With smiles I begin this journey, a journey that would yield my life its best the Gift!
I look for the one I should care,
Whose fragrances would fill my air!
She who would walk along my stair,
Scrolling many a pages I stare.
Precious the one, my lady fair!
Awaits a heart filled of care
Let life be an eternal journey of her smiles,
And the journey be long a million miles,

In hopes I wait,
To embrace the scribbling of God, called fate!
Is there a clue?
Let me guess, is that you?
He he he Poems apart, but it’s a true one from heart!
I wish I could be less expressive, but can’t as I like appreciating every fine aspects of life. I love life and so love everything that comes along with it. My frankness may put me into jeopardy of getting caught red handed being nervous of the term marriage, but I wish not to be wearing a mask of a fake make. I understand marriage is a huge but lovable responsibility of keeping one happy beyond self. There is this huge intent to see and keep her happy and only happy! Whatever I do, I just wish to be good at it, given my nature, I can’t be otherwise!

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar

The fine mornings, walked
would turn to be noons,
whether we wish or not,
time would pass by.
Can’t hold the best moments of life
but can to the friendship it brought!
To my friends, and our friendship!
Thank you for being there.

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar

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

It takes much to be a boss who cares,
You were and always will stay to be one.
Good times and learnings,
bad times and strivings,
we have been there,
we have done that.
and now that I look back,
All looks Good, all looks Nice!
Thanks for the time,
Thanks for the care.
May you get all,
all that you gave,
in folds and in multiples.
I wish you again a Happy Birthday!

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar

parents…
March 1, 2009

How do you pay back the kindness of a lifetime?
in abundance and it wasn’t showered out of richness

Would you have lived, of it not born?
it took you to the heights, no doubts you have grown.

Selfish the moments of self centeredness,
Saw you showing your back to their unconditional kindness.

Away you enjoyed and only your good moments
And to keep you so, ever they took the dents

Ever have you seen things and beyond you?
to bring smiles to them, a handful few?

Do you see that you stand in being flooded?
And the flood is all but their tears.

Parents, how many battles did they lose?
To bring that brilliant, stupid smile onto your face

Do you wish to count, no, never and would not you ever
And what were they happy of, if not for your mere smiley happiness.

Think and you may then lack tears,
For all that you have paid yet, rain your tears for some years.

If ever love deserved a meaning,
There can’t be one that’s better than that of our parents!

They taught us to love,
And one to them is always above!!

Through their watchful eyes did we see the world,
and today an opportunity to hold them tight, is literally gold.

Hold them tight, and with all your heart,
Ofcourse! Only if you do have one.

All the way and it was only you that, all they did think,
For the happy writing of every your life’s pages, they gave themselves to be the ink

And you scribbled your wishes with more their blood,
But yet they exclaimed, my child knows to write!

What on earth are they made of?
Innocent kindness and ever its source!!

Happiness is the least that you could spare,
For all your sins, keep them smiling and Gods may forgive

Child, you were not been the best!
But forget that and let their smiles be your life.

- I am their gift to the world – Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar, i would strive to be one to them as well.

Slumdog millionaire is more of a movie on love than on money to me. If you are to agree that the title of a movie has very little to do with the movie, then the same indeed is a winning phrase, however if it needs to make sense of its content, it could have been named better. Should i call it to be a gimmick to embrace popularity, i would not be lying, but i can boldly say, this film is not something that lacks content. Its beautiful for its unconditional love and sound music. Beautiful Music carries you forward and the raw and real its visuals just cling to it, never mind you would still lose yourselves to it. Its rawness holds me and some true its moments just haunts the inactions and helplessness. Innocence prevails in many of its characters and they sweep your feet away be how good your boot’s grips are. Having said all, i hold to my point, its an intelligent film but not the genius. I would give 4 stars out of five to this well directed movie and would list as one of the best movies on India and by Indian technicians, Bravo “Slumdog millionaire” Team! – Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

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.

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

And then when a child spoke of her loss,
Life’s crystal the waters turned unclear of the moss.

Who shall from now on would cuddle her and care,
Destiny had destined and wasn’t it heartlessly unfair.

One may wish to question, is this all that’s life?
Why chose US then to try your flaws and strife.

He who created water as well then created the moss,
By some probability! Chosen are we to pay the loss?

May humans be tested less,
And Gods shall act to their dress.

Humans would stay human, until less provoked,
If not, tides shall change and always may they not stay doped.

It’s cruel to take away the colors, off one’s life, shall it be Him or shall it be human. I thank him for the tears, for that was love invested in me for others. I wish I could stay less worried, but just am I pushed to the state of helplessness and my mind that’s human has less been taught not to be crying and expressing. I ask not, anyone to walk by my talk, I may have flaws for I as well am part of his plot. To err I suppose should we anymore say is just human! But may be beyond.

Belief and disbelief, happiness and unhappiness, success and failure may all be and would be part of life, for upward and downward the trends are part of any the graphs! My writing above is not a conclusion on anything, but an outburst of emotions, hence it is to be understood as an instance and not as something to be followed.

with more hopes – Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar

The difference between good and bad did always exist and man has only been its victim. Though Goodness is not far from being accessible, badness was sought and reached with even much toughness, where we knew our actions were incorrect, but somehow yearned it by heart. May be its difficult to be good for it requires discipline, and to be bad just meant that nothing was required to be followed. So was it our laziness that paved way, one can’t blame that angle but discontentment on another’s chance was a more obvious the reason, and even there, it was out of lack of trust on oneself (that i can reach there sooner) and of a genius thought that time at the same time has eroded and i stay empty handed, should i get happy at his smile? An easy and idiotic thought indeed and only can be felt easy by one who is ready to work harder and idiotic by one who endorses less of immorality. What can be done to make goodness wholesome? even a thought so is now handled with force and brutality, Chances are that looking to endorse it, you may willingly but yet unknowingly be subscribing to be an unknown but soon to be poisoned Socrates. Selfishness is bad, we all know it, but then how are we falling to be practicing it? Has the seas of moral and respect dried up that we need some one to inspire us to be sharing our daily bread. I pity humans for the blessing of the sixth their sense has less been helpful to them. Could not God plant a re-designed more moral a chip on the brain that can lessen the burden of erring and correcting? Doesn’t God have any social obligation? Does he want us to suffer and then that he would appear and give salvation, are we fools or in the name of God, are we made fools.

Who all should we run from? Dirty politicians, filthy admins, corrupt officials, moral less police force, selfish inhumans? The world is all of them, is that the reason that science is being used to explore the chances of survival in red and blue the planets? Finding a way to survive, would the lesser evils, us the humans be imprisoned there? or is it the place of ecstasy for the greater evils, us the inhumans. We are so much accustomed to accepting immorality that, always someone practises it and creatively looks to better it with a newer better version. What cannot be taken as an example and which field can boast of having been relieved or excluded? Science they say has advanced and so have they in practicing and selflessly growing immorality. Where should it come from, who should be blamed for not having it, who should be accountable to be responsible for someone to be having it? I wish, i know someone who i can ask this, for every one looks to be battling their own great lives and giving me a feel that i am handling an irrelevant and out of the world subject. Why the hell should i pay for an antivirus if my morally inclined human brother would not spare his valuable brain for exclusively creating an intelligent virus? Is money the core reason, even if remotely so, for God’s sake damn it, we invented it. Is there a table thats big enough to be sat around and values of moral be taught by it. I pity my period, but i do so more for i am put to see them through, and i pity them more for i know less of the immoral practises of yesterday and of the richness of our history and Thank God, i know less of them!! Whats moral and whats immoral may be a very difficult line to talk, but can i ask someone to think twice before acting and check if his conducts and actions would in someway may bring a little of unhappiness to his brothers and sisters and fathers and mothers and sons and daughters of the world he lives, and if it may, can i ask him to reconsider and if possible not carry that incorrect act? By asking so, do i look selfish? please if by any means it does and the incorrectness and the helplessness of my language had victored over my good intent, please, for God’s sake and as well for Human’s sake, feel free even to question me that we shall together allow ourselves an opportunity to save morality and a larger face of humanity. May God bless all, for if not his purpose of existance shall sure be questioned. Man was told that he was created, of having been created, we would to the best extent try our best to bring goodness, i also mean to say to abolish badness, but at the places we fail, i pray, He who had created this trouble called human, please pitch in and act before somebody in the name of humanity takes the toll. Let us not wait for a bloodshed, let us look to act before and may our acts be victorious in preventing the bloodshed. Praise to God and also to the man that’s human! Toast to the goodness that yet exist, let us make it contagious and more that one may not have to create a human anti-badness version 1.0 sooner or later.

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar

Beautiful thoughts, I thought were of profound knowledge! Slap me!! No one can take away the beauty of my thoughts for her! My world is growing beauteous, and Words alone can’t explain its beauty, Smiling, I stay etched to life and wordless. If things get this beautiful, do we ever need words at all, I wish and wonder. Everything looks beautiful, and curses my history, I should have kept my eyes open, or how else could I have not seen her before!! Bless, Lord ‘O’ God, eye sight is a bliss, why did not you ever tell me this!!! One can ignore science and courageously say, love ain’t measurable.

How would you feel to walk on the petals and breathe the sweet fragrance of the roses? can one be blamed for loving them ever? No! not once or ever. Love is a feel, infact the most beautiful one that man could be blessed to live. Interestingly, it happens to one, who loves himself the most and wishes to live life to its best. I wish, may everyone get to breathe their life with the sweetness of fragrances of the roses and richness of softness of the petals.

Hate only those that can be hated, and shamelessly agree, love is lovely and its foes, hopeless. Love, for life is once, and that you love life.

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

Hey oh my Friend, What is this world? Isn’t it a small round ball that carries along the hopes of millions of matter in it? Man, then indeed is a Supreme Being, for his ability to imagine surpasses the greatness of anything that holds him and lets him live. He is the heart of what he calls as the earth and yet his heart is as fickle and dexterous as the thought of the whole of mankind put together. The many layers of the complex compounds called emotions are larger than what has ever been discovered yet and the magnanimity of what a simple smile can bring only makes it more complex. The world compliments man, But man compliments it more. Keep Smiling – Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

Pizza is a round matter that enhances friendship, or yaar rather say fuels the energy by filling the empty spaces of your hungry stomach, ofcourse the heart as well (hungry kya?), and giving some prime real estate and breathing space while you nurture friendship! For that matter, anything that’s served over a square/circular/oval/rectangular/any geometrical shape tables are of the same noble nature!! Just that pizza is interestingly marketed better for this holy matter! Yuppie, and if pizza is the solid toughie Italian guy, so do we have the liquid pretty girly version, yepp the undoubtedly beautiful Miss coffee indeed!! Who would not love a girl, I mean coffee , haan and well when I said that, kindly switch off that devilish little thoughts of some clichéd expressions about a girlish thought being carried by a guy and not to forget to see that bright beautiful angelic geometrically perfect circle of light behind my head!! he he!! Girl, indeed a matter of pride to mankind (also womankind, for political correctness), for it is the extreme expression of beauty known and unknown to science and say conscience!! he he (For God’s sake believe me, that’s an angelic smile)!! He who has to be appreciated would none be other than the one who created the most beauteous the creature, I mean the extremely creative designer in God. Oh my God! You are awesome! I mean, Thanks. he he – Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

Inspiration does not require permission. and no one feels bad to have been a good example.

So why should not you feel bad for not being a good example? Every actions are carved on the moments of history and they are your most valuable opportunities to strike gold. Preparation to the destination is not a separate time of life but living of the life itself. Look deep into the moments that you live. They are the stones of scribes that lay for the generations to follow.You scribe them right and you make your mark. Screwing up has never been easy and the immense growth of technology has given all the options for anyone to fail than to succeed. It is the prepared mind that get things right for that’s the fruit for their extra effort. My wishes for you to succeed and Inspire…
- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar

What is life about? Is it the haunting memories of the burnt past thats as strong as ones own shadows or the biting brushings of the fickle now that allows the shadows? A chilling stroke of pain fills the heart when memories think of the things that are lost and the experiences gained. Would it be human enough? or would it just be human? to allow the senses to compare of the so called “then” and the present, “now”. Goodness cherished and sorrows lived are just the shades and tones of the painting that i am now and i can only allow my heart to respect the past that brought the depth in me. Though intellectual does our heart wish to stay and would like to proclaim to itself to be the master creator of its own destiny, Life, i think is like the water that flows through the rocks, surfaces harder and softer just are the bitterness and sweetness of reality. It gives great pleasure to think of writing ones own story, but sometimes, neverthless most of the times, the brushings of reality makes them just a fantasy. If we could just think of goodness and then die, may be goodness can stay eternal. But to live them beyond the thinking is like embracing pain and with a smile. Several times, i have failed, but many a times, i have smiled. Having lived and smiled, i confess, some smiles have really been painful, yet the strife to be smiling wide, continues.

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

A sweet moment of early wishing i missed,

Sweetest, sweeter, sweet my wish,

I wish, i wish and i wish,

For the sweetness of God to have bestowed us the “YOU”,

Sweet, sweeter, sweetest my friend,

May the day bring you the sweetness that you have brought to my world.

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

• One

A toast to the day, that marks the beginning of our togetherness,
while they say marriages are made in heaven, we simply welcome you to
one….!

• two

The happiness that God has bestowed on us,
We wish to share with each other and promise to care for a lifetime,
This day marks our promise, come and strengthen us with your wishes….!

• Three

A day to bless the reason to love,
A moment to spur the start of the journey,
A journey that only two can walk,
We promise to walk and wait with our hands held together,
Come and bless with your blessings….!

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

Easy living may not always be an option! sometimes you may need to date with death and may be then failures can even bring smiles! Run, for what you yet were been holding your breath was to live! and here is life, let your wait not be called foolish and you a fool. Heed to your heart’s voice for in it lies the truth that speaks your strengths, you know what you are and better than the one next to you. Taking risks are less riskier than not taking them, and life would Amen that and so would you once having lived the same. For goodness and your strife, we pray! May God bring them all (but please do not forget your part), that you may be victorious.

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

The dusk of old our day is marked by the dawn of yellow little orange Sun, kissing the new day, Good Morning! Quite unfamiliar but not to the sleepless owls of the bright night life.  The day rather the human night goes sound as the strife continues to better the previous one and there is this inevitable thing called professionalism that compels one to live and be lived. It is quite amazing to see how humans have accepted the attack onto their social lives and yet smile the day out with little dark patches of skin below their eyes. In one way its their maturity to adapt to the requisite of time, though be it waging the war against biological the clocks of mother nature. Forget about sleep, even there is no time to sit and worry as every our night is a day to learn lessons and lessons are lessons be it learnt out of the day or by night. By every woken the hour, skills of survival are learnt and the skins just get thicker and thats dexterity. BREAK is a five lettered word to heaven, and escape to heaven is only far as to where it reads “canteen” or the cancerous “smoker’s zone”! If you are at the heights of positivity, lessons of life are served and fed at the canteen as well, where they demonstrate how an outsourced vendor should not service their poor money paying customers. While we breathe the jargons of our blessed life, our concerns are but not restricted to AHT, quality, team huddle, metrics, manager, girlfriends, boyfriends, up selling, cross selling, dollars, fyi’s, fyki’s, fyia’s, salt biscuit, tea, strong tea, PROMOTIONs, coffee, strong coffee, goals, salary, night sleep, day job, marriage, family, parents, child, children………oh the list continues and if i have to continue typing, i need to have a paid account with WordPress (for they charge for anything beyond 5GB)  we smile and as ever would continue to smile our hurdles out, for we are the people who live active at night and the place we live and love, that’s call center….oops!!! may i please place you on hold? i am next on the queue….!

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

Never lacked did days to be bestowed with blessings and was it because of the thought that we are in company, in good the company. Noblest the souls compel the ones around to be noble and equal, sure have we been, dear has it been. Days are born to unveil new the lessons, and inspired have they been from sovereign the sources that are richer than the richest, we proclaim we are blessed. Of words that made us sense sensibility, huge does stay the ones of the one who asked us to enjoy our jobs that we may succeed, we live the words and we spread the lessons. What bringeth all, and when we think of it, was a day that looked at the birth of the beginning. Everything has a beginning, and every beginning has been on a day, this day is to mark the celebration of the speciality that the day had bestowed, we remember, we celebrate and in joy we wish a Happy Birthday!

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

A year more has passed,
And dear was it by all means.

Many a trades tamed,
And many the tricks learnt,

Enough aren’t they to the magnanimity of thy world,
And so I pray for more and God, “may he bless you with all”.

Let this day be the start of the starting,
That you ever have wished, that you ever have craved

For more prosperous and dear more an year,
I wish, may all your wishes come true, Happy Birthday!

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

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

The scribblings of thy love wreaketh my heart,
Filled too full and Barren to the depths, for any more love to be sown

As sunlight to the tree and water to its roots,
Breath have you become, blood have you become

As bank to the river and sand to the seas,
Close do we stay, through the ages of the day

As millions does stay the stars and in heaven,
Lesser than my love unto ye, and to realize open thy eyes and embrace the sight.

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

I feel to have got lost or in the process of getting. subtly did It start but deep has it gone and intense as silence embraces and I embrace silence. a loss of what i have been, of what i had, of what i dreamt would my life be and so it bringeth more sadness to the heart. The unpredictability of life plays its tunes loud and beautiful my sadness the music. Unlike in labs life does not give you much opportunities to correct yourself. you cannot test anything but need to have it right when life demands and that is something very challenging. you may loose something that you may have been claiming yours for ages and life can easily do that to you, reminding you constantly that you are merely a speck of dust to life’s design and not the one who designs it. It is not a competition because you cant compete against the design itself and you realize that only when it happens. an old piece of gift, a torn image, a distorted memory, little beautiful music, absolute silence can all remind you of what you wish to be reminded and if only you wish to be reminded, if not you would have already discarded of what hinders and need to be discarded to make way for what you think is freshness and life! my wishes for both.

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

There is no thing to look at the past. past at sometimes is the ugly side of us that we always want to shed. Present is then an opportunity to correct ourself. Everyday i am born again, and i make sure that i don’t commit the same sins that i had committed yesterday. as a day is born, new am i and so my thoughts. The world around me is new and the day has born to give me an opportunity to embrace the goodness of life and so to give them to those who are yet to enjoy them. There is so much that i rejoice and it is time for me to share them with those who are yet to receive. What i gained this day is that i need to share with someone tomorrow and someone would share with me that he gained the day before. I soak myself in the wishes of god to invigorate the values of peoples’ lives and peace do i attain of it that gives me the sense of giving and the purpose of my living. The purpose of our lives are to enrich others’ lives and my happiness lies in the same. i wish to be a good doer and to all to spread smiles around that i become the tool to spread happiness and joy to people. Embracing me they can sense the happiness that they are dying for. Every human being is an induvidual, who wishes to put up his hand and feel the height of success. I just wish to be the stepping stone that can help one. there cant be anything thats more valuable than the happiness of any man. you get to know the importance of that so called happiness, when that tear rolls out of your eye and you face the hard time. look for people who are in need of things and give them what they want. help people, make their lives easy and that is your purpose of birth. Do not be unhappy that you werent offered these and hence that you dont have to do this. It takes much of values for these things to be educated and some of our society is rarely full of that. allow people to express things, understand what brings them happiness, and give them that happiness without having them pay much, but do let them know how vaulable it is that they understand its true value.

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

And when sun chose to lower down his eye lids, she the night was born to bring an end to hardships that the day had bestowed. Live her until he reincarnates, sleep well. She is Good and so we say Good Night.

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

The last leaf stayed and it stayed as it was the masterpiece. If unreal a leaf out of some hue could bestow life, brushings of real her smiles could haunt many a reincarnations. I live and i live her smiles.

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar

Comely her lips and best red could get,
Strokes a thousand; red, redder and reddest.

Dancing in air, her curly the hair,
Lovely to stare, poetic an affair.

Wheatish the hue and softest the skin,
Rough a wind could bruise them in.

Dark the brows, softer than feather,
Breeze, far he goes, in vain to touch her.

Pretty the eyes; prettier her looks,
Undefined a beauty in known the books.

Fairest the fairy and in my fairyland,
Angelic her beauty than any angel could stand.

A cure from Lord to hew my worry,
And together, smiles to carry, beauteous the story.

-Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

Dark the night, my heart in darkest the grey,
Soothing a light, as the moon does she stay,

Bright the sun, with white a day,
Me the prey, and more beauteous the smiles I pray,

Sweet the music and sweeter the lyric,
Sung and unheard the song of love that’s mystique,

What could fish love better?
Than its love and life, water,

Pain of love does bringeth the poem,
And not just one but many of doldrums,

Anything for love, and only my life to barter,
Sad a story and he, God the author.

-Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

Untold fables of loving the heart,
Precious, Wrapped in golden the veins, and love a lot,

On long enough a run towards diamond the destiny,
Stuck am i at the strife of hewing; hewing strong the emotions,

For small enough a moment,to let her know the precious,
Huge the care and huger the love,

Clouded the sky and greyer its shades,
I look to rain, stout my love,

Close though but far enough, and yet has it rained,
Silently i shout, and in silence the poundings of pain,

As then and so now, I stand alone and yet in love,
Living the brushings of loving her heart, to let prevail fantasies be alive.

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

<In tears i write as she sleeps,
Happily and the price i pay my life,

Death has not been kind enough to let me die,
And life not cruel enough to let me live.

I, being away from her yet live,
Alive and just alive,

Nothing more to loose,
Merely death to choose,

God, and it’s his failure as well,
Failure, to let prevail true enough a love,

If the beatings of my heart can’t say,
Let its stopping atleast convey,

That hindrance the breath has stopped,
And it stopped as it had no one else to breathe for.

While i rest, do let her know my wish at death,
“Let there be a life and only if it be with her!”

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar

                         Green is our grass, and if the brushings of yet greener the grass is to bother us on our present and pleasant the job, remember the proverb that, “life looks greener always and only the other side”…. Small troubles are always subject to befall at workplaces and if they are to bother us then we are merely getting distracted from, long-term a goal. Workplaces have so much good to offer and if we are to fail to see the opportunities, we could end up having broken a profile and little the growth. Let us not get too comfortable, to be unable to compete with smallest the problems in day to day our lives and to be bothered at a later stage and realize that we did miss golden our chances. Problems are only lessons in disguise and as we start to treat them so, growth would befall, merely to be an everyday happening. Let us put our hearts in our work and start loving our jobs, and the result in no way can go otherwise than what we desire. No jobs then could get better than the current job!

- Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

Tenderness of words you speak and the happiness in hearing them, are soothing and golden, adding more of sovereignity to my heart. Soft the tone, and sound takes its sweetest form to be a word when uttered by you, making music beg being unable to compete to your dexterity. The more i get to hear, the more do we get closer and i tend to forget the pain of reality, doubting more if the brushings of the sphere i live in, is real enough to the etchings of your voice onto my heart…I yet know we are real, you, me, the impact of your voice onto me and my heart, our beautiful the world and the beggings of loser the music etc…. but the world that claims to be real enough just lacks us and all of these, Period. I smile and would continue to speak…

- Jithesh Lakshmanan marar.

The silent shades of the morning’s sleep were broken on the sweet thoughts of her lingering smiles….

“Moon would hide in despair that no longer she is the most beautiful and sun would waver in skeptiscm that if he might not be noticed in the world that she lives”.

“Breezes would fly from places to pass her by and seasons would change themselves to be bestowed by golden her touch”.

“Tides will rise mountainous to witness the beauteous and would exult the precious the moments of their lifetime”.

“Rivers would detour the lands and clean them up and the flowers and leaves would shed themselves down the paths to be walked by her.”

“Women would run to their houses to clean up their mirrors and to try and beautify themselves to see if that might show them to be near comely and only only in vain”.

“Artists would wait on the streets queued up with their easels and brushes not knowing if they would get the glimse of their lifetime to paint their masterpiece”.

The truth stays etched that she is beautiful and in my thoughts, though she is a reality in imaginary my world and an illusion in real, Period. I smile and would continue to write…!

Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.

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.

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.

We are the Society and let’s put our heart in being it…

The arrogance of comfortablility seems to have vandalised the extent of caring and carrying of goodwill towards the society. Sophisticated the life has gone and yet more do we crave for, than being content on the bestowment of life’s fortunes that we enjoy and what some rather more don’t. Our scale of comfortability has grown at such a mountainous pace that yesterday’s big contentment seems to be an average day when looked tomorrow. Much does the world needs and much more do we have to offer, and if not us then who would make the world a better place to live in…, Let us share and be there to say we care, for in us, hopes has the world invested and bringing up the society cultured and shared the fortunes requires more than a heart, and not the craver’s one but one the human. Those who need us are around, beside, behind and why wait until the end to name it “Philanthropy”, when time and smile are the most that we can give away to all and yet stay richer than the richest of people. Invest hopes than money on people, as they can grow a thousand times bigger and then would prevail the hopes of investment, the investment of hopes.