Trip to Kanya-Kumar-i

Just wrote this poem – I guess my first one! Tried to make it simple and clear. Has 6 verses with 3 lines in each. Also kept complexity by making 3 more poems from this one – first line from all the 6 verses makes the first, second line from each makes the second and similarly for the third. Thought not great, they mean 3 different aspects. Enough of ones, twos and threes … let me start.

Thoughts leading to Conversations,
Feelings, Touch and Beyond,
Stairway to Heaven;

Lite Metal, Gitter and Yoko,
Maroon Canvas and two Pears,
Suddenly felt the Breezy Beamer Beautiful;

Brew, Bipolar and HaHa,
Lost in us we were,
Constantly the pedal kept in check;

Desires my heart for trips to towns unseen,
To keep it beautiful as ever,
A Flat tyre would you risk?

Proprosal and refuse thou shall not,
Break with a mac I will 😦 ,
While you check your London eye;

Get Clarity with focus and time,
Relax I shall at the Sasoon Docks,
Always waiting for my Kanya-Kumar-i to SMILE 🙂


Published by: vinu

My life - BREESY! :-) :D Beautiful Random Enjoyable Eventful Simple Yellow Places I have lived (chronological): (country) (- state) (-- city) India - (Orissa) -- Cuttack (2yrs) -- Bhubaneshwar (3yrs) - (Maharastra) -- Bombay/Mumbai (8 + 1 yrs) - (TamilNadu) -- Madras/Chennai (6 yrs) - (Pondicherry) (1 yr) United States - (California) -- Berkeley (3 yrs) Education : IIT Madras 02, UC Berkeley 05 Work Experience: Mechanical Engineer at FORD Motor Company, India; Management Trainee at Datamatics Technologies Ltd.; Wireless Programmer at TeleCommunication Systems Inc. Passions (currently as of Dec 2005): Family, Media (visual / audio), Mobile Systems, Internet, Design Interests: Music, Movies, Photography, Enjoying nature, Playing Violin, Graphics, Business / Entrepreneurship / Managments, Spirituality, Design, Technology, Mobile / Wireless

Categories bipolar, friend, life, me3 Comments

3 thoughts on “Trip to Kanya-Kumar-i”

  1. Free Love

    In this myriad complex web of emotions
    Of ecstasy, joy, pain, sorrow,
    Hope, fear, comfort, abandonment
    Love has such different colors
    Like life, an ever changing thesaurus
    A different meaning each day
    A different hope each moment
    Yet, at its very core
    It remains – insanity, madness, irreverence
    Following no known path, adopting no set rules
    Just wild, like an uncontained random function
    free, untamed, fresh, pure…
    no structures, no boundaries
    no weight of expectations, no gazing into crystal balls
    Just pure, uncontained, unbounded…absolute freedom

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