Bharath J Nair- Unexpired Poetic Licensee

2011-06-03T23:17:00.000-07:00

To start off, this one too leaked out of my lazy mind, that was fed up of being too idle for weeks... Although its not a new fact that i am that lazy a guy... But still,thought its worth mentioning !! ;)

Well .. Its basically about a night, when i get lonely and i walk aimlessly...I happen to hear a melodious music from some place near and i follow the music only to find a beautiful girl , a Goddess... playing violin !! I was delirious to substantiate that it was not an aimless walk after all..!! We spent a lil' while together and we parted... I was so very broken to become all alone , again... I had to crawfish out and then walk all the way back ...I am still unaware of the time when i reached my home...But , it was when the sun rays scan my face, that i realize it was all a dream and the Goddess was my Sleep !!!

Happy Reading :)

I walk the lonely night !!!

(c) Bharath J Nair, 2011

I was in a place far, far away ,
And the time, so not day.

It was dark , and it was raining,
Lost in the clouds , the moon still beaming.

Cus, I saw him take a peek,
Grinning like a foxy geek.

Sauntering along the empty street,
With no plans , of retreat.

Living the moment like a ghost,
Counting the footsteps between posts.

I listened to the euphony of the wind chimes.
A music so very pure came floating, and it rhymes.

Notes spat out from a piece of wood,
So exquisite, that it thickened my blood.

I heard my heart, beating in perfect rapport,
Like a string resonating , between supports.

I took an abrupt pause,
To hear more of de Elysian verse .

The cold breeze lead the way,
And it channeled my soul to a bay .

There she was, with her fingers bleeding .
Least anticipating anyone to come reading.

Reading her mind, which was pied , so well,
On the notes that poured down ,like a ringing bell.

She took a breather and passed an impeccant look ,
Giving an end to the music , scribbled on her book.

I felt lost , for it gave me a shock,
And i could hear, little toads croak.

She walked to me , and chipped in a smile,
I was beaming and we walked a mile.

With no words to speak, we strolled,
The music still had my empty mind , filled.

We slackened our pace near the cliff, and finally halted,
She spoke , and her voice sweetened the air, that was salted.

Of chronicles that once made her happy ,
My eyes riveted on her, like a puppy .

Tales blended with emotions ,I saw a tear,
Dangling like a piece of diamond, so rare.

I wiped it away and cheered her up,
She suspired sadly , and then stood up.

She held my hand , and we slowly descended,
To the beach down the cliff, where it ended.

Tardily and graciously , we walked along the beach ,
Stargazing about the goals , well beyond our reach .

Hoping that God will once have a decisive say ,
On how our lives will end up, in a happy way .

I stared at her , straight on her eye ,
For it was time to bid goodbye .

She blinked , and gave me the sweetest kiss ,
A feeling worth living for, an absolute bliss !

She waved at me gracefully, like a prima donna ,
My mind's a mess and diffident of where i am gonna .

I could even feel her leaving, her shadow ,
Even as I trespassed a a meadow !

My mind was befuddled and conflated like a pickle ,
The stale breezy air no longer gave me a tickle .

A real mess , bubbling with sorrows and pain ,
Murky like a cloudy sky , just about to rain .

Flip flopped back home , like a little boy ,
With a lot of virtues , and spreading joy .

Cognizant of the fact that i am all alone ,
With all the treasured memories, never gone.

The wooden framework focused the sun ,
Waking me up and spoiling the fun ..

She was in every sense a Sleeping beauty ,
For she was my sleep , and she was a beauty !!

2009-07-21T11:49:00.000-07:00

Wot is a journey ???

Accordin to wikipedia :
it is de "The act of traveling from one place to another; a trip."

well... i too had one jus lik dat !!!! not exactly "like dat" but still........
i boarded a train , 4 applyin in a distant colg. in kerala..........
Frankly speaking, i never like 2 travel..........
dat mite b de reason, i started writtin another 1.....a diff. 1
De title seems wierd ,although it has a meaning hidden at de end....

Do comment on dis 1..............too........

Boarding : Here...
Destination : Right Here...

By: Bharath J Nair
No rights reserved.....2009

I remember the station I boarded,
Of the destination, I never bothered.

I felt the train staying perfectly still,
And the cold breeze gave me a thrill.

The sound of the horn filled the air,
The passing wind brushed my hair.

The bridges made a roaring sound,
Like the noise of a ferocious hound.

I saw a one legged white crane,
As I tried to sit up, with a strain.

At stations, where the train had to stop,
I saw porters straying with some hope.

People who rushed in to get a seat,
Finally had to travel all along on feet.

Some children waved at me with a smile,
I kept staring at them for a long while.

A bookseller gave my neighbor a book,
He returned it, having a thorough look.

The seconds’ hand continued its flow,
To me the time went extremely slow.

Then I dreamt of my near past,
This made the time pass fast.
I felt both my eyelids drooping,
And my school memories looping.

But I kept myself awake,
By eating a piece of cake.

A boy lovingly smiled at me,
I waved at him, he came to me.

Suddenly from me, words started pouring,
His facial looks told me, I was boring.

The train slowly climbed to the hilltop,
Then started speeding down the slope.

The sun’s rays focused on my face,
Even as the train gathered pace.

The moving ground made me wonder,
While the rainy clouds gave a thunder.

On my way back, it started to rain,
The piercing drops gave me a pain.

Slowly the sun started fading,
And my journey proceeding.

Miles later, the train slowed down,
I realized I’ve reached my town.

I understood, I have reached nowhere,
And my visions were blurred by a glare.

I was woken up with a scream,
When I realized it to be a dream.

And the dream continues ...

2009-07-21T07:17:00.000-07:00

Schooltime's over
tis Showtime...

This is a poem written by me...Do comment on it......
Schooltime's over
tis Showtime...
By: Bharath.J.Nair
(c) Copyright Protected 2009
Introduction to the poet :

Bharath is one among the modern romantic poets, who loved nature and tapped the hidden beauty even in the ugliest of things. His talent was never appreciated by anyone except himself............Poor chap!!The difference from Shelly is that he developed his own talent and tried to bring out the silver lining.........And to add to his misery this poem was also Disregarded............. Among the (ahem...) “2387" poems written by him, not a single one was successful.........This poem was written during a busy class hour (to be exact, when the boring Lagrange's Mean Value Theorem was taught..) to avoid a noisy snore......(and help ma neighbours REST in PEACE......)He had to survive several hardships to complete this poem..(As he was caught and sent to the Principal........as usual.......)
The theme of this poem is his sorrowful farewell to his beloved school.

It had been a long thirteen years,
For teachers words i gave no ears.

Yes, thirteen years is indeed too long,
And that's what made me write this song.

Life was just plain awesome,
With some memories gruesome.

Then there were those little tricks,
Which often left memorable pricks.

I've always been to the principal,
For not keepin' by his principle.

When caught i was a hero,
When not i was a zero.

Football was my favourite game,
And i strived for a piece of fame.

I was at times put to the ground,
When all around me jus' frowned.

I played as a frontline striker,
Playin' like a ferocious biker.

Seldom do we come to school,
A nd then we make others a Fool.

My favourite subject was "MASS",
Even though twas the noisiest class.

When we were taught the Integrals,
We craved for the Intervals.

Each one dragged his own chair,
To give the teacher a big scare.

At times we threw chalks all over,
Until the stocks got over.

Our school boasts of buses ten,
Full of kids and rush even then.

The classes here are breezy,
But some lectures make us dizzy.

The campus is a perfect scenery,
With lots and lots of greenery.

What i've learned is true friendship,
Which is indeed a divine relationship.

To me my batch is indeed the best,
We’ve proved our point at La Fest.

Now i think of them with a smile,
Even though it has been a while.

I've hated Shakespeare once,F
or he uses lots of puns.

My classmates are my friends forever,
I'm sure , I'll forget them never.

To be or not to be ,
Is what matters to me.

I hope to gain glories,some.
In the crucial days to come.

Cheer all Loyola's son,
For Loyola is full of fun

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