Where have you gone away

Day seems dull

Nights are torturous

Nothing is wonderful anymore

Smiles have faded long ago

In the old days of bliss

Where have you gone away?

Leaving me in this world astray

Can’t you hear my voice everyday?

Life means nothing without you today

All the precious jewels seems like worthless stone

No reason to dress up and go out

If your glance is not there to adore

The fragance of my life is fading like an open perfume bottle

The autumn sheds in your pain

The summer isn’t happy enough

And the rains are crying for you

I let the drops drench me

And hide my tears

Where have you gone away?

Leaving me in this world astray

Can’t you hear my voice everyday?

Life means nothing without you today

My eyes are waiting for a glimpse

My arms are dying to hug you

My cheeks are missing your touch

My heart is crying for you

Teach me the way to live without you

Or take me along with you

Have some mercy on me

It’s not possible to forget you

Where have you gone away?

Leaving me in this world astray

Can’t you hear my voice everyday?

Life means nothing without you today

Where have you gone away?

Drishya V Prabhakaran

17^th October 2008

Sometimes I wish…

Sometimes I wish, the grades of my score could increase on my click

All the best institute should run after me and I would get into into the one I pick

Sometimes I wish, that I was the most beautiful person to be seen

All the longing eyes would set on me like keen

Sometimes I wish, If I was a superhero with mighty powers

Would fight bravely and lives would be saved every hour

Sometimes I wish, if i had both wings and fins to hover around

I would fly along the birds and swim into the ocean pacing with the fishes

Sometimes I wish, If were the richest in the world

I would spend a fortune daily, then there would more to spend on the next day in tonnes

Sometimes I wish, that if I get the most loveable spouse

And we be in true love till the end of our lives

Sometimes I wish, if was a Rockstar, all the people would go crazy just to get my glimpse

Delighted to hear my voice and watch me play guitar

Sometimes I wish, if I had all the magical powers

I would get all my orders executed with the swing of my fingers

Sometimes I wish, if I were a spiritual leader

I would have the sweetest tongue and all the sad souls would find solace in me

But sometimes I wonder what it takes

To be the most happiest in the world

It doesn’t take any of these to be happy

All that is is our attitude

But still.. sometimes I wish …….

- Drishya V Prabhakaran

- 19^th October 2008

Out of words

Time is flying away

Without leaving a trace behind

No use looking back

All I have to do is look ahead

Don’t know where my steps are leading

Got nothing in my mind

Just going with the flow

Don’t know what to say or write

Because I am out of words to express

My old jeans is rugging out and wither

Not enough friends to talk over phone

Seems people are more interested

In the unknown than the rest

I am looking at the books

But the letters go over my head

Days just goes like that

Oh hoo..don’t know where to go

Because I am out of paths to choose from

Picking all the strands of life

Mind is wandering to thousands of dreams desired

Trying to pull it back to the track

Squeezing the life to shed some reward

Behold, all the fears are coming through uninvited

When things don’t fall into the place

Feels like whats yours is being robbed

No no..i don’t know what’s going on

Because I am out of true friends to care for

All that is left is the shreds of past

The ink in the pen has dried out

Papers are scrambled everywhere

I am scribbling and doodling all over them

My eyes are drooping thinking about the unknown

Trying to stare through the sky and above

Fiddling with the inkless pen

Oh yes.. I don’t know what to say or write

Because I am out of words to express

-Drishya V Prabhakaran

16^th October 2008

Not in our Control

Sometimes things don’t turn out right

We feel pushed down and demoralised

Not always life play to our tune

Little incidences make us understand soon

Looking for some water in the midst of a drought

Happlessly wondering what has happened throughout

Feel like running away and shout

You know what I am talking about

Thinking about all the pleasant and unpleasant memories

Was it something I had done or was it destined?

Trying to figure out

Nothing’s working out

Want to console the soul

But everything’s not in our control

In this beautiful canvas of life

Something makes us realise

We are not guiding the brush to our will

The colours are notof our choice that gets fill

There’s an invisible hand working behind

The power so unknown, pure and kind

Hardly any thing can be done than wait around

Try to survive and not get drown

Going ahead with the belief that He will save

Just a time of testing and polishing, be brave

There might be a better opportunity ahead

So no more tears to shed

So pray to this conspiring world

And let all your worries get hurled

Be alert and have patience and understand

That we can’t hold on forever on particular a life’s strand

So make your heart understand and console the soul

Because everything’s not in our control

Drishya V Prabhakaran

11^th October 2008

Fake Friends

Fed up of the sweet smiles and faces

Stabbing your back and grinning about

Don’t care about anything but themselves

But still somehow would say that I am your friend, no doubt

Why can’t you just leave me alone

Is there any need to showoff

No need to show the world you care and moan

Since everybody know you are not that sort

Trying to pretend like a wise

The jealousy inside you is brusting out

Elucidating the greed in your eyes

Illuminating the real you inside out

I need a friend who really mean what they say

Holding on to me when good times fade

Someone like you just spoils my day

You smile only to get a good share

You got what you wanted

Were not there when I needed you

And desolated me daunted

Left me feeling blue

Now there’s no need to come back

No reason to accept you again

Don’t tell me whom to befriend and whom to sack

Don’t want to be mistreated again

Not going to get carried away

By the sugarcoated words that stray

Do get one thing crystal clear right away

I am not your prey

Can’t get in the your cusp and abide

Do bear a mind of mine

Thanks for trying to guide

But I can’t let you control my life

I won’t let such friends anymore

Because it hurts a lot

when they break your heart

And grab the power to make you cry

So its better to stay friendless than

Having them play you like a device

So you can continue your journey with the trend

To find someone and befriend

That’s all my fake friend……

-Drishya V Prabhakaran

6^th October 2008

I have got it in me

Always been in the cocoon of home

Feeling the protection that’s bestowed upon

Thwarting my mind from pouring out

But it’s time for me to break through and get out

I realize it was a golden cage

Then I had my future envisaged

I know that I’ve got it in me

Just waiting for the opportunity

To tell the world that I’ve arrived

And get things contrived

Can’t wait for someone to free me out

Is there anyone, I doubt

I know I got to defy the rule

For that I have to take the plunge and to add some fuel

To my breaming mind

Which is full of ideas giant

Simmering within is my dream

Ready to find its way like a virgin stream

So there’s no time to wait around and sigh

It’s time for me to kiss all the fears goodbye

That’s why I say ..

I know that I’ve got it in me

Just waiting for the opportunity

To tell the world that I’ve arrived

And get things contrived

And if you think I overreach

All that I can say to each

Is that you are yet to see

Because I believe in me

Even if you don’t like me

You cannot ignore me

No no you can’t hold me back

Don’t ever try to run me down

I can fight any obstacle

Because I got the power mystical

And that’s nothing but the faith inside

Which people sappily try to find outside

In the darkest moments of life

I try to retreive in my mind

I know that I’ve got it in me

Just waiting for the opportunity

To tell the world that I’ve arrived

And get things contrived

I am going to make things happen

Going to get all my dreams laden

Wishes will materialise for real

Will get myself a deal

I am the change that world needs

And I am the one who’s going to suceed

Its time to rise and shine

So if you are my friend

To the end

Come along and let’s cross the horizon

Singing along

And if you don’t want to take the chance

I can still go alone and advance

Because I know that I’ve got it in me

Just waiting for the opportunity

To tell the world that I’ve arrived

And get things contrived.….

Yes… I have got it in me

- Drishya V Prabhakaran

5th October 2008

It’s time

Holding on to a new sky

Feeling a different light

The world seems changed

Became more beautiful to stay

Somehow I knew it’s time

To show what I feel for you

Bearing everything in my mind

Piling and bottling thoughts inside

Waited for someone to cross the border

Didn’t realize when I gave you the key

Knew that it’s time…

You had entered into my life

Nobody’s presence mattered much

But when you are there, I am blind

Your smile makes me feel alive,

Beautiful inside

I knew it’s time

I need you in my life

Every shadow turns into your image

Every moment is so hard without you

Want to hold you in my arms and love you forever

Grow old in your love with you beside me

Know that it’s time to tell you that

I love you …..

I love you more than anything in this world

-Drishya V Prabhakaran

16^th October 2008

Lost a Soul

Thinking of your beautiful smile

So coy and so shy

We laughed together

What a joy and delight

Sang a parody in the classroom

and our fingers danced to the tune

Found joy in every smallest prank

Enjoyed like a child

Then your life was shattered

With a disease so cruel called cancer

You never liked to share your troubles and times in despair

Always a girl who is so strong inside

You fought back and regained

And let no one know about your struggle

Unfortunately life hit back with vegeance on you

Again and again

You were bedridden like an old

Athletic body started melting down

To a mere skeleton, incapacitated

It was so hurting to see you come under the knife

So many times

Why were you made to suffer so much

No reason I could find

That was the moment of facing the truth

Nothing is in our hand

Life is so short, should make the most of every moment

And tell your beloved ones that you care

Still you were a fighter

A true winner

who stood fighting the tornado of life

What was most difficult is to face your devastated mother

And still it is

Watching like a helpless

Fumbling for right words to console

Wished I could do something to get you out

Knew the only thing I could do

Was to make the best of your last moments of life

And pray not to make you suffer any more

On a single dawn came a call

Giving the message God took you away

Leaving you pain free

But couldn’t fulfill your desire to live more

You have gone forever, never to come back

Leaving a empty space in our lives

With your memories delight

And tears roll down thinking of your beautiful smile

So coy and so shy

- Drishya V Prabhakaran

12^th October 2008

True friends

Standing under the bright sun

And looking ahead

Don’t know where I was leading

Waiting for the life’s next story

Had one thing capitulated with my mind

To have no more pretenders around like a blind

Sitting in the classroom alone

Watching all the joyous faces unknown

All of a sudden came a twist

You entered in my life from the midst

With your beaming smile and friendly talks

I wondered how and why

But that’s how He endows

Sometimes with thorns and sometimes with rose

It didn’t take much time for me to realise

That you are a friend for the lifetime

You are the only one I trust

But it’s hard to believe that

I’ve been so blessed

A beautiful prize

Of themost precious diamond

The best gift of my life

Ever!!!!

Within no time, unclear

We became so dear

You teached me the right way of life

Beautiful colours started filling in my world

Everything started turning right

All my dreams began taking pace

With you around,

there was nothing to hound

Encouraged to believe in myself

Trust the instinct and go right ahead.

Were always there to help and guide

No need to tell you how I felt

Because you read me like an open book

Oh! We chatted over the phone for hours together

Tensing father over the month end bills

You were not like others who liked to bitch

Always on the toes to help all friends

We didn’t need much flamboyance

Could even celebrate with a pack of sweets

Walking on the streets

Those are the beautiful memories I hold

Now our paths have parted

Still friends like ever

This life is short

So I want to let you know

What I feel for you

Can’t wait for another chance

So here I say again that

It didn’t take much time for me to realise

That you are a friend for the lifetime

You are the only one I trust

But it’s hard to believe that

I’ve been so blessed

A beautiful prize

Of themost precious diamond

The best gift of my life

Ever!!!!

- Drishya v prabhakaran

- 8^th october 2008

Sweet Nothings

It was the beginning of hot summer season. Life in such noisy crowded city like Mumbai is sometimes frustrating. A city where thousands of people migrate from their natives in order to get a job and earn a living. That’s why this city is known as “Dream City”. Film Industry is the “magnet” that persuades many people to migrate here. Here you can find thousands of people who are fortunate enough to fulfill their dreams and are wholeheartedly indebted to this city. Still, there are quite a lot people who live in disguise.

Skyscrapers all over try to hide the sky like clouds do. There was this busy street in Malad. It was about quarter to three on a Friday afternoon. A day on which a new film is released all over the talkies in Mumbai. Crowd gathered outside the ‘New Era’ talkies to buy the tickets. There are many stores, clinics, shops and residential apartments nearby. On one of those apartments stayed Revathi. There were two bedrooms, a hall and a kitchen in it. She loved her room.

Sliding on the bed with her back on a pillow, Revathi was ‘gazing’ at the window lost in her own world as if in a trance. It was a usual chore for her to get into her dreamy thoughts anytime and anywhere in classroom during lectures, in the mid of lunch or while walking. ‘Introvert’ would be the proper word to explain her. She is thirteen now. Is every teenager like her? May be? Nobody knew what she was exactly thinking of. Thousands of untouched questions were wandering in her mind like that of an infant’s.

When Revathi was younger, she used to ask her mother the meaning of her name. And her mother would answer with a quiet smile that it meant prosperity. Revathi’s joys knew no bounds when she hears that. She would ask this very same question to her mother several times, as she loves to hear it and finds it an honour to have that name. Moreover, for some reason her mother would never disappoint her after having asking that question. Revathi would again flow in her thoughts. She would think of becoming famous and owning a magnificent pent house on the top of the hill station and having connections with celebrities, leaders and even underworld Dons. But soon her mother would disrupt her thoughts by telling, ” Dear, you won’t be prosperous in life unless you work hard, so go inside and study for your exams”. Those words would shatter down Revathi’s dreams into soil, as studying would be the last thing that she would like to do.

Revathi was very good in sports but she did not want to pursue a career in sports. “If I play the sport which I like everyday then there would be no fun playing it during my off time” is what she thinks. She has a Scotch Terrier dog that she loved very much. Her father gifted it on her fifth birthday. She named her dog after her next-door neighbour Ria. Nobody knew the real reason whether out of love to her neighbour or hatred to her. Anyways the neighbours were not happy about it.

Revathi hated her uncle Mr.Gopalan and his beloved wife Mrs. Neetu Gopalan because whenever they visited their house, all they have to talk about is studies. Krishan and Neeraj were the children of Mr. and Mrs. Gopalan. They were younger than Revathi but excelled in studies. Revathi did not like their presence. She would chase them off with the help of Ria. She loved chasing them off. Then after her parents’ scolding, she would isolate herself in her room arrogantly and won’t let anyone in. She is very obedient to her parents but won’t forget to chase Krishna and Neeraj the next time.

Nobody else but Ria knew that Revathi was a chatterbox. After all, she was her best non-human friend. Revathi was always in an ecstasy when she would explain Ria that when she would choose her field of career then how she would reach the zenith and epitomize in that field and so on…

Then one day she asked Ria, “ I wonder what you are always thinking of? Do you really understand me, my dreams and what I say to you? OH! Why am I asking this to you? You are “cho chweet”. Oh! How I wish you could talk and respond to me in words”. Then she would hold Ria in arms and look into the sky through the window.

All this was stealthily watched by her parents. Her father asked her mother,”Hey! What’s going on? What’s the secret talk between Revathi and Ria?” And her mother answered with a wink that it was just Sweet Nothings…

-Drishya V P

Holding old memories(photograph)

It was winter. People were walking along the pavement. The roads were looking beautiful in the sparkling lights and snow filled trees. Carols could be heard from the nearby church. Reva was sitting on a bench off the road. She was lost in her world thinking of something as if in trance. Her eyes were moist. Suddenly, a smiling and happy person was coming close to her wishing everyone around “Happy Christmas” on her way. She came and sat beside Reva.
It was Ashley, her friend who is working with her as a teacher. Ashley noticed that Reva was not in her usual mood to have fun.” Hey, Reva.. what are you up to? Is anything bothering you? Why you decided to leave your job?”. Reva took out a photograph from her jacket. It was a photo of village children. A dark girl of about eleven carrying a baby boy and a small girl next to her of about five years old standing innocently and as stiff as a stick with oiled hair in bordered blouse and skirt. Ashley looked at the photo and said that they were cute but she was puzzled and was anxious to know more about them and their relation to Reva. “Who are they?” asked Ashley. Reva heaved a bit and said that,” I have a lot of things to tell you….”
Reva began to tell, “The elder girl’s name is SHREEKUTTY carrying her brother Raman and next to her is her younger sister Revathi. They lived in a small village called “Koodali” in Kerala. Their parents used to work in the farms.
Sreekutty used to do all the household chores while their parents were out to work. She used to walk along the fields sometimes enjoying the scenic beauty around. From an early age she began to do all the household work. It was common for most of the girls in koodali. They were not sent to schools because their parents were poor and also they didn’t give much of importance to their studies. They used to think that girls are supposed to learn household work and get married and be inside the home. But yes, they used to send their children to work as servants at other rich people’s home.
Sreekutty was also sent to work as servants at the age of eight. She was a very dedicated servant. In the morning at about nine she used to leave for her work. She used to run and sing passing through trees and fields, trying to catch dragonflies and butterflies. But she used to halt for a moment when she reached the village school. It’s an open classroom where students sit on the ground and study, learn and write. She tried to listen what they were teaching and stare at their books and slates with popped eyes. Her moment of noticing this “different” world of studies sometimes used to extend up to an hour.
And for that reason she used to get scolding from the owner of the house where she used to work.
After coming home she used to play with her younger sister Revathi. Sreekutty once asked her Mom that why she was not being sent to the school. Her mom frowned and say that, ”Girls are not supposed to go to school. What will they do after going to school? It’s a complete waste of time. You don’t waste your time thinking of such rubbish. You go to work and earn. Don’t you think that’s enough I get a headache thinking about both of yours’ marriage expenses in future and you are asking to spend on your education. What will we get back after we spend on you?” Sreekuuty got her answer and she was very upset. Filled with tears in her eyes she said,” Amma, I know but still after looking at those kids who are studying I feel like to try it once. You know now I know to write my name. Her mom was taken a back for a moment. She asked,” HOW COME?” Sreekutty told her about Sharada the teacher of the village school who used to sometimes teach her something to write. Then her mom warned her not to waste time in it.
For days now her mother did not go to work as she was expecting a baby. Sreekutty asked her mom whether she would abort this child like many other she did. Her mom laughed and said,” Silly, those were girl child but this time it’s a boy, I got it checked from our village doctor.” These words struck Sreekutty’s heart like a sword. Mom said,” We already have two daughters and then why to bear more burden of dowry. I get a headache thinking of your marriage now only.” She couldn’t ask her anything more. Her throat was choked with sadness. She couldn’t have food that day. In the dim light of the lamp that day sreekutty took an oath that she will learn and be educated and also teach Revathi. So she started keeping aside a part of her salary for revathi’s studies. The village teacher used to like her a lot and so was determined to help her.
Sreekutty somehow managed to make up the minds of her parents to send Revathi to school along with her but the expenses were borne by sree. Revathi in the beginning was not interested much as she wanted to play but gradually she understood what her sister is going through just to make revathi’s life and she started working really hard.
At the age of seventeen Sreekutty got married but she kept on taking care of Revathi and her education. Sreekutty started working in fields. She was having problems with her in laws but she never did let revathi know about this. Sreekutty had a daughter and a son but she never distinguished between them. Revathi completed her Graduation. With the help of the village teacher she was sent to Calcutta for a Teacher’s job.”
“Oh! So she is in Calcutta here, among us” asked Ashley. Reva answered,”Yes, with you”. Ashley couldn’t believe what she just heard. She said,” You mean, this girl…?!” Reva said,” Yes, that Revathi in this picture is me. It’s just that people started calling me reva just for fun and gradually that became my name” There was a silence for a moment. Then reva controlling her tears showed Ashley the letter in which it was written that Sreekutty died to Brain Tumor last night.
Reva said,” This photo is the only thing I have in her memory now. Tomorrow I am going back to my village. I want to open a school in the honour of my sister who is everything to me and want to devote my life in teaching the girls in my village and fulfill my sister’s dream to educate all the girls”. Ashley said,” I am with you”. She kept the photograph inside her jacket again and both started walking…
-Drishya V Prabhakaran

IMPORTANCE OF DREAMS IN OUR LIVES

“If we can imagine it, we can achieve it, if we can dream it, we can become it”, as said by William Arthur Ward. It shows us how our power of imagination and dreams can escort us towards achieving our goals.

We all have capacities and talents within us that might have been realized. Deep within us, exists a force, which is beyond our comprehension. This force has always been there waiting, simmering, and aching to be tapped. Knowing how to tap this signifies the difference between those of us who are successful and those who are not. The power of dreams is to do something, which we want to do, something we love to do and crafting it and sharing it with the rest of the world.

Everybody dreams and each person’s dream is unique. Whether it is a child or an old person, they see and have their own dreams to achieve something in their life. It may differ from educating their children, to be a celebrity to have a happy family and so on. Most of the people think that in order to change (or grow) all we need to do is to set goals, time management, discipline themselves more, etc. This is not purely true. Its time to get off this “merry-go-round” and start living the life we were meant to live.

Success doesn’t mean sacrificing all our fun times and working like bull. If we follow our dream and do what we like (a job) then everyday of our work would be enjoyable. We would enjoy our work and there would be a sense of satisfaction within us.

The simple example of Mr. Ambani’s mobile advertisement song “Ek soch thi, Ek Sapna tha….”, shows us that ‘Dreams’ are so important. It explains that a thought, a dream encouraged them to have that idea and get their business flourished. As Walt Disney said,”If we have a dream, then have the courage to pursue them.” That’s really true because dreams are the first stepping stone. I think.” If we only sit and dream and do not strive hard towards it, then we are wasting our time. And, if we only strive hard to live and do not have a dream to fulfill then we are wasting our life.”

Scientifically speaking, dreams are a communication between body, mind and spirit in a symbolic communacative environmental part of our lives. They may classify it as Lucid dreams, Nightmares, etc. Anyways it may be, what it shows is the reality, the thoughts deep within us and our mental state. It shows us our personality. What kind of person we are. It doesn’t mean we will be able to see our future. Though, some do but actually it tries to show us what we feel and what we need.

I think Dreaming is a God’s gift. The reason is because other than ‘Yoga and Meditation’ dreams are the easiest way in which a man can communicate with his body and soul. Moreover, in this mean and greedy world no one can snatch your right to dream and also it doesn’t cost any tax!

So keep on dreaming, believe in your dreams and become what you dream.

Drishya V Prabhakaran

June- July 2004