THE LOST GIRL

Hello!

The feeling being that of a lost and insecure soul,searching the purpose of my life.It was a difficult period indeed,and what scared me the most was that I had pulled my dear ones into it.The doctors in their medical term had named it "depression",and in my diagnosis column was written..'low self esteem and worthlessness'!
But now..looking back at those times I would'nt  really define it in the medical terms.It was a period of serious thinking and reflecting on my thoughts.At the end of that journey I had discovered myself and I feel I know myself better now....
These moments are important in life...and probably they are more important than the happier phases of life.But it is only after coming out of that phase do we realize how much we have earned from it. At present I feel lucky that I was thrown into it and even more, I am proud of myself to have pulled myself out of it.
Well the world is afraid of losing and failure...but guess who isn't? The people who have been through it...the ones who have been thrown into it time and again!
They know what it feels like and have nothing to be scared of...
This poem was written  during that time.It expresses hope that I had of coming out of that phase.I have described it as my 'dark friend' who carried me and left me with hope....
I also speak about my childhood self..she is looking at me with surprise! Where was that little happy soul being taken to... after all??


             
                                        

                                                 THE LOST GIRL



My face is moist,
as the wet rains do fall upon
And caress my cheek
so pale and dry.
The gentle wind does carry 
the fragrance of the blossoms,
But the little bees pluck it away..
as they flew by..

Motionless I lie
and my hairs do sway
as the wind plays with my curls
and tosses them away.
But devoid of the blossoms love
was the wind..
And dry as the autumn's leaves were they!

A strange shoulder carries me
A mist of black was my strange friend
who carried me along.
And with me the dew drops on the rose buds wept,
As from the petals
they too were swept..

Not a breath of life did I breathe
But conscious and awake I lie.
I beg death come and kiss me
as my friend carries me by!

The little girl does feel the wind
And the bees do
gift her the fragrance they had plucked
She smiles as the rain blesses her rosy cheek
And jumps in the puddles
Of her childhood they do speak.

Little did she know
that her future lay,
Within the folds of black mist
And the arms of her friend
who carried her away...

The people will rejoice 
At the sight of the spring
But colourless and breathless
She moved with her friend
On an endless journey were they!

My childhood will little pause
To see me being carried along
The little girl may scream and yell
If she saw the sight 
and heard the story
her future had to tell...

Through the fog and mist
He carries me along
But a golden light do I see
The bees await me with a crown of the blossoms
And lovingly they crown me.

The little girl is
now delighted with joy
She clasps her heart
And the light entwines in me
Awake I lie as my friend is now gone
And has left me lone and strong.....

THE BEAUTY UNDISCOVERED

Hey there!
This poem is very close to me..
I remember reading it on my school stage and seeing all the smiling faces of the teachers and my friends.The feeling was overwhelming and I felt I had been discovered...right there at that very moment.
We have all been to the beach..Im sure.We have stood staring at the blue waters for hours and more,falling in love with the blue ripples.But how must any of us have noticed the sand?
It just lies there,glowing in its golden colour on a hot sunny day.It is beautiful,yet none of us pay attention to it...that beauty is left undiscovered.
So here I have made an attempt to appreciate this beauty....

                                                  The beauty undiscovered...



The golden beads lay scattered along 
as they crowned the nature
And covered the earth 
so bare and grey.

The golden grains 
are a beautiful sight,
They glitter and glow
when blessed with the 
Golden light.

The crisp golden glow
touches my face
And, me being a litte creature
gasped as I realized its beauty,
And bend down to
touch the beads
To feel the benediction
that the earth may feel...

Ah! Not lucky as the earth was I
They slip through my hands
and the beads did roll by
I sigh at the sight of my empty hand
And trudge along the golden sand.

But, then my feet
did they cover
And bless me for being their lover.
The people stood and gazed at the water
The beauty of the sand was seldom discovered...


But I look at my burried feet,
in Royal robes of gold they lay
Sand for the others
But Golden beads of beauty 
for me were they!

The water around 
my eyes did'nt miss
A sight of beauty was the blue
But the beauty of the beads were no less,
Amidst the blues
they wait to be discovered,
Unless washed away by the blues...

The village unseen...

The village,unlike Malgudi exists for real.It is present right here before me,but even then it seems to be settled far away as though it has just jumped out of some fictional book!
It seemed delusive and out of place but it still had it's own charm about it.
I wasn't far from it,I just had to cross two roads and I had even thought of visiting it!It is not always that you get to see a village in this Metropolitan city.But yet,I was here ,two roads away,staring at it from the Metro station.I guess,that's what made it magical.It was the village that I used to read about in books and watch in movies.From,where I stood,I could see a small boy playing with a worn out tyre,a woman moving gracefully with a pot resting on her head,and there were even a couple of hens and cocks that wandered around aimlessly...
On further straining my eyes,I was able to see the huts,and they were indeed made of hay.The lady seemed aloof of this great marvel known as the Metro.Had she even travelled in it?
The boy seemed to be content with the worn out wheel which didn't need any engines but just a stroke of his stick could set it into motion!
How close..yet far away,was this place!
I was not standing here for the first time as on various occasions have I stood gaping out of this station.
Why didn't I see it before? It hadn't moved and it had been here all this while...
Right next to me was this older woman who was busy smoking and staring outside..
But I looked at her eyes and knew that she hadn't seen it..her eyes had missed to see the marvel in this small world that lived and breathed in this big city...
Just like the thousands of eyes that had perhaps looked through the village ..she stared ahead and continued smoking..
The train was fast approaching and it was time to leave. But oh, so happy was I to have discovered this little world that existed right in front of me,amidst this enormous city
There it lay peaceful and calm..not bothered by the city noise and the busy life!

How many of us would actually see that village that was left UNSEEN...?

TO GRANNY...WITH LOVE...

Hello!
 There are a few people in life that I love unconditionally...and my grandparents come first in my 'favourite people' list!
Well...I lost one of them last year..my grandmother...
It was one of those moments where people start thinking of life and death deeply.My grandparents were the people who looked after me till I was three years old or so and I was emotionally bonded to them in a very special way!
This poem was written by me when I was about to leave Kerala and little did I know that I wont be seeing her ever again.It could also be the last vacation that I spend with my grandparents in Kerala.
Now when I think back...I feel she knew it all along the way! And so,every moment was spent beside her,holding her hands and kissing her,talking to her and listening to the same old stories that I've heard about a thousand times or so...
In my opinion old people have the most purest souls..they are meant to be loved and they do deserve the same affection that they had given us..in return...
After all the life's cycle will come back to us...spinning from life to death...



                                                         DEAR GRANDMA....


The same old bricks await me here
And the same old wind
Embraces me with its pleasant smell.

The soil smells just the same
and tells me how it loves the rain
While, the birds whistle the same tune to me
And flutter their wings
ready for flight...
To unknown lands so far.

But amidst the landscape
Set amidst the city noise
I see the frail figure that awaits my voice..

Skinny and pale
You seem older than ever
Nothing here has changed dear grandma!
Then why should you be so old?
I wonder...

Your legs are weak
And you grab on to your stick
with those trembling hands
As if it holds the little life contained
in those brittle bones...
And the noise of your stick is followed by your breath
As you sigh and trudge ahead!

I clutch you tight
and take with me that loving touch
And those tears that tell me
How much you miss me!

But still,I do wish dear grandma
That when I came..
Just like the trees and the birds that chirp so loud
MY GRANDMA WOULD BE THE SAME...

My little friend

Hey there!
One of my father's friends had suggested that  I should start writing journals.I did take it seriously at that time but then eventually I started finding reasons for not writing it.Well the basic reason being,"I cant find time...". I still remember him saying,"look around you and write about any small thing that touches your heart...for you never know what lies within you..."
And so this is a little cute scene which does not hold much importance but it is etched in my mind forever.I realized that my father's friend was right...we should write...for we never know what lies within us....
I'm sure most of us will find our lost childhood years in this little girl who was a fellow passenger in my school bus.
She wore her dark hair in plaits that were tied with this red coloured ribbon and little locks fell on that cheerful face gleaming with happiness.The uniform had patches of mud and dirt and clearly reflected the owner's sporting spirit.Her big eyes sparkled with affection and love as she sat there beside me and admired that blue coloured bottle in hand.I did'nt know her name,but she did remind me of someone...someone I knew really well...myself.
I  saw myself in her.. the picture of me almost nine years back ...
She sat there sipping water from her new bottle,occasionally she would look at it and admire the beautiful blue colour and the cherries painted on  it and then sip again. We were so similar I thought...I still remember the importance I would give to my new bags and bottles.I remember going to school with an eraser in my hand and I refused to keep it inside even while I was in the bus.(Well I also remember loosing it and asking my friend to lend hers...).
She then stopped sipping and poured a little water into the cup and started drinking in that manner.She would pause,give that cup a little shake and keenly watch the water dancing in within it and smile to hersel.I enjoyed my time observing her and travelling down those memory lanes with her.Her little lips did not pause for a while and she continued drinking water....it seemed as though plain water had transformed into this divine drink  inside that little blue bottle.
It was our first day of school and I knew that the bottle would soon loose its importance as the days passed.Will she then ,ever remember,the joy it had brought that little heart...!
(Written on-3/04/2014)

Friends wouldn't this world be a better place if happiness was treasured in a small bottle holding a little water within it...?(Just my thought...what do you guys think?)

THE CRUEL KIND WIND

Hello there,

I am uploading one of my favourite poems as my first post to my blog. It is titled-"The cruel kind wind".The wind has always been my friend,I have tried to express my feelings about wind in this poem. It is indeed my friend...  I have always loved the feeling when that cool breeze brushed against my cheek and I close my eyes trying to capture it...

But of course it cannot be captured... it is too beautiful to be confined within my little mind...

And so my words have tried to capture it as I explore what it means to different people...is he friendly to all?

What are your feelings about these special gifts of nature...what do they say to you?

Do feel free to share your thoughts.....

PS:It is the longest poem I have written as of now..It was written on one of those cool windy days while I was attending(perhaps not attending..;) )my math class....

                                                THE CRUEL KIND WIND

         

                      He blew along in the winter cold

                      Howling through the streets came he...

                       With him the green boughs swirled around

                        And the mother clutched the infant closer,

                        and draped her with a cloth around.

                      Was she afraid ?

                        That he might hurt,

                         her infant...

                         As delicate as a rosebud was she

                          She clutched the child

                           close to her breast 

                             Perhaps to warm her,

                             with the love of the mother's heart 

                              that beat!

                             

                       Twisting and twirling he came along,

                        he came along to me,

                          The scent of the flowers had he carried along

                          And lovingly had he embraced me....

                 

                           The fear of the mother 

                           I didn't feel 

                            I welcomed him with a smile,

                            Ah yes! He was a visitor who would carry my sorrows 

                              and leave me happy ...

                               for a while.

                               I breath in and the scent of the flowers

                                immersed in me,

                                 His cool touch made me close my eyes and I 

                                  spread my arms out wide!

                                   And in rhythm 

                                     had the green trees swayed

                                      Like me,did it swing its arms.

                                     And dance to the rhythm of music

                                       that my friend's arrival made.

                                      The mother and the infant,

                                        were nowhere to be seen

                                         As down the street had she paced.. .

                                          My eyes now,fell upon a bitch

                                          On a tattered sack she lay

                                          With her the pups had huddled

                                           and shiver when my friend made his way.

                                           He touches my face

                                            and my curls danced along with him.

                                             With him I wanted to flow away...

                                                Flow away with him,

                                                through the valleys and with him I 

                                                would journey through the skies...

                                               With him I would pluck the fragrance of the roses

                                                And kiss the bees goodbye!

                                              I felt my worries flow way with him

                                              But what had the mother thought?

                                              Had she not thought about the valleys

                                               Or the cool touch,that

                                                with him he had brought?

                                        

                                              Had she not paused

                                               but haste along the street?

                                                 With the infant held in those arms...

                                                  whose breath to her was the cool breeze 

                                                   And the beat of that delicate heart

                                                   THE RHYTHM THAT MADE HER STRIDE ALONG....

THANK YOU

(written on the 4th of Feb 2013)

                                                             

                                            

                                            

                                         

                        

A welcome note to my friends

Welcome to oasis dear friends...
Well...while creating this blog I was asked for a suitable title.I am not great with titles(let's be honest here...) and I did the usual thing ...I asked my family and friends for their opinion...
A lot of suggestions came...I even went on to search about the various Greek Gods and French words that would give a 'classy sound' to my blog.But then I came across this word 'OASIS'.
The dictionary tells me that "an oasis is a place in the desert that has water and therefore plants and trees and sometimes a village or town".
An oasis personified hope,it was happiness to someone stranded or abandoned,it brought about beauty in a dry and dull place...and I fell in love with the word ...OASIS..
I don't know if I will ever be able to get many readers for my blog,its indeed a big world and I am just a small writer with the pen being my mightiest weapon in this world.
And so I write...little words that come with the gentle stroke of my pen give me happiness,give me hope and make my life worth living in times of sorrow...
We all have our own oasis...right? Those little things that make us happy and put a smile on our face..... ;)
And so...I will post my poems ,stories and my thoughts here...I am looking forward to your frank opinions and support. Hope you enjoy reading my posts and you can even mail me your opinions to intgauri@yahoo.co.in.
PS: I am not a very computer savy person but I do promise that I will try to make my blog as attractive as possible.