tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105524502024-03-07T01:58:08.883-08:00Lyrical AbstractionsPoetry and more...shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-86291848400037628182013-04-21T13:38:00.001-07:002013-04-21T13:38:23.935-07:00Survey on Green-Consumption BehaviorSurvey on Green-Consumption Behavior: My co-author and I are doing research on Green-Consumption Behavior. For that we need responses on our survey, which was designed to tap into some of the variables we are trying to test. The survey should take you around 15 minutes. Thanks :)shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-13393478437708248022012-02-26T15:47:00.000-08:002012-02-25T13:06:16.715-08:00Isometric projectionI build pictures
Life does, rather
Day after day after day
Things emerge
As old ones purge
Gradually, they accumulate
People come
In packs and lumps
And life moves on somehow
Sporadic thirsts
For new suburbs
Slowly begins to crowd
This mind that thinks
Questions me
Of turns and bends and twists
And little though
My share has been
I still can’t answer like a blitz
And as we grow
A little shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-46424245585737195822012-02-26T05:53:00.000-08:002012-02-25T13:08:07.894-08:00Whispering treesPost lunch solitary walks in wintry afternoons, the canopied roads bathing in sporadic waves of sunshine and the fluttering green leaves glistening in golden ushers with a perfectly untainted blue sky as a backdrop, life is as perfect as can get. And as I walk through the showers of sauntering yellow dry leaves kissing gravity every time the soft winds wake up the hibernating stalks, a thousand shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-14900846478372659252012-02-26T04:06:00.000-08:002012-02-25T13:07:25.304-08:00ExtremesFree Verse
Rehearse
Walk free
Dwell deep
Make noise
Keep your poise
Greetings crowd
Over and outshrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-7952943238542526872012-02-26T03:48:00.000-08:002012-02-25T13:04:14.892-08:00Olly MapleOlly Maple inspired my rhymes
A country lad in bizarre times
Rambled cause he loved his voice
Olly Maple, my favourite boy
Cared little for fiendish plots
Lost in his brazen thoughts
Phantoms of a world gone by
Observed at stretch, the nothingness of skies
And in the woods, his hidden shack
A carnival of tricks on rustic racks
And twigs and strings and jingles of joy
Olly Maple, you were my shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-14123600722370554202012-02-26T03:34:00.000-08:002012-02-25T13:08:38.827-08:00On the mountain's sunny sideThe little fountain blue and wide
On the mountain's sunny side
With the river on its toes
And pixie-dust upon its bows
Where sprightly little fishes flock past
Over pebbles and water grass
To their school in the magic pit
Where they swim with all their grit
I will one day be with them
As the god of merry may-hem
Elect the young to make all rules
And keep the bullies out of school
And when the shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-18641446054156601862011-11-25T08:17:00.001-08:002011-12-29T22:01:58.337-08:00The MirrorAnd wings I had all the way
The skies were always open
The clutter waiting to be cleared
And fetters meant to be broken
The stars always shone upon me
The turbulent rivers on the underside
The madness on a platter of dust
It’s dancing shadow in my mind
And I looked up for omens from angels
And dreamt of greens and greys
Of a spring time in my saddle
In the fleeting moments of the day
And no shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-61521014710708386662011-10-04T12:13:00.000-07:002011-10-17T07:39:19.132-07:00The Selfish GeneIt’s strange, the ways of life. The way we’re brought up with subliminal survivalist instincts bred into us right through our childhood. All those years that we’ve spent seeing people around us bargain. And we learnt to do that too. Bargain with the vegetable vendors and the rikshaw-pullers. Bargain with the innumerable people we meet on the streets to the ones working in our houses, cleaning theshrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-54345774307941012112011-09-26T10:39:00.001-07:002011-09-26T10:39:36.293-07:00JamboreeThe songs of the play-ground
Rise up a knot and drape
This rumbling hoot, weaving
A dream of rhythmic tales
Convinced all frog-kind are princes
He croaks loud to greet the sun
As a marching rabbit, the Mad-hatter
Drops by to wiggle his bum
The play-rules gets more chaotic
They’re seeped in the daytime glee
And commanding the aerial universe
Is the tiny freckled Mr. Bee
The chip and the shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-38436867878655094292011-09-14T12:18:00.001-07:002011-09-14T12:18:28.098-07:00Please take this short survey on advertising in telecom in Indiashrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-77496630103245171112011-08-05T22:52:00.000-07:002014-02-26T18:28:23.908-08:00ReflectionDown came a tear drop
Rolling on the cheeks
Seeking earth, with it's daunting mirth
That fall was very steep
Out came a timid sigh
Steeped in the wounds of time
All of mankind's casual liberties
Reflecting in his stark decline
All the years of greed and grandeur
That had coloured the life of few men
At the cost of agony to others
And the sparse resources for zen
We used it all and more
We fed shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-31667812608624217412011-01-01T04:39:00.001-08:002011-01-01T04:39:17.503-08:00Enter, the new decadeA decade of hope, beckons.
A season gone by reckoned.
Time warps can take a rest.
Tis the time to look ahead.
...Happy new year peopleshrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-67931830012737703022010-06-23T03:37:00.000-07:002010-06-23T03:37:48.957-07:00MusingsA beautiful post by a dear friend. On life and its real essence. And the kind of things which really matter but we inadvertently begin to take for granted
http://richa-k.blogspot.com/2010/05/hmm.htmlshrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-15707071924346482532010-03-19T16:43:00.001-07:002010-03-21T17:40:06.067-07:00Thank-youA lofty thought in the passing
Makes me realize
Days I have spent numb and distant
And you have quietly stood by
Hours I spoke on about me
And glimpses of an uproar
A thread of irrelevance
Randomness and more
Conversations out of sync
And as chaotic as its been
How can I make amends
And tell you how much you mean to meshrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-69888254918257044022010-01-15T04:08:00.001-08:002010-01-17T00:49:47.061-08:00DawnA thousand whispers
In a valley of chaos
A parchment inked
In radical thoughts
A stream in mighty
Land of droughts
A shadow of twilight
Might lead to the dawnshrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-87681557418904038242010-01-15T03:47:00.001-08:002010-01-15T03:47:39.866-08:00Random musingsI have a lot of work. And backlogs. Assignments to submit. And an ambition to justify. A life was given to me. For all the same reasons it was given to you or anyone else. And yet the only defining principle is this pursuit of happiness. And in this pursuit of happiness, I feel a dwindling sense of reason. A basic logical flaw that contradicts all my motives. What is it that I wish to chase? Can shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-75983327614555102342009-11-18T05:50:00.000-08:002010-03-19T17:00:56.858-07:00SundrenchedThe leafy carpet is breached
Streaming through this morn
Rays infiltrating past the leaves
The greys are gone
And delighted these quaint streets
With silent lacing charms
Of a playful zephyr treat
Sunlit, breathing in an autum calmshrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-73173098644088501702009-08-22T11:55:00.001-07:002009-08-22T11:55:46.489-07:00TrampolineThe sun rises
Over grey surprises
Conifers pellucid
Rustling leaves elusive
The thirsty lands
Virgin drops fall on sand
An exhilarating wave
A trampoline day
Scaling notes
The asymptotes
A ticking clock
Dreams knock
A relentless start
A happy heart
The wind on my face
A trampoline day
Questioning voices
Maverick choices
A rebellious spree
Breaking free
Drenched in reasons
Resurrecting a shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-42761004866234652512009-07-14T13:34:00.000-07:002009-07-14T13:48:18.825-07:00LabyrinthInks sculpting againThere’s much that unseenEngrossed, steadilyPenning down a dreamAnd darkness growsBreathing in oblivionGlances of the maverickWashed away by the setting sunThe sand flowsMoulded by seasonswet and drenchedTrying to look for a reasonAnd the world slowlyShapes, reshapesBeginning to find symphony inthe undefined mazeshrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-68947943480652463052009-05-29T00:17:00.000-07:002011-08-13T06:20:15.441-07:00The palletThere came a pouring sky
And poured its yellow tray
To fill the colours that
The leaves of fall await
The pallet had yet more
It brewed an orange furore
A tiny drop of which
Crept into the sky’s ambit
Then came the darkness cold
And the colours began to fade
So splattered a pinch of gold
Sparkling, nestled lush and stray
And as the birds began to chirp
The stars tucked into the white
On the shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-45319712966189392922008-04-29T13:31:00.000-07:002008-04-29T14:13:23.825-07:00Twilight I set foot on the grassThat grew in the wildThe darkness whispered Like a wandering child The night allowed The moon to sail Across the woods Illuminating my way A unicorn galloped Silver and frail I followed it To be led to a lake Canopied, which stole A solitary ray through Forming a reflection Of an enchanting moon Then, chirped a little bird As was dawn about to breakshrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-56576322574755681432008-03-13T22:29:00.000-07:002008-03-17T13:22:36.662-07:00My journey to the East - Travelogue I was just going through my old diary which I had written just after my 10th class board exams (those days I was quite inspired by Anne Frank), when I came across lines describing my journey to Shillong and the east just after my 10th boards. And even though my writing skills were not half as good as they are now (grin), I still fell in love with east all over again. And since no one ever is shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-84668212998814078932007-09-15T10:14:00.000-07:002008-08-01T00:28:17.405-07:00BlindedFirst there was lightAnd then perpetual darknessNow we are blindedFalling through a cold abyssIt’s a full houseOf blinded menRunning all aroundShouting on the countVoices from cornersReasserting they existOf a world heavilyEnveloped by this mistThere’s a massacreSomewhere westSignals and wavesGlorying the messPrayers somewhere,Blinded the restLike parasitesRiding on the crestA bleeding earthA shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-47809896056610446432007-08-23T10:58:00.000-07:002007-08-23T10:59:18.372-07:00Another song for springRains came alongAnd the songs changedThe dawn of the spellLashing down window panesAnd sparkling sunThe trickling beadsPearls streaming downMy balconyNow they are goneLeaving behindA valley aliveA naïve crimeThe songs change againAs the earth grows ripeAnd flowers bloomUnder the weathered skyThe leaves yellowFlown by the zephyrSing under the canopyOf mahogany and eucalyptusSinging youngThe song shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10552450.post-37543782088248663862007-06-09T12:39:00.000-07:002007-06-09T12:40:43.264-07:00My luck at the ballI asked her to a ballShe was such a doll.All said and done She’s gotten me appalledAnd the dancing was fine. Very refined Her moves were perfect. But not the movement of her eyesThere were more onlookersBefore I knewLooking at us dance Like I was the undeserving beauAnd then came a boy And another while I was still thereBefore the turn of the hourIt was an aficionado fairLittle while laterWhen I shrutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09983592261333707864noreply@blogger.com1