How can I be angry with you for taking too much
When I was the one to give it all
without holding anything back ?
- Srividya Srinivasan
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
Say it is not so ...
Do we live in a state of perpetual denial, unceasing self-induced good feeling and positivism even if the truth is all around us screaming itself hoarse ? Have we become a race where stating the obvious truth becomes a crime, and one is branded a pessimist or a kill joy or worse still a traitor for just for recognizing what is ?. Solutions will start only when we recognize and accept that there is a problem and celebrate the one who has the courage to state the truth instead of stilling the voice of truth. Instead, we would rather continue and live the fake that everything is fine until the stench of our cowardice assails our consciences to override our denial. We are a race of worshipers of superficiality, of what looks fine and seems like feel good. We are a race of empty beautiful plastic masks hanging by a thread. A hollow self worshiping race rotting in the stench of unceasing indulgence covering it up with perfumed aromas and glittering lies.
- Srividya Srinivasan
- Srividya Srinivasan
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Pain, Life and Death
Pain, is the impact each time natural chaos mockingly breaks through our feeble artificial attempts to discipline or control life and make it predictable to our terms. Every day. All through our lives. And yet, we shall try till we die our final deaths,even if we die a million small deaths every day. Foolish people. Us. Through our awkward daily attempts at routine, discipline and order we will strive to gain the upper hand, to claim that we have life licked. And laughingly, mockingly life will throw its head back at us as if to say " Fools, it is in unpredictability, through change, through de-automizing that you are alive. The minute it is anything else it is called Death" And so the game goes on, between pain, life and death.
~ Srividya Srinivasan
~ Srividya Srinivasan
Arrogance ?
What you accuse as Arrogance, my dear,
is nothing but my freedom and ability
to have my own view
based on my own experience and
based on my own intuition
without the weight of
authority or
approval of
another's
experience
or stamp of
credibility.
I am far more credible and honest
because I speak my own truth
however warped or confused it may be.
~ Srividya Srinivasan
is nothing but my freedom and ability
to have my own view
based on my own experience and
based on my own intuition
without the weight of
authority or
approval of
another's
experience
or stamp of
credibility.
I am far more credible and honest
because I speak my own truth
however warped or confused it may be.
~ Srividya Srinivasan
Thursday, August 23, 2012
What do you see ?
The highest freedom comes when you realise that you are nothing special. You are just another child, just another mom, just another wife, just another sister or brother, aunt or uncle, colleague, boss, friend, just another wanna be, just another struggling human on this planet, just another person fighting the battle of health, wealth, hopes, dreams, fears, fat and death. That you and all around you everyone is carrying the curse of uniqueness and the blessing of ordinariness. In that humbling realisation you come to terms with yourself as you are. And, that is what one sees in the mirror, no ?
- Srividya Srinivasan
- Srividya Srinivasan
Friday, June 08, 2012
Conversations with a soulmate - II
Him:
Tell me when does a relationship start?
when two people talk?
or when 2 people hold hands and go for walks
or when they sleep together
or when they live together for sometime
or when that irrespective of the above or with all the above, they have realised that this can last a long time?
Her:
Tell me when does a relationship start?
when two people talk?
or when 2 people hold hands and go for walks
or when they sleep together
or when they live together for sometime
or when that irrespective of the above or with all the above, they have realised that this can last a long time?
Her:
I think the moment one just knows that even if it is a risk it is worth taking and taking it together.
You see inspite of all logical considerations affection, love etc., is spontaneous and intuitive and from the gut ... we make pathetic attempts to articulate ourselves and others as descriptions. As though we are absolutes or definitions and yet each of us could be just such different persons with different people...
I have found there is no timelines possible to relationships.When is it ok to hold hands, when does it stop being a risk, when is it ok to kiss ? The intensity of emotions vary with the readiness of both people and a host of situations that favour it. Some times one month seems too long a wait and sometimes one needs a year. One just flows, and if it feels right and there is great degree of trust and willingness to be vulnerable to each other, one is ready faster. We could talk for a year without meeting yet in minutes when we meet so many things would fall in place - some questions wouldn't arise and some answers would just be there.
You see inspite of all logical considerations affection, love etc., is spontaneous and intuitive and from the gut ... we make pathetic attempts to articulate ourselves and others as descriptions. As though we are absolutes or definitions and yet each of us could be just such different persons with different people...
I have found there is no timelines possible to relationships.When is it ok to hold hands, when does it stop being a risk, when is it ok to kiss ? The intensity of emotions vary with the readiness of both people and a host of situations that favour it. Some times one month seems too long a wait and sometimes one needs a year. One just flows, and if it feels right and there is great degree of trust and willingness to be vulnerable to each other, one is ready faster. We could talk for a year without meeting yet in minutes when we meet so many things would fall in place - some questions wouldn't arise and some answers would just be there.
Conversations with a soulmate - I
Her: I have been a Shakti all my life, too powerful in my inner fire to be subdued by mere conventions. I can only bow down to love and gentleness - but yes will match fire for fire - passion for passion - gentleness with gentleness - go so tender that we would be so vulnerable ... a Sati is lost without her Shiva just like a Shiva is nothing without his Sati to fire him
Him: I would tell you to flower and flower and flower such that your intensity overwhelms me and my passions... I will tell you something... if I am with a woman and she decides to use her sensuality so openly that it is no longer within my grasp, I will be proud of that woman... I am never in fear of not keeping a woman and even if a woman leaves me, it would be because I have made her over grow me to such an extant that my usual self would look mellow... I would react to that by being sad for sometime, but I would also be proud, be quick to get to my feet and rise even further up in my capabilities... I believe we within are very primal and I think that is the supreme pleasure that is provided to humans... A man and a woman are like yin and yang... like Shiva and Shakti...I am Shiv... and my exuberance and passion will become multifold, uncontrollable to give and to share if I find my Shakti...
Her: And, have you found her ?
Him: I would tell you to flower and flower and flower such that your intensity overwhelms me and my passions... I will tell you something... if I am with a woman and she decides to use her sensuality so openly that it is no longer within my grasp, I will be proud of that woman... I am never in fear of not keeping a woman and even if a woman leaves me, it would be because I have made her over grow me to such an extant that my usual self would look mellow... I would react to that by being sad for sometime, but I would also be proud, be quick to get to my feet and rise even further up in my capabilities... I believe we within are very primal and I think that is the supreme pleasure that is provided to humans... A man and a woman are like yin and yang... like Shiva and Shakti...I am Shiv... and my exuberance and passion will become multifold, uncontrollable to give and to share if I find my Shakti...
Her: And, have you found her ?
Thursday, March 08, 2012
The gods within us ...
The ancient gods have vanished ...
Did they ever exist ?
Who knew them then ?
Who knows them now?
Buried into the vastness of
consciousness and unconsciousness...
They have gone.
Unbidden and uncared for...
The new gods were born ...
They were invoked ...
Created by fertile minds in feeble bodies...
Fed on by thoughts and invocations
and fueled by desires of mortals...
Until the crying prayers of million minds
made them powerfully weak.
Where are the new gods now?
Who speaks their tongue?
The pseudo priests and the holy men ?
The new age thinkers ?
Or none?
If a man was a little saner
His God would know what to do .
But then if man was saner ...
would he create a god at all ?
and they fight and they burn...
in the name of the forgotten gods
quoting verses from books long gone...
Will the spirits of the old and new gods
awake from their slumber ?
They will. Or then maybe they will not.
- Srividya Srinivasan
~Written in the style of Nasa Diya [ The gods don't seem the same after i learnt their age - Discussion with Sadanand ]
Did they ever exist ?
Who knew them then ?
Who knows them now?
Buried into the vastness of
consciousness and unconsciousness...
They have gone.
Unbidden and uncared for...
The new gods were born ...
They were invoked ...
Created by fertile minds in feeble bodies...
Fed on by thoughts and invocations
and fueled by desires of mortals...
Until the crying prayers of million minds
made them powerfully weak.
Where are the new gods now?
Who speaks their tongue?
The pseudo priests and the holy men ?
The new age thinkers ?
Or none?
If a man was a little saner
His God would know what to do .
But then if man was saner ...
would he create a god at all ?
and they fight and they burn...
in the name of the forgotten gods
quoting verses from books long gone...
Will the spirits of the old and new gods
awake from their slumber ?
They will. Or then maybe they will not.
- Srividya Srinivasan
~Written in the style of Nasa Diya [ The gods don't seem the same after i learnt their age - Discussion with Sadanand ]
Monday, February 13, 2012
The joy of living ...
Sometimes just a simple act of a hand holding yours or waking up beside another soul in the morning brings a different colour to life.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Will you really ?
Dearest,
I know you will help me in my battle.
Will you also help me give up my fight ?
- Srividya Srinivasan
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I know you will help me in my battle.
Will you also help me give up my fight ?
- Srividya Srinivasan
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Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
God is so nebulously fragile ...
When the realistion of the fragility of human existence and of all the people around you hit you, you are humbled to a point of such intense beauty, simplicity, vulnerability and love and there is an aching need in you to wipe out every tear and pain... God is so close emotionally, it is amazing we don't see it all the time...
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Sunday, October 30, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
The Goddess you fail to see ...
3 women ...
9 days ...
Are you drowning in that fiery woman ?
The one who is so powerful that you are left breathless...
Bold and assertive,
Sexy and demanding...
Confident and supreme ...
Shakti...
Pulsing, throbbing energy
with absolutely no apology...
or mercy ...
Or are you chasing the auspicious,
the gentle one that makes thing worthwhile,
the one who ushers in goodness,
the nurturer,
the inspirer who propels you to adore her ?
the one who makes you rich...
with her presence...
Or is she overwhelming you with her knowledge,
her deeply intuitive intelligence,
her play with all things fine,
raising your vision by
the creative fire in you that she stokes...
Have you adored her today ?
Drowned and overwhelmed
and drunk in her energy...
until satiated you lie in her arms
and in her eyes see that she was always all three
and a thousand more...
Which woman did you see these nine nights in her ?
Or did you see all of them in your woman tonight ?
- Srividya Srinivasan
[This was written during the navrathri time. For me navathri is all about the men and the woman or women they see around them. The aspects of the goddess that resonates most to them and matches them... While the women go around busy with their golus and sundals and silks, while the garbhas and the dandias hold their sway, my eyes have scanned the men curious to see how they adore the goddesses they have each been blessed with... I somehow find it difficult to comprehend how every festival the woman starves or fasts for the longevity of her spouse or the masculine element's well being, and even for a celebration of the feminine aspect it is she who again praises her own self and worships her own femininity ...isn't the resonance and reflection in shiva's eyes that best acknowledge sakthi's fire and identity ?]
9 days ...
Are you drowning in that fiery woman ?
The one who is so powerful that you are left breathless...
Bold and assertive,
Sexy and demanding...
Confident and supreme ...
Shakti...
Pulsing, throbbing energy
with absolutely no apology...
or mercy ...
Or are you chasing the auspicious,
the gentle one that makes thing worthwhile,
the one who ushers in goodness,
the nurturer,
the inspirer who propels you to adore her ?
the one who makes you rich...
with her presence...
Or is she overwhelming you with her knowledge,
her deeply intuitive intelligence,
her play with all things fine,
raising your vision by
the creative fire in you that she stokes...
Have you adored her today ?
Drowned and overwhelmed
and drunk in her energy...
until satiated you lie in her arms
and in her eyes see that she was always all three
and a thousand more...
Which woman did you see these nine nights in her ?
Or did you see all of them in your woman tonight ?
- Srividya Srinivasan
[This was written during the navrathri time. For me navathri is all about the men and the woman or women they see around them. The aspects of the goddess that resonates most to them and matches them... While the women go around busy with their golus and sundals and silks, while the garbhas and the dandias hold their sway, my eyes have scanned the men curious to see how they adore the goddesses they have each been blessed with... I somehow find it difficult to comprehend how every festival the woman starves or fasts for the longevity of her spouse or the masculine element's well being, and even for a celebration of the feminine aspect it is she who again praises her own self and worships her own femininity ...isn't the resonance and reflection in shiva's eyes that best acknowledge sakthi's fire and identity ?]
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Precious magic...
My dearest...
Don't bring the mundane,
the logic into the precious...
and kill the magic ...
instead ...
bring a touch of the precious
into the mundane...
to color it with magic...
- Srividya Srinivasan
Don't bring the mundane,
the logic into the precious...
and kill the magic ...
instead ...
bring a touch of the precious
into the mundane...
to color it with magic...
- Srividya Srinivasan
Monday, October 10, 2011
It is a fragile world ...
Dearest,
It is a fragile world ...
And our bubble of happiness
needs but a little prick of reality ...
for the magic to crumble...
Just a cold dash of logic
for it to crash...
Just a blink of an eye
for the charm to vanish ...
What is it that binds us ?
What deeper yearning that
connects us ?
Somewhere a soul is craving
for resonance..
It is yours and it is mine
and it is everyone we know...
And yet we cloak our fear in ego ...
and hide our vulnerability with our pride....
Even if deep down we know ...
If we be very still...
and don't still the voice of madness within...
We will know the preciousness of being vulnerable ...
the utter truth of it...
the magic of staying true ...
to our deeper selves...
We will seek the other
so that the best in us is kept alive
and the other is a custodian of our vulnerability fragile ...
And yet we allow the cloak of
indifference,
the mask of triviality
and the mundane to enter
at their will,
to cast their spell on us...
We allow the death of the divine
celebrate the sanity of
logic and reason...
and call the magic madness...
Hush... my dearest ...
I am vulnerable right now
Gloriously and beautifully so...
Never been more fragile ...
nor more alive...
and words are a poor fill
for the richness of a singing heart...
It is a fragile world o dearest
and our souls just embraced...
Did you feel it ?
I did...
And I am caught in the magic of it still...
Srividya Srinivasan - 10/10/2011
It is a fragile world ...
And our bubble of happiness
needs but a little prick of reality ...
for the magic to crumble...
Just a cold dash of logic
for it to crash...
Just a blink of an eye
for the charm to vanish ...
What is it that binds us ?
What deeper yearning that
connects us ?
Somewhere a soul is craving
for resonance..
It is yours and it is mine
and it is everyone we know...
And yet we cloak our fear in ego ...
and hide our vulnerability with our pride....
Even if deep down we know ...
If we be very still...
and don't still the voice of madness within...
We will know the preciousness of being vulnerable ...
the utter truth of it...
the magic of staying true ...
to our deeper selves...
We will seek the other
so that the best in us is kept alive
and the other is a custodian of our vulnerability fragile ...
And yet we allow the cloak of
indifference,
the mask of triviality
and the mundane to enter
at their will,
to cast their spell on us...
We allow the death of the divine
celebrate the sanity of
logic and reason...
and call the magic madness...
Hush... my dearest ...
I am vulnerable right now
Gloriously and beautifully so...
Never been more fragile ...
nor more alive...
and words are a poor fill
for the richness of a singing heart...
It is a fragile world o dearest
and our souls just embraced...
Did you feel it ?
I did...
And I am caught in the magic of it still...
Srividya Srinivasan - 10/10/2011
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
I smiled at you today ...
I smiled at you today ...
A big broad, disgustingly happy smile.
And you were grumpy...
Grouchy...
Not in a mood to return it back...
So I left my smile behind to do its job...
grinning to myself ...
'cos I knew it could make your day
more than I ever could.
It sat there beside you
waiting for a chance ...
to sneak and spread its sunshine...
as You went about your day...
It thought it had a chance ...
When you sat with your coffee,
Your mouth almost smiled
as you cracked that code...
And I relaxed that it had almost got you...
when you put on that music that you liked...
But there you were, frowning in concentration...
happy in your isolation...
And suddenly I come online...
And your eyes lit up ...
And you remembered
that I had left a smile behind
that you had not returned...
Aha !
My smile jumps on to you...
Sneaks into your mind and
enters all the way to your heart
to end on your lips ...
And you break into a smile
to type this :) to me.
---- Srividya Srinivasan 7/9/2011
A big broad, disgustingly happy smile.
And you were grumpy...
Grouchy...
Not in a mood to return it back...
So I left my smile behind to do its job...
grinning to myself ...
'cos I knew it could make your day
more than I ever could.
It sat there beside you
waiting for a chance ...
to sneak and spread its sunshine...
as You went about your day...
It thought it had a chance ...
When you sat with your coffee,
Your mouth almost smiled
as you cracked that code...
And I relaxed that it had almost got you...
when you put on that music that you liked...
But there you were, frowning in concentration...
happy in your isolation...
And suddenly I come online...
And your eyes lit up ...
And you remembered
that I had left a smile behind
that you had not returned...
Aha !
My smile jumps on to you...
Sneaks into your mind and
enters all the way to your heart
to end on your lips ...
And you break into a smile
to type this :) to me.
---- Srividya Srinivasan 7/9/2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
A song for a happy room ...
Hide some smiles here and there
to pull out on a rainy day...
Pack some hugs and cuddles away...
to use up on a cosy day...
Sprinkle your room
with laughter and giggles...
And fold those memories away...
The nasty ones at the bottom
and the nice ones at the top...
Shake out those sad thoughts...
And empty those tears away...
Keep your dancing shoes close at hand...
And turn on the music loud...
Now hug that pillow by your side
And lo, your room is done...
- Srividya Srinivasan [26/8/2011]
to pull out on a rainy day...
Pack some hugs and cuddles away...
to use up on a cosy day...
Sprinkle your room
with laughter and giggles...
And fold those memories away...
The nasty ones at the bottom
and the nice ones at the top...
Shake out those sad thoughts...
And empty those tears away...
Keep your dancing shoes close at hand...
And turn on the music loud...
Now hug that pillow by your side
And lo, your room is done...
- Srividya Srinivasan [26/8/2011]
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