Feelings of torment and turmoil now a compendium,
Beginning to take shape and gaining momentum.
Why make it a priority one would ask,
Ignorant its the warmth in which I bask.
The ambient air which once was pure,
Now inflicts wounds which no medicine can cure.
Why has it suddenly now turned gray?
Unwilling to clear no matter how much I pray.
Why bear this pain, why bear the torture?
Why of course, else the bond would fracture.
They say let yourself go, set yourself free,
Wish it were so easy to go on such a spree.
Pride and deeds and a still potent fate,
All united to create the perfect stalemate.

The moment is sweet,
When the morning comes to greet.
Even the fallen leaves sing,
Making your bells ring.
Long lost forces when reunite,
Begin to bring a change like a dynamite.
This happiness and this glee,
Making all sadness flee.
In this feeling do I now dwell,
Reinstating the lost Poet in Hell.

Beauty of SriRudram...

Om Namah Sivayah..

|| vidyāsu śrutirutkṛṣṭā rudraikādaśinī śrutau
tatra pañcākṣarī tasyaṁ śiva ityakṣaradvayam ||

Meaning: Among the sources of learning, the Vedas are supreme; in the Vedas, Rudra Ekādaśi is supreme; in the Rudram the Pañcākṣarī mantra Namaśivaya is supreme; in the Namaśivaya mantra the two letters Śiva stand supreme.

Pressure!!!!

History bears testimony to the fact that pressure does get the better of anyone,no matter how experienced they may be.It was disheartening to see the most experienced players bungle under pressure,at a time no more worse than an entry into the semi final.What am i talking about??..well certainly not (FORCE/AREA).. but the match that finished off as one of the greatest thrillers of the INDIAN PREMIER LEAGUE(IPL)!!..MUMBAI INDIANS against the RAJASTHAN ROYALS.
The match was intriguing enough to keep me from making my final preparations for an exam that i eventually screwed up!![my GRE :P] Well not absolutely fruitless though.It certainly enlightened this very point upon me, as if preparing me for what was to come,for the way they lost was no different from the way i had botched.However,not to brood over the past is another lesson that is often taught.So with not much to say at hand,respecting the aphorism--"joy shared is joy doubled and sorrow shared is sorrow halved" and considering myself to have done a good job at a FIRST BLOG,will be back later!! See you until then!