Sunday, December 31, 2006


Its time I tell something about music. The craze I have in writing poem is same as that of the craze I have in music. I now sit in a browsing center 3 hours to New Year and write about music.

It has been like my soul this year. When ever I have been alone with no one to talk to I had music with me. It was an addiction for me and mostly the songs by the boyband westlife.

The year was not so good to me but it was satisfying. I was pretty much alone this whole year. This was when I started to listen more music and more and more of westlife. The guys do very good. They are great. Its not that I haven't been listening to westlife before. I have been listening to them for 3 years now.

Love Mark's singing in every song. Its magic.

This time when the year ends they are also one among the ones I pray for since each one of the albums have played great part in my life. They are also one of the reason I have started writing my poems again. Their songs were my silent motivation.

4 years ago when I was in college I wanted to be software engineer. After college and by GOD's grace I am one now. I dreamt a lot about rising in this job and going to great heights. But definitely something's amiss. I didn't know what. I understood that later. It was my long lost dream about being a song writer.

Now when I dream about my future, I dont see myself as a software engineer but as a Song Writer. I want to be one of the luckiest ones who unite the career and passion together. Lemme see whether I reach it this time.

Well!!! I will reach it. I am waiting for an opportunity. :)

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Just about me

I have always written something a poem or about something I saw in my way in my own words and feelings . . . . I carried on this as a habit . . . I have even felt bad if i spent a week without any of these things.

I dunno the reason but I rarely wrote after I started working. I cant say that work takes all my time, but in a way i had been interested in other things and stopped. My entire way of life had changed. To be frank, the very positive and happy Sunandha in all situations, had in way of life changed to be a cribbing and started negative thinking also. But I never lost my way of realizing mistakes with or without mistakes . . . .

My first step am starting my poem again . . . . Hmmmmmmmm This has always been a way for my emotions to be drained even though I never faced the situation I take for my poem. Just my imagination of how it will be if I were ever in that situation. Hope my misled traits haven't been tainted by my way of life now.

The next poem is one of that sort.

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Monday, September 25, 2006


The Climate was too good in Chennai today, Cloudy and a bit drizzling. It is very rare to see such a climate here. I had the privilege of enjoying the climate here since I was in second shift. Slept all morning away.
Abviously I remembered the environment in Chunkankadai(Nagercoil), where our college was located. The college was at the base of a hill. If the climate is hot, you really suffer due to the heat radiated by the rocks.(The college was very near to the hill). If it rains you enjoy the lovliest climate you would ever enjoy. The most romantic climate too. Then my romatic nature would over come me :P. Thts the end of listening lectures for the day. I cud even feel the rain on me if i stand in the corridor. I cud stand for hours together there feeling the rain on me like a feather. I miss those in chennai. I wish I cud have only one day in that climate at my college. The care free life with nothing to worry not even my studies. (Sigh)
I am writing this at the end of the day.
End of a lovely day in Chennai and a scary and hectic day for me.

Friday, September 22, 2006

After 2 years

Its since 2 years since I stopped scribbling something . . . . . After reading all these blogs they beckon me to start again.

Will try to write again . . . . writing has always helped me to unload myself when I am in a rather pitiful state.