Her Fall Fiesta

With crunchy, crinkly leaves everywhere

Autumn had painted the town yellow, orange and red.

She changed the wreath on her door, again

Like she had every year, for all of sixty seven.

Until next time, 

Chandana Shekar

Writer's Block

Sitting around was I, thinking of a topic to write on

Failing to get a brainstorm, had just begun to yawn.

Why was this happening, only today all of a sudden?

Wondered why my pen, was now not getting into action.

Do I write about love, yet another time?

One more in the row, wouldn't actually be a crime.

Or would something else, with a lilt of comedy do?

Maybe I could write about, the circus and its crew?.

Depression and denials, were infact not a bad idea
But I wanted something more cheerful, maybe even the Dahlia.
Maybe a wish for somebody, a friend very true
Or somebody who had already bid, a final adieu.

The tides at the sea, or the birds in the tree
Everything, but nothing, would my psyche agree.
God!, what do I pen on?, what do I do?
Maybe my mind has gone, to bamboo, to chew.

Until next time
Chandana Shekar

Sands of Time

It just seems like yesterday, that You, I met,
You feel the same too, I know I can bet.
How years passed by, I dont know my darling,
Its just like a dream fading away, with every good morning.

Late night talks and rides on the bike,
We enjoyed, we loved, we did everything of the like.
A visit to the temple, or shopping at the mall,
Wherever we went, we had such a ball..

Today, at the station I froze, looking at the train,
Letting you go my baby, was such a huge pain,
Was just telling myself, 'Its all destiny bound',
When I got your call, asking me to turn around.

How could I say bye, how could I speak,
For tears in my eyes, were about to take a peek.
To the end of the road , did I walk along,
How I wish I could, for a little more long.

Amongst your friends, I felt so lost,
Everybody bidding you bye, with time flying so fast..
All I then had, was just one appeal,
Just a moment with you, i wanted to steal.

Before I realised, the whistle had been blown,
Everyone holding on, to seats of their own.
We couldn't shake hands, but sweety thats fine,
My eyes understood yours, and yours knew mine.

At the church my dear, after you left,
Was promised your safety, when before god I knelt..
Sat by my window, thinking of you,
All I knew, was how much I missed you.

I so wish, it was less than years,
That my saddened heart , I got to nurse.
If for each day, away from you, that's passing,
It would be one day close, to together, of our being.


Be loved,
Chandana C.Shekar

p.s.- If I had to choose a poem of mine closest to my heart, it would be this one for sure.

A Gourmet for you, Ma.

You're asleep so calm Ma, and I sit by,
But inside of you, I know is a strife.
It's supper time almost, and I smell nostalgia,
Of all the food you've given me, all my life.

Way back from colostrum and it's antibodies,
Took utmost care to prepare my cerelac.
For my birthdays, you baked those amazing cakes,
And those yummy cookies, every day for a snack.

Come any festival, was always my favourite sweet,
Chicken soup it was, when I went down with viral.
All my exams, I survived with your midnight tea,
Dinner was a feast daily, with tangy mango pickle.

Making my career in Medicine was important,
And I had to focus, I always thought.
Hence the aid of stove, spoon and spices,
Not even for one single day,I sought.

Late now though, I realise it today,
For you, I should've sometime cooked.
Even though just a meal or two,
Happy then, you would've felt and looked. 

Now please open your eyes Ma,
Respond to the drugs acting on you.
Help me cook a Gourmet for you Ma,
Just bid your Ryle's Tube adieu.


p.s.:This poem is fiction.  Hope such a day never ever comes in anybody's life though.

p.s.:I'm back!! Four years on my blog, though I was absconding for the whole last year. :-p .

Yours,
Chandana C Shekar

A Comedy Of Depression.

"A mental state with unhappiness and hopelessness",
Is what the medical dictionary defined 'Depression' as.
But when I was a victim, with no prizes to guess,
I just felt , its nothing but a pain in the ass.

 How stupid was I, frowning over everything,
Felt like a helpless bird, cut off, its wings.
Neither excited about my engagement, nor the ring,
Until for me, I heard my fiance, sweetly sing.

Things on the D-day, looked so very sublime,
Good, was the ceremony, everybody having a nice time.
Wanted to sing poetry, very well in rhyme,
But yet, all that I could manage, was just mime.

He left for a month, so did his family.
Others got to work too, left alone was me.
I was left to myself, however I wanted to be,
Nobody came to see me, not even for tea.

I wished somebody helped me, maybe an elf?
Or did I have to do it, all by myself?
Just grabbed a book, from the lot on the shelf,
And left for the hills, just I, me, myself..

With so much of desperation, the hilly path, I climbed,
Lost balance and hurt my knee, and yeah, it pained.
Finally seated in a place, I got nicely settled,
But shit, down the hill, the book just tumbled.

I wanted to read something, be it the menu spread at a luncheon,
I then found in my purse, capsules and literature, of 'Isotretinion'.
Oh! this drug, for my acne, was the treatment regimen..
Damn it!, in susceptibles, the side effect it caused, was "Depression"!!

Full Moon Promise

Walking the way, along the beach
My hand in yours, gave me so much of bliss.
Was it the moonlight?, or the sparkle in your eyes?,
That made the scenario, feel so very nice.

Wonder I did, from where the stars came?
And if actually each were, spelling out a name.
Moved around them, the clouds at their own pace,
With the cold winds, giving the earth, a warm embrace.

It felt amazing, to sit next to you,
And gaze at the moon, full of white hue.
With my hand in yours, looking into my eyes,
Stunned was I, when you said your lines.

"One year into wedlock, you've given my life, so much glee,
Forgive me if I've ever hurt you, is today, my only plea.
To my life my baby, you've been such a boon,
Will love you forever and ever, I swear by the moon".

Was so pleased, that I just couldn't speak,
Nothing more than this, Could I ever ever seek..
Much more than a hug, more than a kiss,
I had just then got, my 'Full Moon Promise'.



Loads of love,
Chandana C. Shekar

The Reason..

The world's asleep, but I'm wide awake
Thoughts of mine, are having their own take.
Why did all this happen, why to me?
For what mistake am I. paying the fee?

     My heart skips a beat honey, even now, for you
     Yet You and I turning Us, forever remains due.
     Got you to believe, on you did I cheat
     Its for your good did I, get the act neat.

For your love-bound eyes, life with me seemed nice
But you couldn't see honey, things you had to sacrifice.
I know you would give it up , with all your heart
But you deserve to have all that, every single part.

I know I'd be your family, you'd take my surname
But why lose your present one, just for the same?
You'd choose me over them, given a choice any day
Yet that hollow in your life, would forever and ever stay.

 

 I took you for a ride, is what for now, you believe

That's enough for me, from your heart, to take leave.

For breaking your heart, I shall take, all the accuse

I just didn't want you at the crossroad, having to choose.

Until next time,

Chandana C. Shekar

Why not me, Ma?

Just because its an X and not a Y,
Can't I have a life ma, can't I fly high?
If The She is worshipped and respected,
Then why am I being, unwanted and aborted?

Wouldn't you fondle my rosy cheeks and black curls?
Wouldn't you adorn me ma, with veils and pearls?
Wouldn't you keep my baby-steps, forever videotaped?
Wouldn't you hide tears, when I get the Black Robe draped?

Why can't I be your baby doll, best friend and walking stick?
Why a perfect groom for me ma, you wouldn't pick?
Why can't I be, in your fondest thought and prayer?
Why are you paying the doctor, to turn a butcher?

Do I deserve this fate, just because I'm female?
Do you think the son you want, will never fail?
Do I make your heart feel, any less warmer?
Do I deserve not to have, a promise of future?

The only helping heart, I've ever known is you
Pleaded enough ma, yet my life remains due.
So much of Why and Why exist, but I'd believe,
You did so to protect me ma, from the world's aggrieve.

p.s.- This poem of mine is featured in this month's edition of N-zine.

Until next time,
Chandana C. Shekar

Ouch..

February's around the corner. Everything will turn luvvy-duvvy red then. Everybody'll know one thing for sure then-love! Everybody expect their proposals get accepted. Love does indeed seem to be in the air. Since it's Jan yet ,I thought how about a 'just miss' at love?. Here it goes... ;-)

Ouch..

Eyes saw an image, Heart missed a beat,
Was something I felt, which would never repeat.
Instantly did I know, he was the special someone,
For in me, I felt then, bliss, anxiety and fun.

Long had it been, that I had stopped imagining,
No inspiration did I have, to do any penning.
A spur of a moment, did it take now,
For words to form phrases, I don't know how.

Smitten by him, was I very much that day,
So much I'd say, that words can't say.
Never in two decades, had I, this way felt,
One smile of his, and my heart would melt.

He's the one I thought , for now, ever and always,
Fate failed I guess, for him, I did not entice.
To him, I thought, would I never bid adieu,
But dreams just shattered, when I realised...
He was my Best Friend's Beau.

p.s.- The last time I showed this to a friend, he asked me who that best friend of mine was. So here's the disclaimer- this is a work of pure fiction!!

p.p.s- 100 followers on my blog now ..yayy!! :-)

Until next time,
Love,
Chandana C. Shekar

I'm back !! :-)

:-) Hiya everyone,

A dreaded exam, loads of sleep, a much awaited long holiday, time spent with my best friend, time spent with family, a festival and now,.... Me back and blank.Yeah, I'm back on my blog, but I don't know what to write on.It feels like I'm having a thought block (That's a deja-vu from my exam on last sunday, but that was a dangerous block).Maybe I need some warming up.

Until then, there is an old poem of mine, that I had written when I was preparing for my third year MBBS exams - 'Musings at Ophthalmology'. Somehow Ophthal never goes down well with me. And the same status existed even when I was preparing for PG entrance. That was among the last subjects that I studied. And this poem is now featured in this month's N-zine. Have a read at this link.

And at namma masthmysore.com , had written a poem 'Happy New Year Mysore'  . Do have a read. If any of my Mysore friends are reading this, there is a fun quiz at www.masthmysore.com at 10pm everyday called MYQ. It's a pictionary about Mysore and it's fun to play. I play it. A bunch of fun people do. Do join in. I'm sure you shall enjoy it.You can even get them on facebook. :)

I have a lot of posts to read on your blogs my blog-friends, and I shall love doing that.

See ya'll soon..
Until then, take care, have fun, enjoy life..

Loads of Love,
Chandana C. Shekar

Its N-zine time again.

It's 15th of the month and the time when the online magazine 'N-zine' goes on stands. Its out this time too. The theme is 'Food and Beverages' this month and its at this link.

Yeah, you know what I'm gonna say now. "I wrote too" ;). This month, it was time for poetry. Wrote a poem called 'A Gourmet for you'. Poetry was how I had started writing. I had a poetry blog at 'My works of Rhyme'. Only after that did 'The World Around Me' get concieved. Writing poetry has always been a pleasure. Winning competitions at college-day always felt good, but no prize felt better than the one won for poetry. With a given topic and a time limit of one hour or so, to get my creative brain cells into play, that was one competition I thoroughly enjoyed.

Anyways, this time it so happened that I was caught up in a lot of things and didn't get time to write for n-zine within the last date for entry submissions. To top it, I hadn't written poetry since long and I thought I wouldn't be able to do it justice. But then, a dear friend reminding me about it and me giving it another try, it just happened ! And I'm glad about it. Wait a sec, maybe I should stop cribbing that studying is getting tough, and maybe give it another try. Maybe I can pull it off with a bit more push. Wow, another lesson learnt. ;). I'll get to work. You guys enjoy reading N-zine.

Cheers to N-zine,
Chandana C. Shekar

Your Smile..

That lucky day,
When you gave me a smile;
It took my breath away,
As far as a mile.

Those words of yours,
Which melted me hon;
As though I was just ice,
And you were the sun.

With all your love,
And all your care;
I just don't know,
How time flew away.

When I almost thought,
You were really mine;
You shared your life,
With another woman.

I thought and thought,
What do i do??
It was no more 'us',
Just 'me' and 'you'.

I was ready to accept,
That you will never be mine;
But you ruined it all,
When you smiled at me again.

Yours,
Chandana C. Shekar

Within The Ambit Of My Heart's Plea

In conversation was I, on the phone, with you
Hours passed by, but something, as always remained due.
Miles apart, but touch wood, not torn apart
Of my life, you're still everything, not just a part.

You whispered something, and a broad smile, was on my face
To witness this rarity, even time, slowed its pace.
Little words of yours hon, give me so much glee
Let this remain forever, is my only, and only plea.

Now in my room, I sit, thinking of you
At the mirror ahead I glance, and I see, something very new.
The same eyes, hadn't I seen?, since two decades?
But why today, do they say?, I may soon need bridesmaids?

Some chords, I hear, of a very familiar sort
Played from a piano, as though, straight from my heart.
Few sweet lines, the other day, you sang to me
The same music, is what lingers on, whenever it be.

Waiting eagerly am I, for that one fine day
When "Happy Wedded Life", to us, people would say.
A bit more place, in your heart, I would then claim
And to mine, would be added, a part of your name.

Would have by then, gifted my life, to its only possible heir
Not asking for myself, of it, even a little bit of share.
Im only and only yours, for now, then, and forever
Just one appeal my dear, don't shatter the dream, ever.



p.s.1- People say that the period between engagement and wedding is a very nice period. But I have no idea dude! All I know is that I have a wedding to attend this week :-). My friend, adjacent register number at college, Bindu is gettin married day after. All the secrets and gossips, fights and parties,smiles and tears,..well, she is for sure the girl with whom I spent maximum time during classes, labs, clinicals and even more than half of internship. Can't belive she is already getting married!! With a PG seat in hand, madam is all set to get settled in life. Happy married life dear. Wish you all the happiness in the world. May all your dreams come true. :)

p.s.2- This work is a fiction. I don't intend to get married in the next couple of years atleast :)

Cheers,
Chandana C. Shekar

Microfiction Monday #2

Okay, for the second week, here's the pic from Microfiction Monday and my take on it.. Lemme know how u liked it..

"Bonjour, My name is Marissa, the maid

I take care of all the orders laid.

Shall clean your mansion and your cars,

Just don't ask me to part with my jars!!"

Cheers,

Chandana C. Shekar

Microfiction Monday #1

"Microfiction Monday". Got it from Susan's Blog. In simple words, Susan puts up a picture and anybody who wants to, can write about the picture- but, in 140 characters. That's it. For more details, go to Susan's blog Stony River. Found it exciting. Doing it for the first time ;-)



Here's the picture...

And here's my take:

"Two make a couple,

Three make a crowd.

Where on earth is mine?

Shall go look around."

First time with this,
Chandana C. Shekar

A Writer's Block

Sitting alone again, was thinking of a topic to write on

Failing to get a brainstorm, had just begun to yawn.

Why was this happening, only today, all of a sudden?

Wondered why my pen, was now not, getting into action.

Do I write about love, yet another time?

One more in the row, wouldn't actually be a crime.

Or would something else, with a lilt of comedy do?

Maybe I could write about, the circus and its crew?.

Depression and denials, were infact , not a bad idea
But I wanted something more cheerful, maybe even the Dahlia.
Maybe a wish for somebody, a friend very true
Or somebody who had already bid, a final adieu.

The tides at the sea, or the birds in the tree
Everything, but nothing, would my psyche agree.
God!, what do I pen on?, what do I do?
Maybe my mind has gone, to bamboo, to chew.


Wondering yet,
Chandana C. Shekar

A poem again..

Just penned a poem... random... Don't have the patience to think of a title for it... Suggestions welcome :)



Had heard of love, had read about it,

Knew quite a bit, I have to admit.

Yet you made me feel, it was so very new,

When things between us, started to brew.



Life seemed so good, more perfect than ever,

Was so lovely, even my breath seemed so clear.

Sailing amongst clouds, was I, for sure,

Felt like a princess, with a lot of grandeur.



Moving on one day, to our relationship, you resigned,

Not bothering , what in me, you just left behind.

Yet love you loads hon, day in and day out,

And you're the only guy, I can ever think about.



p.s.- My laptop is so screwed up. It's gone ill. And so have I. Need some rest now :(

Chandana C. Shekar

Yet Another Night

Guess I can put in one more poem here instead of any prose. One of my old works, way back in 2007. Just out of imagination. Not to assume any co-incidences in life with :). But one among my favs.. Any suggestions, always welcome :).

Last night, when the night seemed so long,
Playing on the radio, was a beautiful song.
All by myself, I sat in the balcony,
Thinking of you, the better half of me.

Lying on the couch, made of nice soft foam,
I just wished, you should have been here, at home.
All I could do, was give a soft sigh,
And turn my glance, to gaze at the sky.

Oh my God, hadn't we watched this earlier?,
With you sitting, to me, so very near.
Wherever we are today, whatever is the fuss,
We still have the same sky, to roof both of us.

While that night, you said, 'he' was all mine,
And I could have him some day, with us, to dine.
The same moon today, looked so full and elegant,
Seemed like a new bed lamp, for me, that you have sent.

The sky stretched out there, all black and vast,
With clouds in between, moving not so very fast.
Wish you were here honey, to give me company,
Until the sky fell down, upon you and me.

Wondering I was, if I could walk through that park?,
With stars all around, leaving their mark.
Heard from behind me, a very soft whisper,
Felt it was you, saying 'Yes' for an answer.

Instantly did I turn around, telling myself, 'It's Him',
Was less than a second, for me to realise, it was a dream.
Oh dear, how I wish it wasn't a dream, but actually true,
Then maybe, we could have painted, the black sky blue..

Chandana C. Shekar

Lost..

Have had so many thoughts churning in my mind today, that I'm so clueless as to which one I should write about. Well, anyways, was just going through my poems. This poem out here, was written way back in October 2007!! Was too amateur at writing then ( not that I'm any better now;)) and this poem has it's own flaws. For some reason, felt like putting it up here today.. Just like that..



As the night seeps in,
And the winds blow slow;
I just know, it's been so long,
Since, with me, you tagged along..

Done with the day, with things going my way,
No chores pending , neither any mending.
Everything is in place, except my heart,
It's just out there, waiting for its counterpart.

Sipping my coffee, by my window, I stand,
Watching people pass by, walking hand in hand.
I see you too, with arms wide open,
Before I can run into you, my illusion gets proven.

How do I show you, how much I miss you..
How do I tell you, I want you back..
A silent tear, a silent whisper,..
With all my heart, I just wish you were here...

Chandana C. Shekar

Won poetry at my college fest :)

My first reaction when I saw the topic for the poetry competition at my college fest was, 'WTF'!!! Asking me why? Well, it was such a bakwaas topic. It was 'Light of life'. So first think what can be the light of your life, and then jumble words to write on it. All this in less than an hour, because another competition was about to start after an hour. Moreover, the fact that I hadn't written since months together, made me go 'aarrghh'.. But yet, as they say- alls well that ends well, I thought, I wrote and I was happy about what I wrote. And to top it all, I won too. :) Though I wrote poetry since the past 2 years, this was the first time I took part in any competition per se. And I won. I'm really glad about it. And this happenening to be my last fest at my college , makes it feel more special. I'm putting up my poem here. Kindly have a read and let me know what you think. Comments and critique most welcome. Will really be glad. Thanks in advance :)

LIGHT OF LIFE

I wished he was here, to give me company,
Until the sky fell down, upon him and me.
But the news of his demise, made me go so sore,
Even before he knew, he'd have a kid to adore.

I yearned so much, to him, say 'I love you',
But fate didn't let me, even a last aideu.
He was my soul sure, he was my world,
Everything I now saw, looked so unpurled.

When all about life, was black with gloom,
And all I felt, was pending doom,
When my bones were racked with grim despair,
And every breath, was just a gasp of air..

When I could only sigh, and only grope,
All I could give myself, was a chance of hope.
I hoped my cloud, would have a silver lining,
Just enough to make this world, a place worth living.

When days to weeks, weeks to months, in me, you turned,
Within me, feelings and emotions, just churned and churned.
You finally entered the world, and wasn't a suprise,
But yet my darling, it took me time, to realise.

You're the greatest gift, god could ever bestow,
The most exquisite joy, than I would ever know.
You're just that's needed, to take away, all my strife,
Just know that my baby, you're truly, The Light of my Life.

Chandana C. Shekar

p.s.- My 50th post on the blog :)