Kenny..
It's a priceless gift for a student..:)

This one's for all the Baldwinians..:)


Scribbled by Bharath C On November 01, 2008 0 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?
So it’s November, most of the trees have long lost their leaves, except the oaks, which hold on to those ugly brown leaves for most of the winter.  But one tree in my yard is at it’s peak, and it’s my japanese maple.  Every year She and I forget, and in October we say to each other, it’s not as pretty this year, but then November comes and it bursts into its full bright red glory.  A definite pick-me-up for what I think is the gloomiest month of the year.
On the road to Allipey

Coconut oil in my hair
Warm smell of avial
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a bright pink tube-light
My tummy rumbled, I felt weak and thin
I had to stop for a bite
There he stood in the doorway
Flicked his mundu in style
And I was thinking to myself
I don't like the look of his sinister smile
Then he lit up a petromax
Muttering "No power today"
More Mallus down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel Kerala-fonia
Such a lousy place,
Such a lousy place (background)
Such a sad disgrace,
Plenty of bugs at the Hotel Kerala-fonia
Any time of year
Any time of year (background)
It's infested here
It's infested here
His finger's stuck up his nostril
He's got a big, thick mustache
He makes an ugly, ugly noise
But that's just his laugh
Buxom girls clad in pavada
Eating banana chips
Some roll their eyes, and
Some roll their hips
I said to the manager
My room's full of mice
He said,
Don't worry, saar,I sending you
meen karri, brandy and ice
And still those voices were crying from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them pray
Save us from the Hotel Kerala-fonia
Such a lousy place,
Such a lousy place (background)
Such a sad disgrace
Trying to live at the Hotel Kerala-fonia
It is no surprise
It is no surprise (background)
That it swarms with flies

The blind man was pouring
Stale sambar on rice
And he said
We are all just actors here
In Silk Smitha-disguise
And in the dining chamber
We gathered for the feast
We stab it with our steely knives
But we just can't cut that beef
Last thing I remember
I was writhing on the floor
That cockroach in my appam-stew was the culprit,
I am sure
Relax, said the watchman
This enema will make you well
And his friends laughed as they held me Down
God's Own Country? Oh, Hell!

- This one definitly not by me..hehe..
I just loved the lyrics of this song..so just cut-copied and pasted it here..
Hope you like it too..:)
Please exclude copy rights on this one! [:P]

Millions of distant worlds,
Haben sie brooches of flowers, fantastic?
Clear islands in the oceans hath thus seen?
Without end or bottom of the night..

Star lights pensive!
Star pupils uncertain!
Why are'th thou alive, O puerile ?
If not..
Why hath thou died?

Dear Babe!,

Forgive mein!,
For those stars that twinkled yesterday
In between my darkness' and bleaks..

Please tell me..
What is ignored ?
What is it that's immense?!
That too in a vacuum!?

Even as those words of yours
At some approaching infinity-
Did put me to terror.

"Twinkles" of anger
That did only emanate not form Uns,
But,my reflexes- which were castled,blanched and clangored
And our "Immer uns" paths,right there, lay blanked and fringed !

Tut dir mein,
O', Lieben!
Dien stars of wampums
Still prevail, in depths unknown
Comfortably numb as i say,
But just as vague and frozen they lay..

Still piercing me form deep within,
and emanating
Nothing but a shredded pale incense..

Excerpts from pages of my dairy


Scribbled by Bharath C On September 20, 2008 2 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

O' Acrylic angel,
O' Silky leather

Where art thou?

"Come and Elevate as the blue smoke,
suffer no more love "


Ever heard of the stories,

Which involved "a daemon and two fairies?!"
Starring the Yellow blots blending with steaming zephyrs,
And those Cozy thoughts cupped around those Brown "poetic elixirs"..

An evening it was,a rendezvous to treasure,
Enjoyment it was,way beyond a measure..
Falling in pairs- our voices with the wampum's of rain
Through the aura's fragility, myriad a thoughts to share and reign..

Drifting down from the ceilinged meeting
To a reverent nook-It all started as a coy greeting
The waves then lashed, chiming down with the "fairies" fighting,
The daemon,right there;Laughing down to glory-"heart not beating"!

Ah..Just then the lips started moving,
Gallons of thoughts fueled in- scaling on them we started roving
Then we turned to the books,
Searching, sorting and explicating its nooks..

The lashy rains turned contours they faded down to retire,
Our voices died too, as our mouths got more dryer..
Then came Mr.Pizza so hot,smart and thin
Accompanied by a Litchi shake, and his sorta twin!

Back then, again was our acoustics in the air
Far away we went(again!), topics on politics,life and its flair
And thus continued the endless chatter on its infinite spree
Quibbling on million a topics- We three.:)

*This one's about the Rendezvous that Meena, Prats and Me had..It was really a treat and truly awesome time that we'd together..Fighting, chatting and eating....
A small note on our experience there.. *

When the lights are dark,
When the moments are stark.
There has been one little nightingale amidst my life's blizzards and gale,
She's the art-director of my life's tale.
A cutey-pie that she is,
A teddy-bear,kiddy kid and also a biggie sis.
I cant but write in hindi,
But, i really want to make this trendy.
"Jaane tu ya jaane na", as they say,
She's an angel, Irritating her is my play.
Who so ever said, "Taare zameen par"..
Must have really said it looking at her..(hehe, Guess she's on Cloud 9!)
Although she's not as small as those "Taare",
She's been through my life,she's a sehr shön "pari"
An idiot,an even awful poet ,a tinge shameless-some of her synonyms
Sadly..She's my enemy,antagonist,foe and thier antonyms..
Yeah yeah, i know that this is awful, worst and et al,
This one's just for her,My little "neo-natal".
Now, why is this so very encrypted with ciphers?
Its 'cos I am trying to rhyme like hers..(hehe!).
Ok!, now the best one of the lot..
You get her name, when you try and blow the candle apart...

*Now thats a horrible write..Guess the "horrible" poet now.. *

Contrast between what is expected and what actually exists or happened.

Repetition of sounds at the end of words.
Or WORLDS?..err..

Person, a place, an object, or an action that stands for something beyond itself.

Are they really out!..

Alas!, I am Dead!

Comparison of two things that have some quality in common
Err..Or was it..
To create fresh and original expressions..
So that it cannot be interpreted literally
was I?..
Trying to picture ordinary things in new ways..?

Point-by-point comparison between two apparently dissimilar things made to clasify certain point about one of them.

Consists of words and phrases the appeal to readers non-senses.

Expression that has a meaning different from the meaning of its individual words.

Use of words whose sound suggests their meaning.

Call it

* Rhythm
Figurative Language
Onomatopoeia *

Its there, It was there
I was there, they were there,
What happend?!

Err..yeah, I got Eighty one Point Six!

If you is If I..
If a yes is If a nod,
If you is If mine..

Then, I will have to mine my looks
With that element of me that's you
To an element withing you that's not you
But me in you..

Day or Night..

Scribbled by Bharath C On September 06, 2008 3 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

You break my nights into days
Me sleeping,still asleep and dreaming
And dreaming, still dreaming, Me awake..
My night's now,
Are just another eternal day!..


Scribbled by Bharath C On September 06, 2008 3 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

I do not want to lose
Lose me in you
What little I have
In Me, myself and I..

The combination..

Scribbled by Bharath C On September 06, 2008 3 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

When some evenings become deep,
Full of flavor,
The sun in these evenings
Dark orange and brighter yellow
Also becomes beautiful and radiant,

(The Combination!)

Feels like..
Your pores on the skin,
Penetrate through mine
And each of those beam that hits me
Wakes me back to life..

Dated : 6th September,2003!
A blast from the past..:)

Sandy :

Results tomorrow..Huh?..Gosh!!
You sure?

Me :
Perhaps, yes..
May be No
Some say they surely Know
Whilst other Dare not to vow
The reliable sources say then or now
So, better keep yourself on the toe..

Sandy :
Yeah, you've tried your best,
And I actually know the rest,
Putting wits to test,
May be I will be only your guest..

Me :
The list is out on its date,
And we all know our ill-fate,
Whether we Like it or hate,
Change it will never its state,
Lets just hope for stale draw and not a check-mate!

I wish your words turn true,
My exam-coffee is yet to brew.
All happiness is kept at stake,
Life at hell, is what they plan to make.
Ok, Let them try to choke or block..
I guess they still don know... That we'll definitely rock..

Me :
Hehe..Call it rocked or call it stoned
We're just a mere instrument- to be toned
You say, fingers crossed
The say its a matter of a coin tossed
What ever be it,
Lets keep hopes alive and stay away from utter-nuisances and crap wit!

Sandy :
Cold is the coffee and the ice is so hot,
My pulse is wet and numb is my thought.
Churning of our blood has just begun,
Hope the lather that it gathers is worth the fun.
Life is turning ,and so is our pot,
Lets see whether it would be believable or not..

Me :
Be it coffee cold,
Or be it those dreamy thoughts that the fairy told..
The "Story" is written bright and bold
These festive's are mere pauses,to keep the evil at hold
Dont bank upon "legends" buddy- be it old or even a Gold..

Sandy :
True are the legends, and so are the ghosts,
Just make sure, that we are the not their hosts.
I wish that this turns into a party thats worth the wait,
Else we all will be a part of "dooms fate"
I just hope to have a peaceful night,
Someone very close I wanna hold tight..
I dont really know why I'm abhorred and deviating..
But all I can sense she and her(s) scintillating.
Worn in a silver cover she is yet to arrive as a bride,
And I'm sure she is pretty witty and ready to take us for a long irony ride..

Yeah buddy,but, dreams are perhaps only the brighter side,
There's always the other one..The "anti-pride"
So,matter not..Be the it he or she
For our happiness will anyways "flee"
This is that "one last night"-So, keep yourself happy and free,
For tomorrow, you'll be on a slide, confronting a nutty nailed hunter on spree..

Well, guess its time to board a flight,
I've to go..as the moon is up and in bright-a-light.
Catch ya tomorrow mate,
Lets see whats in store from our fate..

Yes,have a brilliant "good night",
Make sure that you hold-things straight and lay to a sleep that's tight..
For when the, sun's brightness arrives as light,
Only God knows(!) as to whether it Would it be a "glorious shine" or a "mere fall from a height"..

*We bid good-bye..
With A grin that defines the poetic-chat that we had so far..
And a pale morose that's a harbinger to our tomorrows "death"...Would it really Marr?

Just hoping for the best..

A tree-toad loved a she-toad
Who lived up in a tree.
He was a two-toed tree-toad,
But a three-toed toad was she.
The two-toed tree-toad tried to win
The three-toed she-toad's heart,
For the two-toed tree-toad loved the ground
That the three-toed tree-toad trod.
But the two-toed tree-toad tried in vain;
He couldn't please her whim.
From her tree-toad bower,
With her three-toed power,
The she-toad vetoed him.

Redefining Specialty..
Yeah..From the special Gang of "Angles and A Demon!"


They've been there when my life was dipped in tear..
They've been there when I was in fear..
They've been there when I wanted someone dear..
They've been there when I was far and near
And Now,
They're also a part of me, when we're here having a "Blast with a Beer"..

A multiple-duplex gratitudes to

#Chubby(The Queen!,..Yeah, wish you the same dear!!)
#Gayu (Hugs and more hugs to you Princess..And Wish you the same DeaR!!)
*Yeah, we share the same B'day and Souls too!*

#Doggy!(Umm, yeah..He's "The Demon amidst the Angels"..But the "Buddy maga" of my life!)

#Harshi (She's the Angel of the Angels!, Thank you (yeah, treat..?..err..yeah..thinking! )

#Suchi!.(The Goddess..!)

#Chomy (Umm..yeah..My enemy!, But an Angel too..*hugs bebo!*)

#Swatz (Dumbo and Shameless..without whom I would be Null and Void..Thank you sis!)

#Poo..and Spoo (The one a Dumbo and The other a Shameless and Dumbo too..hehe..But umm..Hugs to both of you..The new angels into the kindgom of Friends!)

This is unlike any Tuesday morning

A Cool wind
A different trend..
Am i the same old kid in the block?
Has there been a different tick on my Clock?


Whats this? - a terror?
Its got me up and over..!
Grinning down at little bits of paper
And those boxes covered with wrappers..

Whats so different?!

Is this a real life monopoly?
Or is it a dream, merely?
Now, then and the later
Everything is so un-deter..

Gosh!- I am growing mad!

Summing up my past?
Are these those moments-My very last?
I am lost..yeah!, really lost..
And Suddenly, the waiter comes down..pats and says..
"Sir,Here's your B'day treat and its total cost!..:)"

A gift from the "Poetic Family"- Way beyond just "Priceless"..

Heartfelt gratitudes to each one of you..!..Yeah, perhaps the disconnection in my word flow should say it all..I am beyond words!

Thanks a ton People (Yeah, that includes a ton more to "Princess Surabhi":)).
I am blessed and re-blessed in an infinite recursion!
Thanks all for being such an integral part of my life and this little moment of celebration in it..

God Bless and Long Hail..:)

Here's the Link..: Priced Beyond Priceless..

Talk about multilingualism or talk about language exploration…Both these wordy acoustics lead to a common ground, which in a wider perspective would sound like a more equivocal term for linguists around the globe.

On the other hand,
Talking about cultures, countries and communities…
These form a complementary pair with regard to the nature of pithiness and terseness that the “Multilingualism” emanates .These words are in fact diversified across the globe, they are never held captive and they usually tread on the pathways of more a “constant change!”

So, “multilingualism” one side and “cultural paramounts” on the other…
Could these words be bounded together ever?
Could they ever be a part words from the same breath ever?

These quibbles perhaps have a never ending answer, even if there's an effort put into making their periphery into a more conspicuous fringe. The extent of blurriness that has been developed between them would perhaps never ever fade down to a word called “clarity”…

The term multilingualism can refer to an occurrence regarding an individual speaker who uses two or more languages, a community of speakers where two or more languages are used, or between speakers of different languages.

In today’s global society, the ability to speak more than one language is a valuable asset. Fluency and command over other languages apart from just the “home” or “native languages” enhance economic competitiveness abroad, improve global communication, maintain political and security interests, and also promote tolerance and inter cultural awareness.

Researchers have expressed the existence of a positive link between proficiency in more than one language and cognitive skills in language learning, as a true (but, un-quantized) function of their ancestry. Some studies indicate that individuals who learn a second language are more creative and better at solving complex problems than those who do not.
Although the opportunities for learning languages may vary depending on where we live there are many ways by which we can encourage the study of languages. But be it any means of approaching a syntactical learning of a language, there can be no substitute to that element of that edge of “in-built inheritance” that people in few parts of the world have it inculcated in them, through repeated "Linguistic mutations" either during their life time or at least during their latest precursory ancestry.

One such integrated fraction of the world map is India, the land of multilingualism… (As its been rightly regarded!).
The success story of Indians as being the most “multilingual people on planet earth” has been told and retold like a modern folk tale. It’s also often cited as the key evidence to why Indians excel in many areas of problem solving, innovation processing and computation.

But how did we (or they) leap into this super-high stature without undue hardship?,
Was it just sheer luck?
Or is it a mere co-incidence?
Well, these questions, would perhaps (re)integrate myriad debates together...

Debates apart, if we quietly sit and introspect on the kind of cultural and linguistical transformations that we Indians have undergone in the past several centuries, we would clearly see that a historically unprecedented characteristic has been thrust into us. This traces back to the ages of the Moguls and the contemporary poets of that age, who not only showed active adaptive characteristics to a new culture, but also to binding the succession of the newly portrayed means of communication as a linear function-proportional to their own.

Talking about the diversity in India (at least with respect to the languages!) . There's usually a lighter joke that people make about a conversations between two Indians from different state, this would perhaps make us feel why exactly we Indians are more inclined into learning many a languages. In fact, I must admit that we usually don’t learn a language in India because we love that language, but more so because we are forced to learn the native language of the state that we belong to. (No matter how good our Hindi speaking skills are, we still have to make sure that we at least know how to basically converse in the local language of a state…)

Going by the flow… I thought I could actually get into picture this little observation that I’ve noticed with some of my friends. Its just that when ever I take them along with me to my native place (i.e. Madras, it’s a Tamil speaking place that is present in the eastern part of South India) they are very hesitant to talk to the localites there. And when they do get up to speak to one, they are unsure of what to say and end up going back to ‘How do you do? Fine and You?’ kind of conversations.

I would like to quote an incident here (in this regard!), which happened a few years ago...
I know this little talkative friend of mine (Swathy), who usually can’t stay away from blabbering around. And during August, 2005- She happened to accompany me, along with the other buddies of mine-to a well known pilgrimage in south India –“Tirupathi!” the local language in Tirupathi is Telugu (Which is the native language of the people belonging to the Andhra Pradesh state of Southern India..). It so happened that once we landed in Tirupathi, some elderly person approached Swathy and asked her " Ammaiye, Ikada whedu neelu Yekkada Dorakathundi?!!" (This literally means “Madam, Where do we get warm water here?”) Going by the human ego constraints, we all know that people don’t really want to admit that they don’t know the language, neither do they want to stay away from talking to the localites (She's very talkative by nature , you see!!).
So, here we had Swathy struck amidst deep problem, she really didn’t know what it meant and what she had to reply. But, since Telugu was a variant of Kannada, which happens to be the local language of Karnataka (the place where we hail from!), and a simple intelligent interrogation into the phonetics of Telugu, might somehow lead to deciphering the speech. And this is exactly what my friend Swathy tried doing, I guess she observed a word that had a very close Kannada connection, “neelu” which sounds dialectic to a Kannada word “Neeru” (meaning water…) and more into boggling her IQ skills, (which I presume she had!) she actually would have related the action of that elderly person, which was more like moving his palm to and fro towards and away from his mouth, with his thumbs up…This in some way (at least by a simple knowledge of anthropology) makes us interpret that it’s got to do something with water.
After all such multiple “central processing unit” usage, Swathy finally decided that the gentleman wanted “Water!”, but there was this little internal cavil within her, yet again!.. “What did the other words that he uttered, mean??”...
Well, since she'd already lost a lot of cognitions, trying to contemplate and figure out the action and then trying to match it with the words that he uttered, she was now pretty much very restless and in no real mood to think more. So she concluded that the person was asking her “Where Neeru?”...(She concluded the first word “Whedu” to be the English word "Where...”). So that’s something like asking “Where is water?”.
So, now that she had some understanding of that persons need, she began her actional reply! (Not really sure about existence of such a word!).So, trying to show the person where the water is, she just pointed to the pond and tried to reply in Telugu (like as though she knew it .. hehe..) and said “Idhu Snana maado neeru” (which in kannada means “This is the water to take bath”..) but sadly in Telugu it means “You talk too much!” (Hahaha!!) (That’s the specialty of the language; different words in different languages mean different things!).
Now after listening to Swathy's horrible reply, the elderly gentleman threw on her some curse notes and was telling her that she wasn’t a good girl, and kept pouring to her some advices about how to talk politely!...
And on the other side...Just next to her...listening to all this, my friend (Balram) and me (we were sitting and having loud rolls of laughter’s and giggle’s…We just couldn’t stop laughing!!!) and later we tried and convinced the elderly gentleman that Swathy didn’t know Telugu, that she replied in kannada, and just that it was wrongly interpreted by him! (Sigh!!, that was a horrible experience for Swathy. I'm sure that she would never ever forget that and what’s more? She in fact decided that she will never be trying to talk to someone in an unknown language!!...)
(Hahaha…And guess what!. Now, she's in Germany-pursuing her Student Articleship at Deutsche Bank- Only god knows how her life would be there (Pun Intended!)

Although, I don’t claim to be some sort of conversation master myself; I’ve had my share of awkward conversations and less than ideal interactions when I have been to some of the northern states of India. But, from my experience talking to localites, and from the fact that I usually keep wandering from place to place I feel that for most people who travel, it's impossible to escape being a foreigner or an outsider for that matter. No matter how hospitable, how inviting, or how familiar the people around us seem to be, in the end, the fact of the matter is that we don't belong there…and that they do!!
A lot of tourists get completely locked into this sort of mind frame, right from when they move into an all new place (more like a stranger's paradise!!) and then they move around the world as thought everything is set against them and that the world in that part of the integrated geography is nothing more but "up-side down!"

On the other hand, Even if we don't fall into this sort of category, we’re still a tourist none the less!!(It’s a plain, simple and straight forward epitome of a fact!). Sure, we can be a "traveler," too (if we want) but it's a mistake to think that we are better than the rest of the horses in the stable!!

If you ask why?
Then the answer would rather be unambiguous...It’s simply because you don't belong!!(And worse still, are the chances that you think that you belong to the world- that you simply don’t!!)

Now, being a foreigner doesn't mean you're absolutely on your own. In fact, by being a foreigner, you've got an immediate new group of friends! (All of whom are also foreigners!!).There's nothing in this world that unites and brings people together more than the feeling that they posses of "Not belonging!!”.

So, you meet people. If you're really good at traveling, you don't mess about when you meet people, either -- it's the people who've spent the last three months wandering the globe who walk up to you out of the blue just as you put your bag uncertainly by your bed in the hostel or hotel and say “hi, I'm Bob; who are you?”

Nobody is an island, and believe me!, traveling alone will make a desperate extrovert out of the shyest and meekest. Just speak with a non-native accent, and suddenly that hairy guy in the ditch black shorts and a rather horary looking T-shirt with hues of Death Metal hanging over from the top...is now your best friend. Just having a friendly conversation can become the high point of your night.
On the other hand…Say that you come over to India and go bong over a conversation with a local guy with a rather “weird American accent!” -- "Yo! dude, wasuup?- aint the weather ye bit crunchy o'er the tarp?!!?" or you try and look a more Indian than an American by trying to go with pure Kan-glish (An eclectic mixture of KANnada and enGLISH)--" Yaello!, how ij the weatherr yere yat bengaluru??"..
Either ways… things will surely not work out..(Artificial is never natural! - a simple fact!!) and to add more fuel to the fire the fact that you now cant but cover your identity as a foreigner, would make you more a stranger than what you actually were!!.

The one problem with all this, though, is actually relating to these people. I mean, come on -- how much do you really have in common with the guy in that horary looking T-shirt with hues of Death Metal??.. What could you possibly have to talk about? The thought occurred to me recently during a trip to North India, so I tried to take note of how things worked (at least, in my case). In general, you've got a few options:

--Sometimes it's very easy; just talk about traveling. One woman I met introduced herself to me just by saying “Hi, Me hu Deboshree- Kemon Aachis?!?” Maybe it's not exactly what went into my head!, but still just take note of the Murphy's philosophy to dealing with such pesky conflict- Just over do the actions a bit little more without actually saying anything!!, but make sure that it's meaningful enough!!!. When you meet someone somewhere, recently having come from somewhere else, there is a very good chance that that someone might end up going wherever it is you just came from.

--Nearly everyone has a travel horror story, and if it's a credible story, that sort of information can be practical. Talking traveling "shop" is popular, particularly if you're of the backpack-and-a-good-pair-of-boots variety of traveler; that stuff you carry tends to get expensive after a while, and many people will jump at the chance to tell you all about what they happen to have brought along.

--Another common tactic is to play roving sociologist. In Calcutta(Or Kolkata), I had an incredibly thoughtful conversation once with a guy I met at a hostel who basically encapsulated the whole of Bengali society, top to bottom. We talked about the burgeoning technology job market, the economy, the invasion of the French culture...and we were brilliant. It would've made for a fascinating doctoral thesis, much less conversation over beer in a noisy pub. As outsiders, we are uniquely qualified to comment on what goes on around us. So why not? Analyze the dynamics of familial groups in Lapland, muse about the origins of tribal conflict in central Africa, or discuss the implications of ancestor worship on Chinese life. You can step outside of that ugly bar brawl breaking out one table over and trace the socio-economic factors that caused a heavy beer mug to hit somebody in the head without fear of being involved -- you're a outsider, remember? And, hey, if you're really good, you can always write a book.

--This brings me to the most crucial topic of conversation for lonely foreigners stranded abroad: sports. Now, this may only apply to men, I must admit -- most of my conversations with women while running this little experiment tended to stick to the topics above. But the subject of sports unites pretty much every guy you could possibly meet. If they don't know anything about sports, you can bet they'll pretend they do, just to keep the conversation going, so you absolutely can't lose. For the most part, I can't stand sports, but I've discovered that when I'm traveling, I find myself pulling obscure facts and observations out of nowhere so I can at least credibly pretend I know a thing or two about basketball.
Many folks you meet who aren't from the India will have at least football, and nearly all of them will have some kind of an opinion of it (largely bad), and they won't hesitate to give it to you. Holy God!, discussing sports with
some people can escalate beyond just friendly conversation into full-on debate, which, for entertainment and bonding purposes, beats conversation hands-down.

The possibilities are endless, really and truly. I was accosted at one point on the front stoop of a Singapore hostel by an extremely drunk pair of young students (who were around their mid 20's...), one of whom was determined to find out from me the winner of the Euro 2008! Unfortunately, I had no idea who won, but he didn't quite get that, as he apparently found my Indian twang as perplexing as I found his Indonesian accent. This led to an interesting little exchange:

"Football? FOOT - BALL."
"Yeah, football, but the game-"
"Football. Football! Er...soccer? Soccer!"
"Yes, I know what football is, but I don't know who won that game."
"Feh, useless."

He never got the winning team out of me, but the attempt made us pals until he and his mate wandered drunkenly off down the street.

Now, I can't honestly claim to know why this works the way it does; why really should just talking sporting events unite people like this? Why not poetry or poker? Another example from my trip may shed a bit of light, however -- at one point in Bangalore, I was sitting in a Coffee Bar, bemoaning the team India's pathetic performance in the 2008 World Cup to a die-hard Australian supporter!!!.

Listening to me rant about the Indian teams inability to keep the score board ticking, the guy went from practiced disdain towards me to kind-eyed sympathy, and why? The reason is a big part of what makes sports the language of men everywhere: no matter where you're from, everybody in the world knows exactly how it feels to back a losing team.

Ah..These thoughts are nothing more than just a sampling of my opinions and aren’t meant to be the standard rules of talking with foreigners. The mood of the persons involved, the environment, the place, or any other aspects could affect the way how these conversations go. So don’t think that this is the fixed way, conversations are flexible and dynamic, just like the people involved.

But for those who aren’t multilingual, the tips would never go in vain..

With that, below are the 5 tips I think would improve your conversations with outsiders without being a multilingual bard!.

-- Speak slowly and clearly. As I’ve said before, they really won’t expect you to speak perfect language, and will forgive you if you have to repeat yourself. But it’s important that you speak slowly and clearly so that they can hear you the first time.

-- In my experience, it’s better if you don’t ask ‘Do you understand?’ too often because it is pretty annoying to them. Imagine if you’re talking with someone and every few sentences that person would ask you that question. If they don’t understand, they will ask you to repeat yourself. This is usually the case, and believe me, this happens more often than you think. Foreigners are very assertive and confident, so that means you don’t have to be afraid that you need to ask them whether they understand you or not. They will ask.

-- Speak up! Most complaints I’ve received from foreigners is that people have tiny voices. We know that this is not true! It’s just that whenever we talk with a foreigner we turn down our volume because we’re not sure whether what we’re saying is correct or not. So speak up, and don’t be afraid to be wrong because after all, learning a new language is a process on its own. Each little mistake you make will in the end make you a better conversationalist. This brings me to my next point.

-- You don’t need to be grammatically correct. It’s important for you to know this. Another complaint I’ve received from foreigners I’ve talked to is that most people take up a long time to answer simple questions they ask them. This makes the foreigners hesitant to ask another follow up question because it takes too much time. I told him, “Well, the reason is that most of us want to be correct, you know. They don’t want to make you confused by what they say.” He told me, “It’s not important if they’re grammatically correct or not. Heck, even I don’t talk grammatically correct with my friends! The important thing is I know the point he wants to get across.” I just nodded my head. So be confident in yourself, and speak up what’s in your mind, whether or not you think it’s grammatically correct or not. They’ll get the message you want to say.

-- Maybe you’re afraid that your pronunciation is wrong. I think this is ridiculous! So what if your pronunciation is wrong? The foreign language is not your first language, and the foreigner knows this. They’ll be very forgiving about your bad pronunciation. And your pronunciation is probably not that bad either. Anyway though, don’t expect them to correct your bad pronunciation. You have to say at the beginning that you want to be corrected on any wrong pronunciation you say. That goes for grammar too. This is because most foreigners respect your dignity and won’t presume to correct you in fear that they might hurt your feelings. Just tell them that you want to be corrected, and they’ll do so gladly. I mean, it’s a win-win situation. You improve your speaking skills, and the foreigner gets a better conversation partner to talk to. Great, isn’t it?

It’s great that you’ve initiated conversations with foreigners. It’s a mini culture exchange, which can benefit both sides.

Whenever two people meet, negotiations take place. If they want to express solidarity and sympathy, they tend to seek common features in their behavior. If speakers wish to express distance towards or even dislike of the person they are speaking to, the reverse is true, and differences are sought. This mechanism also extends to language.
Various, but not nearly all, multi-lingual’s tend to use context language switching, a term that describes the process of 'swapping' between languages. In many cases, context language switching is motivated by the wish to express loyalty to more than one cultural group, as holds for many immigrant communities in the New World. Code-switching may also function as a strategy where proficiency is lacking. Such strategies are common if the vocabulary of one of the languages is not very elaborated for certain fields, or if the speakers have not developed proficiency in certain lexical domains, as in the case of immigrant languages.
This context language switching appears in many forms. If a speaker has a positive attitude towards both languages and towards context language switching, many switches can be found, even within the same sentence. If, however, the speaker is reluctant to use context language switching, as in the case of a lack of proficiency, he might knowingly or unknowingly try to camouflage his attempt by converting elements of one language into elements of the other language. This results in speakers using words like “courrier noir” (which literally means “mail that is black”) in French, instead of the proper word for blackmail, “chantage”.

Bilingual interaction can even take place without the speakers switching. In certain areas, it is not uncommon for speakers to consistently each use a different language. This phenomenon is found, amongst others, in Scandinavia. Speakers of Swedish and Norwegian can easily communicate with each other speaking their respective language. It is usually called non-convergent discourse. This phenomenon is also found in Argentina, where Spanish and Italian are both widely spoken, even leading to cases where a child with a Spanish and an Italian parent grows up fully bilingual, with both parents speaking only their own language yet knowing the other. Another example is the former state of Czechoslovakia, where two languages (Czech and Slovak) were in common use. Most Czechs and Slovaks understand both languages, although they would use only one of them (their respective mother tongue) when speaking. For example, in Czechoslovakia it was common to hear two people talking on television each speaking a different language without any difficulty understanding each other. Another example would be a Slovak having read a book in Czech and afterwards being unsure whether he was reading it in Czech or Slovak. This bilingualism still exists nowadays, although it has started to deteriorate after Czechoslovakia split up.

There have been instances and situations where everyone in a community spoke several languages. (It is not unusual for classical musicians to speak French, German, Italian, and English.) People addressed people in each other's languages: a Frenchman would ask a German a question in German, and the German would reply in French. This was apparently customary among highly-educated Europeans and Asians, as well as between Americans and Europeans; an American who speaks German and a native German might speak to each other this way.This is the reverse of non-convergent discourse (where the speaker speaks in the listener's language instead of his own), and is meant to show respect for the listener.

And this is the pathway towards achieving a world with people closer to each other, people who could understand each other in a better way and "world" being considered as a community in a whole, in which people live with high integrity.

Using multi linguistic approaches to meet this flag post, would perhaps be the most ideal way into bridging differences between people of different nations, or in bring different nations together.



Scribbled by Bharath C On August 29, 2008 5 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

Ven-her-hell in Min-her-hell - Vect-her and Sweat-her..

I-'mm-u-know! err"Dont you know?"- She's too snot-her , and hot-her! (too!)
Me-'m-her-rising and Pie-hip-lie-inng. Yeah!, She has a catch-her and top-her (too!)
Un-limited fun is what we have in her class..Be it when we're Follow-hers or Par-hell-hell pro-cess-hers!

Veneral in Mineral, Vector and Sweater..
Immuno!..err.. "Dont you know?"- She's too snotter, and hotter! (too!)
Memorising and Pipelining. Yeah!, She has a catcher and topper (too!)
Unlimited fun is what we have in her class..Be it when we're followers or parallel processors!

An epitome of "Split-o-logy"..
Lolz..Very sorry for this horrible piece of poetry(if i could say so!..hehe!)..
This one's a heavily encrypted write..meant for only those people with De-crypting capablities..

We'll..If you were a part of that "back bencher"(B-hack Bench-her !? hehe) club..i must say..that you know it all..:)

*So Parental Guidance (PG) and Masters in Bench-mark decypting Applications (MBA) is a must..hehe..*

*Posted on heavy demand!!-Lolz~!!*

Your absence
-Covering the walls

My Emotions
-The windows

Our oversights
-The precipitates





Just the Fog

Painting the walls around Us..

Hopes eternal
Mysteries tragic
Truncated wishes
Pending waves
Better bitter


Scribbled by Bharath C On August 17, 2008 5 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

The don returns
Hers noted turn
return the nods
under the hot rents
One nerd thrust

Red hot stunner
No denser truth
The stern round
Hot,tender runs
Hunted snorter..

A Big Push...

I opened the closed portal..
Closed it was..a long time ago..

No soul seemed to dwell there
Abandoned it was by the passage of time.

A Cream of dust covered all the cabinets .
The anarchic's had settled down
This old, was her new..

Her canvases covered
With roofs and walls
As a tapestry
Light and transparent.

The plants were killed
The aroma of mold flooded all over.

Was that a wandering ghost that passed by??
When the light was squarely in the dark stays.
I guess it was my imagination
May be I played a bad pass.

There was no life,
Only the sound of wind had survived
In these moments of solitude and sadness,
Carried by a sentimental impulse,
Until desire of some ghost materialize
Not a soul to talk with me!


I closed the door trap
And left abroad.
There was darkeness, a sheer one
And then a complete silence reigned,

Almost sepulchral.
The wind had stopped
The birds no longer chirped.
I felt cold.
The vicinity sounded bells marking the hour of twilight.

A shadow crossed my path,
Floated and blended among the trees.
A sense of unreality gripped me.

And then I realized
I too was a shadow and floated.
And Nobody saw me.

Had written this ages ago!
A blast form the past, i must say..
Celebrating this write's 5th B'day!


Scribbled by Bharath C On August 15, 2008 1 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

Have I forgotten. ?
"I always forget!"

I Cavil within,
Murmuring and frittering..

Know not how..

Despite my forgetfulness,
..She outbreaks...

And there
I remember that I forgot

I forgot
She'd forgotten too...



Laid on no dial.

Never odd or even

Evil I did dwell,
lewd did I live.

I did, did I?
O, stone, be not so.

Won't I panic in a pit now?

Are we not drawn onward,
we few,
drawn onward to new era?
(God Says..)


Draw, O coward!


Dumb mud!


Redraw a warder.




Eb, Be



..Now u Won..


Poetry with Palindromes this..

Dammit I'm Mad!


Oh, no! Don Ho!

Ma is as selfless as I am!!

**Foot Note**
Hi All,
This one's termed a palindrome poetry..
Each italicized line in this poem is a palindrome- Including the title....(though a few words have been added to explicitly add a route..)

The poem is not just plaindrome without a meaning..(as it seems so)..
It is portrayed as a conversation between a "Man in Morose, cursing God-For his lost life.. " and "God's reply to the man's query..."..

Your take on this..?

The poet said:

I love your polychrome: your lips, those pearls that they enclose,your body, the ivory of your nails and those curls - that have my orbs oscillating, to-fro and to... I love the intense color of your words and your perfectly stroked silences. I want to be the zephyr that caresses you and observant power that lies enclosed around you!.I want clay to feel your hands on me, and to dye your brushes that have been poured out on you. I will be the oil for your tables and the role of your schemes. I want to be your archetype, I want to be me in you...

The Illusion replied:

One day soon I will make the most beautiful picture. Draw your face. Anyone who see it, will feel your voice and feel your breath, because I would have lost my life for me and I would live for you.

The poet said:

The piano's chequers , rose wooded furn, lights dimmed by a bright candle and you...Dressed in black,with cut side up to the waist, gleaming eyes- seeminly blue-black,yet emanating myriad rays of..love.. Me right there..and You, gliding towards me..A majestic walk..
Ah!, Love beyond words, it was..
Every half light hitting us hard...My right hand on your waist, your face next to mine, your breathing hectic in my neck... A two by four... An eight... Only One pulled out...
And there, a beautiful hook that makes me feel your aura between mine. The world spinning. The smoke from chandeliers, spreading along with incense. Our shadows on the wall wanting to merge into one. The smell of wine and "Angel", the aroma of women. Your lips soft, moist. Your eyes fixed on mine and the two lost in the delirium....

My hands down the closure of your raiment.. Your hands removing my guise... The two embraced dancing and plunged deeply into a loving candor and lethargy. Your kisses, kisses my hand ... Your hand caresses the intrepidities, mine, yours.
Gem, sighing. Our bodies bathed in wine and night with full moon adorning his loving and our time. JADE, hearts and troubled giant. Sweat ...
Just kissing, hugging, caressing ...

The Illusion replied:

I dance with my girl
Final perdition. As she founded. I am confused.
Her hip, my hand, feverish flutter. Butterflies.

Fire sacred. Enclosure. Overwhelmed by my column.
Water… my sweat.
My effluvium. A decline furious. Mitigate thirst.

Air and armour wheezing. My hair flies… And the smoke of candles.
My eyes lie, contact placid, accurate.
Volcanic explosion.
Irredeemably mad!

Cheek to cheek.
Our mouths crazy, We eat music.
Bodies entangled.
Mystic merger.

Recessionary in the measure of time.
Music, dance, wine, word exquisite.
Alas!,atlast We Succumb.
I do not know anything about me, I am lost.
I delivered.

Sweet possession

The poet said:

Tones of violins, castanets, harp and the environment in a gentle breeze along lushes of the suite..You right there..and me there too..writing poems, our silhouttes flutter and so does my pen..up to down and down to sky...drawing you to me and drawing us on it..

Your inspiration flies- Turning my fluxes into a cascade of beautiful orbs.. that run over and invade my brain and put me to navigate the river flow of your creation.

The illusion said:

I'm fascinated!
In each paragraph that the genius of traveling encounter your thinking.
Your forge generates ever more precious to me and golds and stroke my skin.

How strange this miracle!


Scribbled by Bharath C On August 06, 2008 2 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?


I can not see the words as a set of characters that are ordered in a conventional form and that only indicate the name of physical or abstract things. No, for me they are alive and own bodies and perfect. They are sentrie's, expressions of parallel worlds, living beings in the world of emotions in the concrete world of the mind or in the minds of abstract characters, or simply living fully in the world thats intuitive...

The words are pure beings same as that of "Logos", independent of concepts such as spelling. And they remain so,even when their objects are horrifically used by humans...

Each uttered acoustic of a word have the same sound, is the wavelength,and they are ones that accord-intact to their speed of vibrations,they also melt in the range of polychromatic light or are simply total darkness. Everything and nothing. Without beginning or end. They also note the weather and the line that spreads into a beam of varying intensity of colors.

They are infact an eclectic amalgamation of Being more Pure and just unique, and are the, the "Official language of Love".
Repeated repeated…… and immersed, melted in themselves.

The beings of all worlds are one with "They". They are beautiful shades of Infinity.

But, are they really the catalogue of good?
Do you say that they actually make sense?

Elusive and playful. Words, Logos, be of "Being". Love, symbols, impenetrable realities and Maya. Labyrinth of expressions of Spirit A Matter fact.

Landscape of nebulous sentires and of condensates in the five elements, original sound, the matrix and theirs...

To simply quote and unquote it all in a single sentence..
"Strive to define what is indefinable lost… and live it the way!, it has to be..."


Scribbled by Bharath C On August 06, 2008 2 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

Describing love?
I am dead..
And I am not alone ..

Gifting each of my moments
So that it will not exist
..In me, but us

I'll give you my heart,
Me to you
...and me To die.


If only you knew,
How to know?

A Mystery,
A Love

Do you?
Did we?



The style is known as "esoteric"..
Its an amalgamation of myriad spontaneous thoughts..that's supposed to deliver myriad meanings..(to each his own..)

Your thoughts?

Is it that friendship is always sincere?
To think of friends who will criticize each other?
Are they friends of truth or is a pose? Is it possible that all friends be good friends?
Should we be choosy?
Ignore many ugly details,should we?


Friendship is a key that allows you to enter the hearts of others.
It is not a normal occurrence,
It simply happens, so very spontaneously.
Has no boundaries,
or makes you wait,
is rather a simple form of love, why?
Because friendship simply takes you to know unknown locations with a special person.
He teaches you to appreciate the virtues and flaws of others.
That person gives you advice and you spoke with sincerity,
you must never lie and you always have to forgive.
So friendship is simply love.
So I offer you my own and would like to never lose yours,
because you're the true meaning of our friendship.


Friendship is a matter thats very relative. I don't think there is a person who might be completely true, nor sincere, because after all we are human beings, and the personal interests take precedence over any relationship. I think the only emotional bond that really is completely loyal and unselfish is that of a "hypothetical friend". I have a "friend", well, if you could call it that, somehow I have to do so since life's still attending, the fact is that we knew for X years, we were close(very close?, eh..Dont know!) knew all our secrets, good and ill, we were going everywhere together. When I was 18, we ended !
There's more to it than just a "jet lag" , but we never forget, we again see years later..

Ah!, then one fine day..we were about to return!..Cos my friend moved to the city where I was.
I even gave her the silliest of telephones..
The end?
We returned to see us!!!..and the treat began.. (us) as (we) relate with the same friends..
But never did we re-turn to be the same.

With no volvi to never speak of it, and how many times I've seen has been accompanied by our respective 'ours'..,
The truth was that the only way that achieves forget completely, is when they no longer feel anything for the other.

Eight poisonous cabbages

One garden of Eden
Thousand viles of barbarism
Stirring pang among a million souls..

Now let a billion hands get together
Hold a zillion placards
White background, black ink
One single cry
Through three bold words,
"Please Stop Terrorism!"

A plea against terror..
(Hope it doest go in vain..)

Condolences to the family and friends of the souls that were laid to rest due to the brutal act of terror..

The intensely blue night
On a ludicrous laughter
Along the lines of lucent's calm blink
Thats shedding its darkness on the lonely moon's twink.

In the balcony,
An open blast of chilled ethers
Peeping into my dark room
Overwhelming its prodigy from the constellations of heavens..

The blue-black sky as calm as ever,
Spreading its bosom over the dawn of the moon
Now,acting as the arbitrator..
Between lights laughter and the darks play..

The breeze is fresh
Permeated by redolence.
The flowers too, begins its shadow practices
Trying to over par the breeze with its fragrances heavenly..

It had me all for tears
I really dont know what's happening in me

An infinite peace on the soul?
Or is it a dream that ruining my peepers foul?

Bedazzled I lie..
On my fourpostered berth
Quibbling between a reality and a dream..


An assembly
Possibly impossible
Perfectly interchangeable..

The rising sun
Infringed with violations
The impurity in the salt..

A daffodil
Tyrannizer of me
Breaking the colors of dusk!..

A puerile desire
Buried in the heart
Lost in a stagy..

Bruises sans bleed
Mocking at the exit
Never leaves..

That lives most upright
Beyond the unspoken
Neither a squiggle nor a quibble..

Sentimentally melodramatic
Cursively recursive
My thoughts idiotic!

Fragrances and hopes emanate,
Awakening the desire within.
The parchements fly-fluttering in animations
As Verses hold fables-in an ethereal treat..

Once again the golden hue shimmers
Another new dawn sparked and awake
The zephyrs of the ink kiss the parchments velvettes
As the millions of emotions within-stirr in retreat..

Lying besides the sleeping horizon,
Rejoicing the welkins around,
I slipped into this heavenly harmonica
Filling the latent quiscences of bliss..

And thus,
The twinges fell,
The hope rose,
Resurrecting the poetry in me..

Two or three minutes,
(Too less?)

Two or three hours

What does that mean in our lives?
(Not much?)
Arnt they just ticks of time?

These minutes and hours can sublime gold!
If you only use them occasionally
To make someone happy,
Make someone smile.

One minute to dry the tears of a child.
One hour to nullify the problems of years.
A few minutes of our time resuscitating an end

And, there,
You'll bring a friend.


Scribbled by Bharath C On July 11, 2008 4 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?

Amidst the reign of this eternal night,

She rises and falls.
Sinking down in dreams,
Letting the fantasies of each to multiply..

Whiteness on whiteness,
Stacked with the immortal dark night,
and then an occasional pearl..

Rare reflections of the dew,
Million mirrors of the sea,
Brilliant brightness of the river,

Your hands in Mine..
Paused silence
Muted speeches
Eye's glued-Blind folded..

..And Thus..
- Ending -
My Abrupt Dream!

- 23rd June 2002!

Hundred fires, thousand passions

Sensations a thousand, kisses one hundred
Thoughts in hundred, As doubts turn thousand
Questions now pop over a thousand, One hundred a stills
Each caressing a hundred, amidst a thousand dreams
.. Thousand feelings..
..Million Passions..
..No words..

One love

When the breath can't recover
Heart hath lost a piece on the way;
When love no longer wants to escape
As the moonlight turns grey..

When monsoon is beginning to glimpse
And melancholy wants to become oblivion,
When the time we were beginning to end
And those kisses that were showered upon,

When secrecy is no longer hidden
And you are the life within mine,
When the flame is impossible to extinguish
And the flower that I am looking for is your heart,

When the glow of the sky makes you shine
And the beautiful roots grew in your soul,
When I want to achieve your white hills
To survive your unforged affection,

When deep insidious the lamp starts burning
And twilight starts to burn in the sky,
Your lingering thoughts that I cant stop thinking
Lingering through the streets of cupid, seeking your love..

I just want to come back home, back home...

-Dated 12th February,2001
Just picked this one outta attic..
Wanted to share it here,just some insight to the metamorphosis that's hit me..
(On demand request though! :P)
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