Sunday, February 8, 2009

Acquainted with Solitude II

Walking down the long lanes and streets

And talking with flowers and trees,

I forget all the clouded painful memories.


Filling my mind with silence and serenity,

My heart beats rhythmic with a symphony

Till my life terminates to death.


Dancing to the thunderous rain

And a cup of tea with the cold midnight,

At last I would sleep with a long quilt.


Keeping away myself from humans,

I have no promises and emotions

And also no complaints to complain.


Being the king of myself, my own world,

Everything is beautiful in my company

And I have no promises to keep.


- Indrajit Kamalanathan 

Monday, January 19, 2009

Silently in solitude.

Me, Woken up on a cold midnight
Haunting thoughts hunted my sleep,
Opening my windows, the winds kissed me,
The leaves rustled playing silent symphonies;
Me, acquainted with clouds and breeze,
Stood mesmerized blissfully and silently in solitude.

- Indrajit Kamalanathan


People often call me an atheist,
For I believe in myself 
Rather than the illusive concept of god.

Nothing to lose yet

Dreams that were shattered and scattered,

Makes no point in thinking it over again.

If gripped into the woods of melancholies,

Would turn life into miserable and sufferings.


If something is lost amidst the efforts,

Would make you lose your tranquillity.

But remember, you have nothing to lose,

When something doesn’t belong to you.


Life is no mystery or a puzzle to gaze,

Yet it is simple but a riddle in disguise.

Losing yourself in despair is a felony

And giving up is an act of cowardice.


Perseverance would take you places

And mourning at loss takes you nowhere.

Opportunities are always concealed

And remains undiscovered, waiting for you.


Born to win, everybody is in the world,

Yet neglecting the art of living, we lose.

There are no failures as such in life,

But only opportunities missed at some point.



- Indrajit Kamalanathan



Lost into woods

Melancholies rooted deep within my heart,

Days fading with no enthusiasms in mind,

Tranquillity lost within and without

And endeavours losing its meaning.


Heart yearning for happiness to conquer,

Yet blocked by the walls of misery;

Mind that striving hard to overcome pains

Stressed into it for the reason of nothing.


Dawn and nightfall ends up with thoughts

Painful and fearful, sometimes nightmarish

And could I lose myself in sleep is what

I think for the cost of nothing.


Could it happen, if a miracle to wipe

Away all melancholies within

And bring blissfulness ever staying

In my heart and in my mind.


Me, lost into the woods of black,

Haunted and hunted into depressions

Yet searching out the ultimate Me

In the attempts of self discovery.



                                                         - Indrajit Kamalanathan

Silence Is bliss

Far beyond the expressive words,

Stands unnoticed, quiet and still;

Yet silence a beautiful language,

Highly expressive and powerful.


Within, runs a billion thoughts,

Emotional silence springs up.

A silence observed in the exterior,

But a war of thoughts within.


With two hearts speaking,

When the lips forget to speak

And eyes that remains conveying.

Comes in to play, the romantic silence.


Nothingness within and without,

Thoughts that lose their way out,

And mind, that takes a new shape

Unfolding mysteries in meditative silence.


Magical language of love,

Wordless words of wisdom,

From nothing to everything

Lies in a nutshell of Silence.

                                                      - Indrajit Kamalanathan