The Voyage

In the ocean of surprises, in the whirl of life's bay,
I sail across against the tide..everyday,
At times I rove with the turbulent current, and sometimes withstand its way...

A lighthouse of hope, beckons me,
tries to show what i wish to see,
But 'beware' is what I have to be,
because pirates of sorrow are near, in the pandemoniac sea...

Its a starry sky which looks upon the future,
A shooting star, is what I wish for.
A handful of wishes and I'll break free,
But, what shall I make of this journey..?

This voyage of life of waves-high and low,
of summer sunshine and winter snow,
of the thunderous gales and weakened sails
makes a mark on water as I trail...

I vow to the lighthouse of hope,
I promise the starry night sky,
I threaten the pirates of sorrow,
That I'll win this voyage of life...

And with this thought, I sail and sail
while the island of mirth awaits me...

My inspiration...

This post it just to say that my last post,the poem "someone else.." was a outcome of my very close friend Devika's exclamation...!
Last week I was sufferring from cold and cough, and as usual had a terrible time...
And my friend too got it because of the change and fluctuations in the weather...
She was so irritated with it that she exclaimed-"Hey Snigy..I'm so frustrated..it feels like there's someone else inside me ,doing all the talking..its not me."

And at that moment i knew I had to describe that feeling in form of a short poem..
Just want to say THANKS to Deboo...:)

Someone else...

I take a breath..i don't feel i'm breathing...
There's a gush..and my tears well up...
I feel, its not 'me in myself'..its someone else...

I murmur..i sound different...
I try talking..but it asphyxiates me..
I feel, its not me in myself..its someone else...

I lay on the bed...staring up at the ceiling..
I turn over from side to side,but slumber and snooze are alien to me...
I feel,its not me in myself..its someone else...

I know now ..who that 'someone' is...
Don't think i'm a split personality..
its not an alter of myself..
it is just-"common cold" in me and myself!!!!

Life is beautiful...live it!

You never chose to get it,
but fortunate are you to be gifted..
A wondrous span of life,
Life is beautiful,live it!

The cradle of childhood,
and the fountain of youth;
gently with poise it drifted to...
A kaleidoscopic journey of life,
Life is beautiful,live it!

A race won,a stumble while a run.
A failed exam,and to recoup from the job undone,
it winds its way through you...
A challenging time of life,
Life is beautiful,live it!

The unconditional love of parents,
the jubliance of friendship and the ecstacy of love,
sway along with you....
An emotional travail of life,
Life is beautiful,live it!

The future is nubilous,
the present is clear...
So live each day for what may come tommorow
you fear...
Just ebb and flow is the rule of life,
Life is beautiful,live it!

The infantryman's daughter...

I owe my nomadic life and its lessons to a very important human being in my life....my father.
and this poem is a dedication to him...
Its about my life with him being by my side always..even when he was'nt there...

DAUGHTER OF THE INFANTEER

Childhood – young and innocent, all smiles, laugh and gurgle
A mother’s lap, a kiss a pat – was the world for her,
Also was with her - A mother’s fear,
For she was the daughter of An Infanteer!

A thousand miles in the Sri Lankan Jungle,
The Infanteer fought with courage and valour,
But his heart pined for his three year old daughter

Her laughs and cries, her songs and smiles,
Play with dolls or pine for her father
This is the story, yesterday and today,
Of The Infanteer’s little daughter

Her eyes may well up but she will not falter
Strong at heart will be my daughter
Every tear drop will form a pearl for my child
For she is always an Infannteer’s daughter

Years passed by as he saw his daughter grow
And yet another day he had to go
Far and away to fight the enemy – evil
And protect us all from any upheaval

Left his wife and apple of his eyes,
With sweet memories on the sands of time
Naughty yet nervy in her own way
Life-she knew her father could layHe was young and took life as it flows
She a happy go lucky among her peers
Nestled in her little heart – unknown fears
For she was the daughter of an Infanteer

The letters he wrote she never did part
For he wrote of life and all things beautiful,
Love and joy, success and glory
And also of ‘Death’ the ultimate story

Every action in War, ambush and encounter,
Valour and fear, life and after
Every friend that fell , of prayers unheard
This was the life he often said,
To her - the daughter of the Infanteer.

She blossomed like a bud, with mother by her side,
And father in her heart, miles away- yet beside
A father , a friend, a soldier O my friends who hear
He is none other than the Infanteer

The story of children , of soldiers, of warriors
This story is mine, this story is thine,
So proud I am to be a daughter
Of my father – The Infanteer...

(This poem shall always be close to my heart...)

A nomadic life and its lessons

Life is such a treasure...and i feel living a nomadic life in one's own way..gives it a new meaning..
its after meeting new people and living in different surroundings..that we can experience life..
A nomadic life gives its lessons to its followers..
May be I'm still thinking about the things i learnt as a nomad...going from place to place where destiny took me and fate accomplished certain things ,while some were accompolished my me...

I am still pondering over this thought...