As 2014 reaches its end on the calendar. I take a look back at the poems that have found their way onto this blog through me. As a writer sometimes you feel the emotions you go through seem to find their way out into the world. But most of the times the words bless you and you just manage to type it out. So thank you for the words and thank you to the unknown, mysterious and the mischievous soul that blessed me with these poems this year. And looking forward many more in 2015. Here is a neat little presentation of the poems of 2014.
"Surreal but nice" that's what Hugh Grant's character managed to blurt out, mesmerized by the beauty of Julia Roberts (in the movie Notting Hill ). And this was the exact thought that was running in my mind as I was rising from a depth of over 35 feet under water in the Arabian Sea near Goa, India. I had just finished my first dive (rather second dive of my first dive) with grouper fish, tailor fish - and many more - knelt at the bottom of the ocean floor and touched a ship wreck that sunk more than sixty years ago! It was a surreal experience that has left me with a feeling of self-satisfaction as well as endless curiosity. The two feelings very rarely take a house together in my mind. Probably the last time they shacked up together was when I got an admit for my Master's from State University of New York . The feeling of gliding underwater among the fishes, water pressure trying to burst your ears drums, flying over huge boulders of rocks under sea; like an un...
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