Friday, June 25, 2010

The Life

The life of the day is in the sun,
in the wind too,
in the song of the birds,
and in the timeless lives of the flowers too.
I know this all, and this too
that it is day time,
and there is life,
though the sun is behind the clouds
through the twilight,
though the wind is not beheld
through the flourish of the leaves,
though the birds are not seen
through the mirth in their songs,
though the flowers are withered
through their endless fragrance,
Just like I know you are there
Michael, alive in the heart of the Universe,
through your songs.

RIP Michael...


What a bird can;
is the life of a cloud.
What a cloud can ;
is my dream,
to shower you with,
the drops of my soul; to rain.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The Search

To describe a smile,
I groped all my dictionary;
books that told great knowledge,
libraries with material and spiritual wisdom.
But, I failed.
Finally, I said: “I love you.”
thinking the lifetime I would get,
to spend with you,
would help me in my search.

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Friday, June 18, 2010

Being in Love

The most difficult part in love is to confess one's love. Proposing one's love is one of the most important as well as the most difficult things in human life. The life on the other side of the unexpressed love would be as other worldly as love itself. The dream like states, the romance, the passion, every thing will be the same, because there is no loss in love. But for some one out side the experience, it may seem abnormal or insane. I found one very intriguing example during one of my surfing through the Internet. It is a piece written by Fernando Pessoa, translated by Richard Zenith. I enjoyed it very much. So I am quoting it for you. Hope you also enjoy it. 

Being in Love
I always acted on the inside . . . I never touched life . . . Whenever I began to trace an action, I finished it in my dreams, heroically . . . A sword weighs more than the idea of a sword . . . I commanded large armies, won great battles, savored huge defeats—all inside me . . . I enjoyed strolling alone through green parks and down wide corridors, issuing commands to the trees and challenges to the hanging portraits . . . In the wide and dusky corridor that’s at the back of the palace I often strolled with my fiancée . . . I never had a real fiancée . . . I never knew how to love . . . I only knew how to dream of loving . . . If I liked to wear ladies’ rings on my fingers, it’s because I sometimes supposed that my hands belonged to a princess and that I, at least in the motions of my hands, was the woman I loved . . . One day I was found dressed up as a queen . . . I was dreaming I was my royal wife . . . I liked to see my face reflected, for I could dream it was someone else’s face—namely that of my beloved, since the reflection I saw denoted feminine features . . . How often my lips touched my lips in a mirror! . . . How often I clasped one of my hands with the other, or fondled my hair with my hand I’d become strange to, as if it were her hand touching me. It isn’t me who’s telling you this . . . Who’s speaking is what’s left of me.   

 [Courtesy: Poetry Foundation.Taken from "From a Notebook that Never Was"]

Thursday, June 17, 2010


I am cursed with distances from you.
The distance of words,
since you never hear from me.
The distance of the eyes,
since you never see my thoughts.
The distance of smiling back,
since you never see mine.
The distance of nearness,
since I never extend my hand.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Contest Results!

So this is the day. Though a bit delayed the results are going to be announced for The Circle of Friends Award.I apologize for the delay occurred due to some technical reasons in announcing the results. I express my thankfulness for all the participants, and also for those who couldn't make it to answer the questions.

The questions for the contest were:

1)What is the title given for the seventh drop of "Tears"?

2) What is the title of my first series of i-poems?

3) Who is known as the god of the Indian cricket?

4)An author has been quoted in the beginning of the poem "The Myth". Who is that author?

5)The post "The Silent Scream" carries the picture of a superhero. Who is that superhero?

The answers are:

1)The Cure


3)Sachin Tendulkar

4)Carlos Castaneda


 And the Winners are...
Sheri and Terri L. Hadji-Gauthier



Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Contest for "The Circle of Friends Award"

Hi there, as I promised in my previous post, here are the five questions, after answering which you would be selected for The Circle of Friends Award. But as every good contest or game, here also we have a rule or game plan. Play within the rules.

Rule number one: The participant must be a follower of my blog, The Indian Commentator. If you are not a follower, you can follow right now and start participating in the contest.

two: You must answer all the five questions if you want to secure your victory.

Three: You should write the answers in the comment box below with properly numbering each of the answers. Remember, if you could not make sure that the numbers given to each of the questions are not followed in the answers, you might lose the chance to be a winner even if all your answers are correct.

  •  All the questions are based on my blog: The Indian Commentator.    
  • You can use the tools given on your right hand side in the blog to find out the answers. Also you can scroll down and read the older posts for finding the answers.
  • You can write the answers in the comment box below.
  • Please write the question numbers for the respective answers.
  • The answers must be posted on or before 12th of this month, Saturday. 
  • Winners will be announced on Monday 14th June 2010.

As I promised, I will give away The Circle of Friends Award for the winners. Also their names along with the links will be displayed in my blog. Thus you can get the readers from over one hundred countries visiting your blog.

So what are you waiting for? Get ready to make the difference. Remember, the answers are here. It is only a matter of finding them that makes the difference, just like you found me!


1)What is the title given for the seventh drop of "Tears"?

2) What is the title of my first series of i-poems?  

3) Who is known as the god of the Indian cricket?

4)An author has been quoted in the beginning of the poem "The Myth". Who is that author?

5)The post "The Silent Scream" carries the picture of a superhero. Who is that superhero? 
Dead line: 12 June 2010. Saturday.
All the best for the participants.

Waiting for your answers,
The Indian Commentator.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Friends Forever!

"If any one teaches you something new, whoever that be that person must be respected and should never be ill-treated."-The teacher said. The student, who was the prince of that kingdom in the southern part of India, listened to his teacher with awe and great respect. He was young and seemed in his twenties.

When he reached the palace from his teacher's home, it was judgment time. The king had pronounced death sentence for an enemy soldier, imprisoned by the king's army in a recent war. 

The prisoner was taken to a wooden scaffold. On which there was a wooden block. His arms were released from handcuff. The prisoner knelt down and placed his neck on the block. The executioner standing near him raised his huge axe. After a split second, the head of the prisoner would roll over the ground. The prince walked closer to the prisoner, his enemy. He wanted to see the prisoner's head roll down on the earth.

Before the executioner raised his axe, the prisoner spoke: "Please don't cut my pearl string. Please be careful when you lower your axe." 

"Then remove it by yourself."-- The executioner said.
"No. I will not."-- The prisoner replied.
"It reminds me of my freedom."
The executioner stood there without any expression, as if he had no idea of what to do next.
"What do you mean?"--The prince interfered. 

The prisoner looked blankly on the prince and said: "This pearl string reminds me of my friendship. Each pearl represents each of my friends. Each time I get a new friend, I add a new pearl to it. And in friendship there is no binding. One is free to the extent of forgetting each other. But still no one forgets any one and when the time comes, they bless each other with their nearness and smiles. And thus, this pearl string is an awareness of immense freedom and a sense of responsibility at the same time. Please, your excellency, let me have it safe until my soul takes its final leap out from my body."--He implored. 

The prince felt a voice echoing inside his head. He ordered the sentence to be abandoned; an attempt, which he knew he had to pay a great price for. He asked his servant to bring a pearl with a hole through its centre. When the pearl came, he gave it to the prisoner who was dumbfound in total surprise. The prince said: "Please feel free to add this pearl to your pearl string, friend. And thank you for teaching me something new about friendship." The prisoner stared at the prince, without knowing what. 

Friendship gives freedom--Thought the prince. Friendship gives. It gives everything, but neither takes nor remembers the profits to be taken. 

Dear readers, I have been included in The Circle of Friends by Rohini. I express my thankfulness effusively. To give away this award, I have decided to conduct a contest, which could find in my next post after two days. The contest will have five questions. Those who answers the maximum number of questions will be selected for the award. All the questions will be based on my blog. So just wait for my next post folks.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

The Fear of Love

Some people are afraid to fall in love. They are in an endless attempt to negotiate with the uncertainties love brings for them. Here is one example...

"I've been in love with you for weeks.'
There's no such thing,' she says. 'It's a rhetorical device. It's a bourgeois fallacy.'
Haven't you ever been in love, then?'
When I was younger,' she says, 'I allowed myself to be constructed by the discourse of romantic love for a while, yes.'
What the hell does that mean?'
We aren't essences, Vic. We aren't unique individual essences existing prior to language. There is only language." 

--David Lodge

...they theorize love and forget that love happens in the complete absence of negotiations between the self and the external. There is only complete forgetting of the internal self and the external. Some people are really afraid to fall in love.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

The Eighth Drop of "Tears"


Love supplies a mysterious power,
into your hands.
When you write about rain,
it rains.
And when you write about tears,
you cry.

It is raining. Rain is good. I feel tears in my eyes. Tears also are good. I write and the raindrops sweep away words from my paper leaving it blank, wet. And there is no one to hold an umbrella for me. Therefore, there won't be a new drop of tear anymore.

Though it won't end, let me stop now.