AN ODE TO MY ANGER
Oh, Anger, you arrive unhindered
When I least want it
You proclaim your arrival
Vociferously pouncing upon me
As I try holding you back
My fluttering will power
Gives in at your menacing impudence
And I start exhuming my times of yore
Bringing to surface
Pieces of my sunken past
They lay afloat in my conscious pond
Until you stop unkindly surging them up.
You have incarnated at times as my tears
As humanity bows down with changing values
Thus pronouncing my helplessness,
But then, strange enough
You pressurize me to look beyond
And find ways to act upon
With clear perception and transparency
Oh, anger you are my strength
At times though but _
When pleading eyes search
In me for traces of compassion,
Your refusal to depart from my being
Leaves me frustrated
Oh, anger I implore you
To be a visitor at the right time
And other times I solicit your comrades
Love, gentleness, and good humour
for me to be servile in their empathetic presence

A trip to Ooty was much unexpected. When Madhavan announced the trip we were exuberant. but i had to accept that deep down i could feel my self sulking . Unni is my soul mate! A trip with out him was going to be an incomplete one .Madhavan put aside my apprehension and we proceeded as planned. The lushness of the Ooty extended a refreshing welcome. We were both rejuvenated and exhilarated by the hillocks reaching to sky as if to feel its vastness. The hotel staff encouraged us to enjoy the flower show which was to culminate on the next day. The flower show was a unique experience with variety of flowers arranged with its exquisiteness well highlighted. It seemed as if the heaven had descended them on earth to feast our eyes with their colourful blend well displayed. A variety of models were adorned with the lustre of flowers. The scene was so enchanting that eyes and heart refused to part with it. Sight seemed a blessing here. Nevertheless we left the place with the lingering memories of the flower show in our hearts.

A trip to Ooty was much unexpected. When Madhavan announced the trip we were exuberant. but i had to accept that deep down i could feel my self sulking . Unni is my soul mate! A trip with out him was going to be an incomplete one .Madhavan put aside my apprehension and we proceeded as planned. The lushness of the Ooty extended a refreshing welcome. We were both rejuvenated and exhilarated by the hillocks reaching to sky as if to feel its vastness. The hotel staff encouraged us to enjoy the flower show which was to culminate on the next day. The flower show was a unique experience with variety of flowers arranged with its exquisiteness well highlighted. It seemed as if the heaven had descended them on earth to feast our eyes with their colourful blend well displayed. A variety of models were adorned with the lustre of flowers. The scene was so enchanting that eyes and heart refused to part with it. Sight seemed a blessing here. Nevertheless we left the place with the lingering memories of the flower show in our hearts.

the next day initiated with the pine forest where Achu had a taste of the sloppy forest as he confidently strode into the valley collapsing in a pit. Fortunately he was saved with a tiny bruise on his left temple. He regained his lost enthusiasm with a horse ride his father offered to him. the top view from the mountain which is covered with carpet grass was a splendid scene the nature had showcased. This interlude form the monotonous car journey was indeed a welcome change. We watched the scene below from the Mountain View. One could look below and simply stare stupefied marvelling at the creator's deft hands that painted with natures bounties flawlessly.

Wherever we walked nature seemed to have bestowed the place with beauty and abundance.

the charm of the trip was that after a long gap i was with Madhavan . i simply wished the days to prolong forever amidst the ravishing lushness of ooty, being in the warm presence of the blessings that God so lovingly endowed me with.

To my Alter Ego!

Sitting in the balcony of my home
Feeling the wetness of the sleets in my palm 

Pondering over the dampness in heart 

I shunned the seeming thoughts

With a reclusive sense of void!
Trying to put up a nonchalant demur
I gazed at the vastness of the land

And shifted to the expanse of the sky

My roving eyes fixed at where they met.

In my demeanor I appeared composed

As a becalmed ocean, 

But resonating the thought of the sky,
Complimenting my mood,
 How I did emulate the sky

When we were together,
Conveying through the unspoken words,

Catching the similar strings of thoughts

Then the invisible presence of you
Walked in presenting yourself

Replenishing my forlorn self
With reverberating musings

As you serenaded in my memory

Feeling the incantation of the recollection

I was lifted up in the air with elation 

My moorings with u were short-lived

They remain conspicuous in my heart

Relating to the days of your proximity

Leaving me absorbed in contemplation!

My heart full of enchanting memories,

They are indeed the sweetest reminiscence

Recounting to rejuvenate my numb self,
The wet flooring beneath cooling my mind and 

Beaming with aspiration I peered towards the horizon

To behold the Golden hue adorning the clear sky!
How I do emulate the sky!

APJ- The dream Man of the century (in memory of a rare meeting 23.11.2008 at DPSMUN)

Like a new dawn of realization
dawning on us
You stand there as rising sun .
permeating the hue of ur character
you are the strength in simplicity
reverberating from each strand of ur being
the rejuvenation of the spirit of action
even my old bones revive an energy
and i stand there in awe
as you walk past
as if you r a nonentity
u kindle my numbing spirits.
Shimmering energy revitalized in your undaunted persona
elevating our spirits to scale heights
arousing in us the sense of sincerity
we stand there committed to our dream
the dream to excel!
the dream to be the cause of excellence
not only to dear and near ones
but to be to the humanity!
we thrive on the pearls of wisdom u throw
the subtle impact of your serene persona
we emulate the  love u exude

with the aura of utmost sensitivity
you speak so much of children that
the child in me is awaken
enthusing me to do what i can
with whatever i have
you are the source of inspiration to many
tapping the right spot in the soul
instilling us to elevate ourselves
to be the genuine denizens of our era!

To the stentorian of my heart

TO THE STENTORIAN!
You the stentorian in my heart,
Hard and fuelled by impulse,
Speaks with silent eloquence,
And discreet persuasion.
Whilst I unheeded the voice so intense,
Vociferously it manifested itself
Plunging into my psyche,
Coercing me to caution that
Proximity assiduously promotes obsession,
‘Beware of the apparently benign bond
That may leave you staring bewildered,
At the apathetic callousness
Of seeming intimate!’
It happened several times
When I found solace
In a compatible companion!
Like a well wisher it pleads me
To retract my decision to carry on.
But then life is perfect master
Trains me with hurts and pains
Respite, is the lesson I learned
As this clique teaches a lesson or two
With their façade surfacing with urgency.
But then I take it all in my stride,
As time is a perfect healer
This process of my churning
Teaches me to accept my own self, that
I am inept before the power of loving manners
And leaving myself at the mercy of fate.
Though getting hurt at the hypocrisy,
I cherish with inimitable joy,
Of living through each of them.
I script this story in perfect blue,
Brining to light the soul of each association
pronouncing that i love my life!