[off] a poetry in the lovely city of bangalore

It has been a while I have had the heart or the mind to write some rhyming lines comprising of a poem, not that I have been particularly busy but maybe I was just fighting some battles that made me feel so. Bangalore, the silicon valley of India, the Garden City as they say it, is a beautiful city. The weather pleases me like no other city of this country, it is remarkable that I have to come back to the city from where I had started my professional journey.

So on a lovely rainy night I decided to try myself and type down some words in random order. Trying to sound lyrical and, to understand the beauty in words and expression.

So here goes, a poem untitled, as below

Its 4 am and the perfect time to get lonely,
As the world sleeps it comes to me very clearly
the silence wasn't meant for the deaf
the darkness wasn't meant for the blind
it is but the feelings inside of us
that we are destined to find.
Of course does that mean we can?
Is it so easy and effortless a task,
Sometimes senses fail us, comprehension we lose
The life in our blood from the bruises ooze
drop into the darkness we cannot see
fly into the noise we cannot hear
drown into the depths we cannot swim
nobody is here nor will be, my dear.

[OFF] A random poem I wrote

Being a poet is what I suck best at, here's one of more of my absolute classics that will make you contemplate the meaning of life. Make you think twice before reading the utter crap that I write in the name of poetry. This one is supposed to be a romantic poem in case you feel it is a poem about potatoes (or rhinoceroses).

The Princess of Mystery

Tired is my mind,

Solace seems so distant.

I have tread on a long road,

Just to be closer.

[OFF] An old poetry unearthed

Here's something I found unearthed beneath years of e-mails in my very old inbox! One of my first attempts at being a poet, thought I'd post it on somewhere more close to my heart. 


Here it is:

 FIND

And on that monsoon evening when
the sun was about to set,
When the moonlight just creeps in-
Under the orange sky, the road was wet.

On that dim, slippery, pitched  road
as if on her black night he rode,
Where nature stole the night in envy-
and glistened with stars at her abode.

He did fall in her velvet lakes
that her eyes were, he was drenched,
in the tiny, meaningless concrete room,
he was all dry, all sound.

Slowly closer they came ,the sun set
and moonlight between their termbling lips,
could no longer pass through-
time slowed down, the moon peeps.

                                                                                                        -rahul ghose

When ever anyone asks me what happened next I tell them,
look up in the night sky and if u see the moon peeping then it is still offering you hope to find the one u love,
& say by any chance u don't see the sun at all then take my advice:
Try to see it the next evening.
You will find the moon waiting for u...

Every one has a destinantion to reach, a love to find, do not remain the one peeping- like the moon,
for the moon may be beautiful but it keeps on moving and searching...

for LOVE.

This was something I wrote around 7 years ago. Just the way I wrote it. Makes me nostalgic. 

[OFF] A different side of me

Yesterday,  got selected for not 1 Job, but 2 jobs... one offered by Cognizant Tech. Solutions (CTS) and the other by Infosys. Infosys being my dream, led me contradict all logic of probably being at home. Once again my logic lost... to my heart. It was an amazing feeling.. once that left me speechless... I did not realize what happened until it slowly sank in. I feel good.


I wrote this piece today, to dig out the side of me, that was not too prominent... Here is a poem I wrote now. A few minutes ago.

A poem I wrote for my sister on her 17th Birthday

To my sister

Here's another poem

Was written 3-4 years ago... inspired from a painting I will never forget!

The Returning

Through the yellow dunes,

women and playful children on

slow camel-drawn chariots-

veiled women, all but red, move on.

In one slow but massive track,

as if in the dusk, a snake

crawls muscularly through debris-

of their last ones, now a fake.

The setting sun through hills,

mark the falling of coldness;

run down pale yellow cheeks-

they had to pay, Hatred, the cess.

He comes when the melon goes,

arrives with all the widows

leaving with their happy children-

the camel slowly moves, it goes.

The red aura of the sunset,

eclipsed by the red sand

beneath the long feet of camels.

They return along with their band.

Honourable men gone to return,

even they do return there

as the ones they leave behind-

Their children ask, "Where ?"

My past poems

I've decided to post my poems on my blog. I have a little collection of sorts....

SOLDIER

There I stand all alone,

Roaring winds, dusty leaves-

holding in trembling hands

the ruins, through fine sieves.

The barren below me-

I am liberated, am free!

Brother, you are my target,

stand still, let me murder-

Deadly, bloody, violent our fame.

we create... go no further.

The ruddy pools flank me,

I am fearless, am free!

In a hellish place at last,

Perhaps some peace we get-

Frustrating, this hollow peace

of searching hopelessly, no outlet.

The wreck less carnage surrounds me-

I am hopeless, am free!