“Life”, I am loving it:) June 6, 2009
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Oh, and I get blown off on your smiles,
Heart bounces high with love,Filled with a million moments are my days,
But the happy ones are sure of youIn an uncertain world with so much of bitterness,
A sweet hope that gives the meaning to loveMay the days to follow be as well so,
That I could ever dwell, in the word, “happiness”Life gets a better sense of purpose,
Maybe they call this to be destinyFrom crawling to walking and walking to running,
May this life get better and strength to strengthAll I could say with loads of smiles “ON”,
“Life”, I am loving it:)- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar:)
some lines of having watched “City of Angels” February 16, 2009
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Death is inevitable and sometimes even it disturbs its creators.
I loved the thought of the creator and his other lesser mortal the creations being won over by the strength of its own creations. Gods and angels as well have their moments of failure, one out of their own deeds, for the creations are as strong as the creator. It does indicate weakness, but its the weakness to practice ordinariness and indeed a failure means success here. What is angelness to love? its a novel idea for an angel to lose his angelic the nature to be able to fall in love to lovely the human. It elevates the strength of love, to prove that there are very few things beyond love.
My mind and heart says, Moments in hand are precious and life’s worth is in living them and life is worth living them.Things that are to happen, may not be stopped but until that the failure succeeds, love your breath, live your breath. vanishing of the breath from your nostrils may be attributed to lifelessness, but until that it surrounds you, be engulfed by the magnanimity of its absence, and simply enjoy life’s fragrance. None of us know what’s beyond, thinking of it, the moments of now may erode, let us then spend them for we own them and we all are rich of them. To life and to its lives – Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.
To love and to my love February 12, 2009
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In the moments of silence, one is only reminded of the less silent the moments. You may choose to be away being vulnerable to the kindness of love, and being away has always helped less, compared to have been helped. Love is indeed a cliched word, for many utter it with little thought and lesser commitment, but how one if may be with true a feel help himself? “Love” as a word is uttered as much as one needs it and the matter of fact stays that everyone needs it and in abundance. Love is that magic hand that would hold you when you fall in moments of melancholy and giggle around on the high flyings of your happiness. The reasoning of love has always been less logical, for they have been beyond algorithms and our humanness has always been poorer to its nobility. “how n why” in love can be an intelligent and as well a stupid question and the difference lies only on ones belief towards the same.
The space that distants one from the beloved can stay hated and that’s the intensity of love, making man less materialistic but more of a lover and only to his love. Salute to the word “love” for its an understatement for such a complex existence, its four letterdness may make one laugh at it, but having lost to it can only make you laugh more and of extreme happiness. God’s craftsmanship of having created love is what makes him God from Man. To love and to my love – Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar
Lets Share June 9, 2008
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Blessed the humans and their lives a bliss,
Soiled the hearts are at bay to kiss!
Can be measured and that lacks life is meager and material,
and why heap them when lightest are they unto smiles eternal!
When happy the moments are life’s true treasure,
Why toil to be consumed by evil and its pleasure!
Hay shall we make and together even if the sun does not shine,
For, life lives in its living and sharing! Be it pleasure or pain!
- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar
And She Mine April 5, 2007
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Eyes of mine, could if ever see thine,
My world, let be black and yet me be fine.
What hath my seeing been bestowed,
Backyard of mine, even thousand gold be stored
A copper would not it mean in hand
To where thy grace and beauty stand
The glee in thy eyes and sparkle in thy looks
Yields happiness more, and spoils the richness of a thousand books.
Where thee thou the last, hath the lord created?
After having erred, brilliance unto him has he dated.
A Poem, and she is, with diamonds the line
Ye Lord, the work so fine thine, and she mine.
- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.
A Beat skips it’s heart March 30, 2007
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She is the beat to skip my heart,
making it to thwart, and breaking it apart.
Far she goes into the woods,
leaving me in my woes.
the colour unto my heart,
and the sound of its beat,
and there she goes, only away,
leaving my heart to beat, but soundless.
Man can adapt, and only adapt,
but cant be off the pain.
love is so subtle when near,
and very painful when away..
should not i care for her living from now?
the world would nt accept, but i could seldom stop that.
Her thoughts advanced far to be silhouetted,
also to bestow a discoloured twilight unto my life.
if i were the boat,
she was my oar
and on the stream of life,
my life yet goes without its oar.
a gurl, who were so dear,
and what ate me not to be near?
i wish, i were not the i, that i am,
and if not, i would have had the sky.
whatever the facts are, and whatever be the lies,
i wish to beleive, and i wish to wish only her happiness.
- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.
