"The way the ball bounces.........."

It is not for me to be more transparent, but for you to break through my opacity - that between you and me is friendship.

The sun bid farewell to the day, The white round shone, The scene set around the lake, Crowd started settling in, One after the other, the bell rang, All laughing and joy, The big, tall, small and round, They all came to what they call A/506, The sound of the tv blared hared, The giggles and smiles, Out came the glasses, Poured in white and golden, The cards played its part, I lost all judgement, Kept playing till all, Quit and i lost, Golden kept me at bay, Saw one drop after other, Made a serious effort, To stay till last, Succeed did i most of times, This time, the balcony, lost, All its old customers, people, I looked across the balcony, waiting, For them to return.

From a dear friend, the language of the poetry is so simple and rhythmic that more than the aura of the matter, the emotions flow. Thank you for this lovely praise, so direct yet shielded from the attack of humility. I am deeply touched and may those last few lines always remain true, a humble dream that i desire.   Mr. Pillai Of course, Mr. Pillai is one of a kind, Although his actions may suggest otherwise, He actually has a very sound mind, It is not far, the time, when he shall rise. Food is his weakness, love, interest and passion, His roommates are always short of ration, His dance move is the latest sensation. He does have a way with words, He doesn’t believe, in following the herds, May not look like, but does belong to the nerds. He is even a poet, but simply doesn’t show it. For every man, there comes a moment, Beyond which he thinks it’s the end, It crosses that stage, where he does no longer lament, Believe me friend, it is never late to mend, This ...

Somewhere deep inside every line means a lot to me....so my tribute to Deep Purple.....When a Blind man cries....you know there aint a sadder tale.... If you're leaving close the door. I'm not expecting people anymore. Hear me grieving, I'm lying on the floor. Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure. I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man and my world is pale. When a blind man cries, Lord, you know there ain't no sadder tale. Had a friend once in a room, had a good time but it ended much too soon. In a cold month in that room we found a reason for the things we had to do. I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man, now my room is cold. When a blind man cries, Lord, you know he feels it from his soul.

That day, when the dark set in, i poured the last of my Jack into a steel tumbler and dropped two cubes into it, not knowing how this day was going to change the way i viewed life. The road less travelled is what i chose over those hundreds of known ways, i hesitated only once, then never till today and probably never again. Fun for me was those numerous occasions where the balcony shook faith, alcohol evoked emotions and smoke channeled sources, little did i know that fun was also prevalent in those times you spent with people with whom you connected. The connection here is beyond friendship, a little less than life but full of life. One little problem with my attitude towards life, i engage deep in relationships and then i hurt them, some stay while others pack their bags. But one thing is for sure, if i have ever spoken to you, you have found a place in my heart. Goodbyes and Farewells are for those who willingly or unwillingly wish to part, my spirits remain entwined in those s...

Ask any man, what is that one thing that has the capability of moving this otherwise resolute piece of creation that has withstood the test of age; his reply would definitely include his love for his son or daughter. Time has proved this again and again, be it the high profile politician, the terrifying underworld don, the common man who shares lots of common faces or even the poverty stricken peasant that children bring them joy and they are ready to go to any extent to fulfill their wishes. Living in such a family oriented environment, you can predict the enormous pressures on the youth of this country nearing marriageable age. I happen to be one of them, one of the very youth who wishes to hide their face behind the thousands of marriage ready off the shelf market products. I don’t see the need for marriage, I always thought it was my childishness but now that I have grown up, I still linger with the same thought. What made me take such a decision, I don’t know. You can always rea...