Four line poems

How will you appreciate success
If you never fail
Be patient and sail through the mess
Don't run away and bail


He came into my life
And stole my dreams
I became his wife
And he became my dream


We were the best of friends
Standing by and loving each other
But those days sail away, farther
Now I see no future for us but THE END


I wish I could make things right
Somehow transform darkness into light
But how will I ever ease my plight
When I know things can never be right


We were so close
Then we grew apart
The memories are bittersweet thorns
Constantly pricking my heart


I looked into his eyes
And saw my face
Was it true love or a lie
Or simply fate



Closing my eyes, I let myself go
Into a world where there are no lows
But when I open my eyes and face the bright day
I realize that the past will definitely show the way

You are nowhere, and yet you are there

In my thoughts, in my dreams, in my desires

This must be love, for you are everywhere

My face is red, my body is on fire

I gulped my excitement
Dying to lock gazes with you
For in my heart, I knew
That we were meant to be...or so I dreamt

We are different, you and me
Together we live, that's destiny
I know not what's in the future
But I shall love you forever, that's for sure

Four line poems, expressing some random thoughts

There are times when I can't resist the urge to express my feelings and thoughts through very short poems, mostly consisting of four lines with some rhyming scheme.

This blog will be my repository of these efforts

Dread

I clutched my stomach
And broke a sweat
This wasn't a dream
No such luck

I counted one to three
Hoping it would set me free
But when I got to a hundred
My heart filled with dread

I sighed and cried
Tears dripping onto the floor
This was just the beginning
The pain would only grow more

No one could help me
I was on my own
But that was alright
Why should anyone else fall down

-Krithika Rangarajan

Dead

Smiling through my lips

No twinkle in my eyes

I say what’s right

And suffer deep inside

It’s tough to be one

It’s harder to be two

Nodding my head at everything

And always saying “Me too!”

I know not how long I can laugh

Without betraying others

I know I should stop

And just say “Enough!”

But something holds me back

Like an addictive drug

So I continue on

Giving hollow hugs

-Krithika Rangarajan

Flipping Technology

My husband and I visited an AT&T store to buy an I-phone for his uncle.  As the salesman began his spiel about  the zillion choices -  2G, 3G, 8 MB, 16 MB - I became cross-eyed, and turned my attention to the other customers.  Everyone was gathered around Blackberries and I-phones, talking among themselves, trying to choose the coolest option on the market.

Bored, I ran my fingers through each of the phones until, gasp, my fingers grasped a tiny flip-phone!!!  Elegant and compact, it totally stole my heart!   I slid towards the salesman, and, in an husky voice (or my version of it), asked him why there are only three types of flip-phones in the store.  He looked at me like I was nuts, and diplomatically stated that no company wants to create them anymore (Translation:  You are a fool to want one today!) Now, you too might mock me for being interested in an ancient design  in an era of I-phones and I-pads.

But I have always been like that.  I'd rather use desktops than laptops (laptops than tablets); I prefer mp3 players to Ipods, and so on.  Despite working in the telecom industry for three years, I cannot understand complicated phones.  Just give me something to make calls and text with, and I am happy. Aren't people worried about turning blind while browsing the Net or playing games on small screens?

Similarly, I don't understand the fascination with flat screens.  Flip-phones are sexy and curvy!  Gimme them any day!!! .:)

Your favorite summer accessory

Summer is here.  So are bright colors, soft fabrics, and vibrant designs.

Most of us own that one special accessory that we just cannot live without; be it a sandal, a sunglass or fashion jewellery.  What is your season's favorite?

Mine is a big yellow bag that my mom gifted me.  Not a single day goes by without someone oohing and aahing over it. It is not only stylish, but also very practical. A slob like me will especially love this bag because you can dump tons of things into it.  Of course, it's not fun to rummage through all that crap, but who cares as long as it looks good from the outside!

So awestruck am I by this bag that every other handbag I own seems jaded in front of it!  Thanks mum - I love ya

My trip to DC

I visited my parents for a month in May, and thoroughly enjoyed my stay.  I cannot remember the last time I had this much fun on a holiday.  My only gripe was that I didn't get enough alone time with my parents since we had guests all the time.  Like a musical chair, as one left, another one came!!  Nonetheless, it was lovely to spend time with long-lost relatives and friends.

Outside the White House

The first to arrive were our neighbors from over twenty years ago.  This elderly couple was a hoot!  The uncle, who is 78, displayed such a zest for life that I couldn't help being envious.   He could chat about everything, from movies  to politics; from cars to music.  The Aunty was also very sweet, caring, patient, and reminded me of my grandmother.  We toured D.C. with them, and also drove to Augusta to meet with my sister's family.

Aww...my cuties

It goes without saying that I LOVE being with my niece and nephew.  I spent every waking moment with them; playing ball, kicking each other, jumping on each other.  Unfortunately, it was only a 3-day trip, but I left with a promise that I shall be back.

With my mom's cousin, her husband and daughter

Uncle and Aunty left soon after getting back.  The house seemed empty without their luminous presence.  But we weren't alone for too long because my mom's cousin's family arrived next.

Wet as a rat

Affectionate and open-minded, this Uncle and Aunty were also easy to love (it also helped that both of them work in my choice fields - Marketing and Advertising). Their daughter is a  smart, fun-loving, diligent girl, and we hit it off very well.  While they visited DC mostly by themselves, I accompanied them to a couple of places, such as the Newseum (a museum dedicated to news).  We also had a gala time at the beach.  I got completely wet, and we played water Frisbee!

With my best bud

In between these visits, I met with one of my best friends, who is also an ex-colleague.  We spent two hours chatting non-stop about all and sundry, after which we went boating at Lake Burke, Virginia.  I was initially scared to step on the boat, but my friend convinced me to do so.

Enjoying the breeze

Boy, am I glad that he is so persuasive, for we had the time of our lives!!!!!  Of course, while all the boaters around us were working the oars hard, my friend and I sat comfortably in our motor boat!Oh, shush...we are not lazy :P

Best Friend - 1

Best Friend-2

 Couple of my close friends also visited me.  We watched movies, and waxed nostalgic for hours. I sorely miss them since they live miles away, but one of them might actually move close to me very soon, which is fantastic!

Throughout my stay, my mom pampered me by cooking my favorite meals, doing my laundry, making my bed, and so on.  I would have loved to stay longer, but my heart sighed for my husband, and I returned to Chicago-land with a chock-full of memories that will last a lifetime.