“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:)
in fixed deposit May 6, 2009
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every time I see, there ain’t a message from you,
I believe, time has gone lazy and has not moved,
Inks have dried up and papers aren’t born yet,
Internet is down and Google has crashed,
or may be that you have invested the love for me in fixed deposit! 
- 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
