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Undiminishing love, but book closed forever…

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Life is augmented with responsibilities, once, renowned as crown jewels on one’s head.

Is it not what we are to run to, please the society, satisfy the guilt, and crave for un-loved?

Is it not what we are to shut ourselves when one needs us the most?

Is it not what we are to ditch someone to please the other?

 

The imperfections we are in existence, still being loved and cared for;

Strange and magnanimous of being a human. Sometimes we ought to be inhuman.

Is this a mundane affair or extraordinary philosophy in real form?

Self-centered, short-tempered under delay and insecure;

We make mistakes at times blunders, we are out of control hypothetically; it is hardship to handle you and me.

 

It is the insanity hovering over the same thing, again and again,

Only to realize we are lonely which vicissitudes of fate is.

Keeping the thoughts of past in the curls of distain,

There is always a weed in heart only to mourn with tears of blood;

Realizing this is moron madness! Living with this is as good as ‘brain dead’.

 

You…

Dig deep inside your heart, hide me where no light penetrates,

Don’t let even the light touch my soul, as mine is only yours.

Never let me go away, hug me tight,

Don’t you ever think of discarding me away, you are what everything I have.

 

Cremate me deep inside your heart and live the life of soul along with yours,

Yet is frighteningly dark, I have your soul to lit mine up when I shatter, it give me space.

I sleep in darkness alone with tears, missing you for every heartbeat of mine,

I miss…. your warmth, the way you clad me, need your caress when I am on your lap,

The touch of your ever gleaming-lustrous fingers, the mesmerizing happy eyes that loves me the most.

 

Hey my love, bury me in your heart, keep me safe for yourself,

I am yours and you were mine, only to realize you have gone miles away with someone from being mine.

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Written by raghuveeran

June 8, 2017 at 11:29 am

O love! What have you done?

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I am alive but unlike dead,

I am cared but left behind;

I belong to someone but orphan,

I want to be a rover but forlornness is engulfing me.

 

This feeling, an urge to talk to you;

And then I realise there is nobody by my side.

As you chose to take the hand of another even as our hands were made for each other;

You asked me to accompany you to our last breathe, 

And you made me breathe heavy with unravelling mystery of lonely tears.

 

Maturity is scornful symphony perhaps, it’s an irony, emotions are just a joke and I have become a bloke,

And you silenced my heart;

And mine made a grave loud cry in pain that I never felt before. 

 

From trying to be stronger, but I no longer know myself anymore that I lost hope,

I wish someone is there; one another human in this world who could give me a hug and hear my sorrows, and comfort me. 

Only to realise that I am psychologically invalidated by situations;

I am building a brutal self, to emotionally abuse myself with solitary confinement emotionally.

 

Why did you give up on me? I know you love me…

Your guilt to other and social concern is respectfully addressed with your new beginning.

And how is it addressed toward me? 

 

My grief is killing my hope, confidence, creativity, individuality;

Soon I shall see light, a hope of life, with a fake façade of being happy for rest of my life.

You are the best part of life, true; it made rest of my life meaningless without you.

Only leftover’s are flesh and blood. 

 

I don’t blame you for all this, all I communicate is I lost my happiness life. 

Written by raghuveeran

June 6, 2017 at 6:27 pm

…fishermen suffering due to geopolitical aggression

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FISHERMENIn between sea and sea is where we were born,
Both in land and sea we grow.
In between the rich and poor we live,
In between known and incognitos we crawl,
In between A.M. and P.M. we walk.
In between wines we dine,
In between agony and ecstasy we sleep.
In between day and night we lead life; by going between the legs we create life.

In between peace and vendetta we march,
In between pride and humility we become numb.
In between Lanka and India we get killed,
Nobody takes care of us at will.
In between bullets and bombs we admire the shimmer in self,
In between blood and bodies we bathe.

With skulls and flesh our kids play,
With no schools and goals our children dope.
We get kidnapped or arrested by Lankan mates;
We spend rest of our lives with no hope in despair.
Our life gets torn like shirts and nets,
Our fellow men and their boats are taken in cowardly-vice.
Is there someone who hears our voice? Or are our fellow countrymen blind and deaf.

Every fisherman goes to fish in a worry and hope about catching fishes;
We go to fish with uncertainty in our life.
We feed the 2nd most populous country risking our live;
People eat sumptuous fish curries forgetting fellow countrymen’s life lost in the shallows of blue.
At times we think of sinking in the ocean along the tides;
Our wife and kids hallucinate and hummer our minds thus we live.

Birth, life and death have become infamous metaphors;
Weddings, funerals and births have become nothing but a melodrama.
In between bliss and melancholy we think, In between hell and heaven we dwindle;
Hope, fate, luck cast dancing shadows of one’s life.

Awe of waves engulfing us is so gallant;
In between myth and non-fiction world we play our role.
In between land and land is where we fish,
In between sea and sea is where we die.

I would say, you don’t cross your line; they will not cross theirs.

Written by raghuveeran

May 22, 2014 at 12:45 pm

You can’t call it like that…

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he heEvery two-toed ling is habituated to speak in certain way, in an accent, and pronunciation based on their native accent. We have to unlearn that native pattern that we follow to learn a new language. It is always a problem when people try to impose their native languages’ sounds into the other.

Every human has a name to be called with. The process of naming our children has deep roots into our culture, more like an enigma and a bit grueling. We concentrate on family members coming to consensus here in India, and our tastes shouldn’t be more divergent, hard realities bite.  I relished the process of choosing a name before a child is born. Who on earth would prefer a name ‘Bhoogambh Kanth’ means ‘Earthquake’s lord’. It’s always like last name is stationary, you have to swing in a surname, pair middles and give a name, which is first name – encompassing these to cook and dish out a name in the name of suggestion, well everybody suggests plethora of insane, moron-magnetic weird names which, even an uncommon non-intellectual, abnormal thinker will not think of and this has become common.

The victims of magnetic instances…

Is it a conundrum? My French friend was trying to pronounce ‘Thrinavukarsu Achuthanandhan’ with almost 7 to 9 glitch’s tried to say something and sputtered with ‘Thiru’ with different sounds, stretching it in all directions and never escaped the escapade he was into. And most of the foreign people including us in foreign lands have literally tough times filling forms and at airport and elsewhere. Understanding the structure of one’s name has become very difficult and calling them or pronouncing them is a bizarre. Idiographic representation of Japanese and Chinese are still more difficult as the transcribing them and furthermore Romanizing the characters curtail the actual sounds.

Well, one of my friends travelled to Japan, his last name was ‘Srinivasan’. Few of his counterparts were baffled that he had ‘san’ as part of his name. My friend was struck in awe! How come they think like this? And how do I explain this? Ambiguity in understanding and difficulty in explaining your culture to another and making them understand in a stipulated time is as hard as sitting over a needle. More to say, a friend ‘Kurian’ was called and remembered and called as ‘Korea’, by our Japanese counterparts. Here, OMG! Ouch! And WTF! Becomes very much applicable… LOL! And most of the time when we call the French by their name they don’t turn back as it’s Indianised and they hardly recognize it as their name. 😛

To live with…

Our ethos mix and match the differences in names, and add their own novelties. There is no plausible way to rectify this but to live with and enjoy such irritants we face and laugh back at what happened.

Written by raghuveeran

May 20, 2014 at 4:46 pm

Rolling baby.. Music in cries.. Cute affairs!

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I have no comparison to that jubilation, I will cherish every moment with my loved ones. The pain my loved one experienced sweltered my heart. I was hearing the screams out of the room, this, I abhor the unseemliness of this painful brawl by my loved one. The screams and cries were tearing my auditory cortex apart. My sweat glands were active I should say, my anticipation was at the size of expanding universe. The adrenalin around me was filled with infinite limits of anxiety, for the first time I was of no help to my loved one but just watch her screaming in pain. The agnostic theist, me, started chanting prayers. My heart beat as fast as a bullet train, and my mind blocked all the mechanical and human made sounds to hear the cry of my special one’s, and then I heard, it was a the new cry, a new voice. It was an elite sound, more beautiful than Asian Koel’s sound.

There I saw those tender limbs and body all grown out in beautiful carves, sculptured like a cute-pie. The eyes were compellingly penetrative. The hearts developed bonding as strong as the ocean currents.

Her cuteness engulfed me into emotional joy-swirls. She saw me, tears from my eyes danced through my cheek. I touched and felt her with sublime joy. She is/was so special to me.

It was my baby girl’s birth, Sri Saanvi!

Written by raghuveeran

May 19, 2014 at 4:51 pm

Art of pissing!

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Pissing is a natural to all humans. I am literally speaking about pissing or peeing here. Just to make things clear.

Do people have fun while they piss off?

Kids do, and few adults do have fun.

If you roll back into your past… say school days… a lot more younger days… you would have possibly done all wacky stuff involving pissing.

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Emotions of pissing!

Before you let off the salt water out of your bladder…

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Let it go you moron!

This makes you feel that there is no better things that would satisfy a man’s desires but when you give him space to piss after a hour wait for the bladder to burst off… Omg! That heavenly feel is terrific. One would feel like he has got everything in life.

4Life is… Uhh! I pissed.

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Have you wondered? Why men experience piss/pee shiver?

It is brutal science.

One theory is that when you eject the fluid the thermodynamic equilibrium of the body gets disturbed as lot of heat is let off and the brain shakes you to bring back to the equilibrium.

The other theory is that, when one actually urinates, brain relaxes the valves and tenses the bladder. This unconscious process involves fairly hardcore brain chemicals, and the more we have to hold in, the more of those chemicals the brain has to put out to make sure we don’t have an accident of uncontrolled pissing all over the place.

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Types of pissing…

One may damage walls, the empty grounds… kids go to an extent of finding what is the longest distance their trajectory of piss could go. And you will make a mess of the place.

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Omg! This is the longest I have ever gone. This feel would have made one feel, when one had been a kid as if he have gone to space on a rocket. The touch down!

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Ouch! It is so unfair… How did this happen? I was concentrating on this damn thing and still it did not obey the orders. It sometimes upsets people when it drips over the trousers. Yuk!

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 Ah! Oh! I have left the door open as it was urgent and somebody peeped in… Holy Shit! Did that person see it?

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Incidentally, accidentally it became a scrambled erratum.

And the shock has caused more damage…  

Just for gag! Happy Pissing.

 

Image source: Googled em…

Written by raghuveeran

August 16, 2013 at 1:15 pm

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