Friday, 25 September 2015

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.



Sunday, 5 July 2015

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


Thursday, 2 July 2015

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



Saturday, 27 June 2015

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