Monday, June 29, 2009

A refreshing feel

I had been on a movie marathon.. Watched three movies on three consecutive days...!

Vinayakudu, Pasanga and Vennila Kabadi Kuzhu..

The three films had a simplicity in them that gave a very pleasant feel that the glossy richly made movies cannot give..

Shot in locales that were very much India, the latter two movies said the unsaid about the country and the life there...!!

The hero(es) and heroine(s) were the next door people whom you can see everyday... People who looked like you, talked like you and responded like you...

The heroines were dressed in everyday clothes which made them look more beautiful than the ladies in the skimpy clothes , dripping glamour and skin show which can invite appreciation from a male eye and a jealous appreciation from a female eye...

They talked of the simple pleasures of life , romance in unromantic settings, of everything in nothingness...

The movies showed India as it is.. not like the slumdog millionaire which shows India but only the dirt and the poverty.. these were also stories of poverty and wants.. but beautifully directed....

The eyes talked of subtle romance, not the bodies.

There was love, romance, action, comedy ( ingredients of commercial thrillers) but as they are in real life...!

A refreshing feel they leave behind.. an yearning for the country left behind...!


Sunday, June 21, 2009

Masterpiece me...!

I am a diiferently shaped piece
in a shop of dolls....
yet I am a masterpiece....

Ignore me the less aesthetic
ugliness clouds their eyes...

Some appreciate me
marvel at the mind of the maker
but choose a beautiful doll...

I wait for the intelligent one...

My maker despairs as
I stand unsold,

Unique I am , and I know
I may not be a doll everyone clamours for
But I am a Picasso
Less understood, but I am worth more....!

Monday, June 8, 2009

In love with him

As the rays of dawn touch me,
he nears me
like the soft breeze
and touches with his gentle hands....

Puts his cheek against mine
in a silent kiss
Waking me up
awakening my instincts...

I hold him closer to me
in an embrace
Not wanting to let go...
and he smiles back , his dimple
making him look more beautiful...


Those memories trouble
The sweet innocence of my little nephew

waking me up every morning...
waking the mother in me...

I miss him...!