Mother India

Flowers be laid on your door step every day.
Hot coffee served when you wake up.
Notes of wishes and praise lying on your desk.
Be kissed on the forehead and be blessed.
You deserve to have all these that remind you how beautiful you are for everything you do.
You do everything you can and I know you are never done doing what you do the best. But when you wish to have a little rest, then you can simply sit with me and can stop being Mother India for a while so that we get an opportunity to show you back how it feels to be loved.

With lots of love.
Karthik Vasan B.

Gravity

Sun setting down on the right,

Sitting on the roof, watching the waves created in the lake by the wind which did the same with me hair,

As I closed eyes, I was elevated to a place that I had only seen in dreams.

When I came back, when I opened my eyes, in that silence, 

You weren't there on my left to stare into me, to read through my head, to see what I saw.

Live this moment.

Karthik Vasan B

Meera

You remind me that how beautiful my mother is.

Known are few who are eternally beautiful,

And it is only about the ‘look’s they had.

And it is only how they have ‘look’ed to treat each other with what they had.

Not everyone will be reminded of Ravi Varma or a Picasso in a child’s scribble on a wall;

Life’s secret to happiness is in admiring the small things around us.

And when someone treats me well in the journey of my life that lie ahead,

Then I would be reminded of you.

#respect.

Live this moment

Karthik Vasan B

Evening Blues

Shades of dusk were uncertain with the grey clouds all over.

Random thoughts and tales of the past appeared and ceased halfway when I realized many a stories has already been there and forgotten under this very sky and above this very land.

Life has given a colour to me and I sought to travel right till the end of my life.

We find people singing and humming songs of their liking to get their emotions out.

Who knows, one day, their lips may change shapes giving voice to my story.

Live this moment

Karthik Vasan B

Mid-day dexterity

             I wish there is someone who listens to all I got to say and doesn't feel anything about it. I just want to let go of everything that is running in my mind good or bad cause it isn't allowing me to be here right now in this day to live. I want someone one who would listen as if they are walking near a rail road and they don't give a damn about the noise of the trains.. Sometimes I feel like asking the day that when u r here why would you make me nostalgic. I m neither here nor there. I feel like a shaken champagne bottle waiting to burst.. I don't want people say anything back.. I don't want them to have a feeling for what I got to say because it doesn't matter to me. I don't want anyone's opinion. I can talk to the walls in my room but I fear those waves will keep echoing. I m feeling helpless about not being able to express.. I just want someone who could hear and take them and it never comes back..

Karthik Vasan B

Filter Coffee!!

            It is monsoon and it has been raining continuously for a week now. Although it is a beautiful sight to see rain falling down, I was bored sitting inside four walls and was longing to break the shackles to get out. A day after the propitious charm was on my side, I was ready to ride regardless of the Rain God’s plan. It was as if He was clearing the skies for me to ride n I was so happy as ever to ride my tiger. Its like dancing in the rain.. No surprise it was when it started to drizzle.. I was fully wet before I halted and what more warms us better than a filter coffee.. Just reminds me of the days when mom makes coffee for us on demand.. Unconditional love it was..  I thought it was worth a ride when I was sipping the coffee which reminded me of the love of the most beautiful woman. But the night had more to offer. The ride back to home was more awesome. I have never driven in such heavy rain. With the angel to watch my back I had nothing to worry about. It was much more beautiful to be in the rain with our loved ones than just seeing from a distance. The road was empty and lovely. There were only showers of love from the sky. I was driving slowly like I never wanted to get back home. With lots of words.. With lots of love.. With moments of silence.. This was the best ride I have ever had. It’s been more than four hours since I came back and it’s raining more than ever. I call this a shower of love. I m blessed. The more I m trying to live each day on its merit, the more special it gets. I m trying not to think about the past or the future. But years after when something somewhere reminds me of this day, I would smile to myself thinking how special it was. Filter coffee is the flavor of warm love this monsoon. 

Live every moment.

Life is beautiful.

Karthik Vasan B

Mother DNA

When nothing seems interesting and each day seems a total failure; living a lifeless life; when everybody seem so untrue and egoistic; when I feel I have nothing to share or in other words not willing to share my life; when I feel the shallowness in my eyes; when I feel I can’t control myself for unreal temptations; when I feel I m lost; when I feel egoistic; when I feel possessive; when I feel the unquenchable desires burning my life; when I m still adding to the ego of the ‘ I ‘ each day; and when I feel so cold blooded, spiritless and soulless about the this life; I ask myself, “ where are you getting strength to pull yourselves up and believe that you can be on top of your life?”

On the other hand I m not all that bad. I m a little artistic. I  seem to enjoy light moments. I enjoy the sun the moon the water the green the birds the heat the cold the morning the night the dusk the dawn the noise the silence the roads the mountains the music the walk the sleep the food the companionship the aloneness the work the books and the good part of everything. Yet while enjoying, a big part of myself seem missing the moment and keeps wandering elsewhere because these things don’t make me feel my-self or rather I can even say this isn't the special me which motivates life, that is to live one more day.

I would be just another bummer of this generation. I would be so weak. Easily moved. Shallow. Pathetic. Mean. Narcissistic. Just blood and bones. May be I m but there is something in me that deeply hates me for all these. There is something in me that is a rebel against the evil and just won’t give up. There is something in me that cry when someone else is hurt. There is something in me that make me feel someone else’s pain. There is something in me that makes me extend my hand to help someone first. There is something in me that make me give up something dear just to see someone else smile. There is something in me that make me feel so embarrassed when I waste someone else’s time. There is something in me that make me move towards the center of myself. I have been looking at my mom from childhood and all these something is just a fraction of her goodness. I realized I would have been a cold blooded beast if I hadn't had her DNA in my blood. May be each living thing is unique in this world and existence and I m unique in my own way but I, now realize the special part in me, that keeps me moving. If at all I still stand to live one more day after each day I lose to the devil inside me, it is this God; this DNA of my mom which runs through my blood gives me strength and makes me move ahead. May be my life has been meaningless and may continue this way for days to come. But the fire, the burning truth of my life will add a meaning at some point eventually. I whole heartedly believe I can’t be here without the love of my dad.

Live every moment.

Love

Karthik Vasan B