A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)

Indebted, for Better and Verse :)


To words here, rambles and far worse…
Govind, has been patient with his words in verse
Generous, quietly motivating making muses traverse
In a canvas of feeling, and gratitude, this is immerse(d)(Cant even hold the rhyme consistently like he does!)

Many a verse, he gifts
And my spirit, it always lifts
Be it in humour, in jest
Or the topping, the crest
As it were, I sure have been blest

PRG, sometimes Govind he signs
His words, in verse, those lines
More precious than diamonds from mines 🙂

This wee bit of studied rhyme
All shoddy, but in good faith, and solid chryme
Is yours, Govind, and to keep-it’s not worth THAT dime 😀

And here’s the list of your gifts to this page
All of which this rambler has decided to cage
In here, as wisdom from a sage
No less, for me, as I guage
Gorge and deeply assuage
The arrogant muse within 🙂 🙂

(See, I cannot even keep up that shoddy rhyme
Now that is nothing less than a crime 🙂 )


Govind’s words on Writes Here :

Life again: 
“The seed always lies dormant
in wait for a suitable agent
to make it grow lively & vibrant 
and bring forth flowers so fragrant”

And he inspired Salil to write this in:
Love, I have experienced,
But never have I, like you, articulated.
Cloak of love, each of us wears,
Taking for granted, as we go on with our daily chores.


PS : My feeble attempt inspired byPRG ” aka Govind Ramachandran

A Full Circle:
“You always excel in the art
of writing about matters of the heart
while some pierces like a dart
the rest soothes like symphony of Mozart. “

In Reassurance:
Even when YOU are ‘within’ ME
and trying hard to let me be
you’ll fail for there are strands you can’t see
to which this soul clings unwilling to be free.

Usha, just beautiful! ”

We have been missing you for awhile

glad you’re back from the self imposed exile
now we can be treated to verses so virile
the mark of the inimitable usha’s style.

Welcome back.A`very apt verse for the occassion ”

In a world where love is shared by ration

Usha, your heart is as deep as the ocean
in your wonderful display of your affection
I wish I was worthy of at least a fraction.

Just beautiful Usha. Welcome back in case you have missed my comments for your earlier post.”

We’d always love your cranium flooding

with thoughts that are so very dazzling
and arcs over synapses forming lightning
It is you that should be threatening.

Usha just beautiful. We only wish we get more of this. ”

What a lovely way to start the New Year

with offerings of verses that endear
the beat of the heart is so crystal clear
‘we want more’ we say who hold you dear
In the world of poetry you have no peer.

Welcome back. The wait was very much worth it. ”

I had to read this again and again

like peeling off layers of an onion
to get to the bottom of the ultimate union
the master and the minion meshed by a pinion
each word written is worth a million.

Usha,need more of this ”

“The unknown beckons so inviting
but it is our ego that is limiting
or maybe what is known is comforting
and what we are unaware terrifying.

Usha simply wonderful. I was in Myanmar when I read this on my reader but couldn’t comment as we can’t access blogging sites there. ”

Like-minded,between them their souls they bare

Or wordlessly into each others eye they stare
Vying from their partners for love and care
Enamoured they say LOVE is in the air. “

Your poems are better than a picture, for a picture is worth only a thousand words,

Whereas your poetry brings to its readers joy as would a flock of songbirds
though some of them would sound so cryptic like the clues of crosswords
Most of them that come straight from your heart
would pierce ours like swords.”

Is there a reason why something should exist?

some of things which we can never desist
and a few of them that will never be missed
God surely has not surely written such a list
everything is important that’s life in a gist.

Very beautifully written Usha. ”

As we are sucked into the quicksand

Of Time and eternally bow to its demand
as it shrinks & expands in it’s own command
we can only be as if acted by a magic wand. “

There wasn’t a slightest hint

and we can’t lodge a complaint
for we haven’t read the fine print
no siree we didn’t.

There isn’t a single deal or a relationship which is unconditional. “

Like a ripple turns into a wave,

about your Haiku I can only rave
How do you make the words behave
as if they are your own slave?

Simply Superb Usha. ”

They said that it was my first victory

competing against trillions to become me
A criminal goes back to the crime scene we see
but will a victor go back to the scene of victory?

“From the maturity of perfection in creation,Do we degenerate into the immaturity of a life?”. Usha very profound and how very true. I feel jealous at your ability to constantly come out with such gems. “

(The Rambler observes: I, Govind, am even more jealous of your writing!!)

Of menage a` trois I have heard well // but an affair with eleven or twelve? // but all said and done I must tell // that your sweet post does in my heart dwelve, 🙂 🙂 “

Whats the object of your tirade // Is it because of something someone said // think of all your pupil who need to be led // and with those happy thoughts go to bed. “

Ashwin, you should feel proud of your mother / Like her it is difficult to find another / Birthday wishes for now and many more years my dear / That your mom and you can happily celebrate together. Oh btw the girl standing next to you, is that your sister? 🙂 🙂 🙂 . Though belated this brings warm wishes for the double delight. “

Words flowing like unending stream

joining together and without a seam
like ripples in sunlight they gleam
makes one wonder if we are in a dream.
As usual fantastic Usha. :)”

It is so sweet that you wrote about daddy

who’s there when you reach heights so giddy
or when you are beaten and come back all muddy
who will appreciate your work even if it is shoddy
the all knowning one who’ll walk the holes with you like a caddy
however old you are you are still his kiddy
and in the whole world bestest of best buddy.”

(not visible on the blog, but on Disqus)

A lovely tale of the four

a post I couldn’t but adore
though it is time for them to soar
your love and care they’ll never ignore.

Are their characters based on their zodiac signs. I would love to meet the Geminian for obvious reasons :))”

Sharing life for fifty long years. Through health and through tears. And also through sickness and cheers. May you continue to bring joy & happiness to all your nears and dears. Mum & dad happy golden anniversary.”

Golden Moments (On Overdrive)
Fifty glorious years of living together

helping each other, the challenges to weather.
A relation that caresses like a feather.
Golden wishes to your father and mother.”

Oh what sweet surrender

of a heart so tender
Fire leaping out from the cinder
and was love acting as a tinder?

Beautiful! ”

Memories like a foot in the door,

makes letting go a difficult chore.
Buried thoughts from the times of yore,
germinate from within as if from a spore.

Beautiful. Just loved it, especially the pun with “Period” ”

Was the passion caused by his anger?

or because she was flirting with danger?
or may be due to the fear of losing her?
or the frustration that he is no longer younger?

Red with anger, green with envy, yellow with fear and purple with frustration. Beautiful. ”

The lands smile when the skies cry

the tears leaving not even a speck dry
so too when love flows through the eye
there is no limit not even the sky.

Rain on more such poetry Ushs. ”

Is it a story of a lovely butterfly?

or of someone whom you want to glorify?
Or of woman who will willingly die
to be with the one she can always rely? “

Like a white light cleaved to colurs by a prism

so too love, on life. causing a mighty spasm
and at the same time bridging a chasm
for wounds of time offering a healing cataplasm.

Thanks I learnt something new today teacher. 🙂 “

Is there any other way?

than being a willing prey.
Whatever anyone may say
I just love yesterday.

A paradox, into the past by forgetting the past.

And finally I could resist. Paul Mcartney’s YESTERDAY.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwS_YDzxH3M&feature=related “

When the jigsaw pieces finally fell into place

filling up rapidly the in between space.
Changing the ever contorted face and the grimace;
into something so beautiful and so full of grace.
Running eternally in circles to find some solace
here at last I chance upon the much needed peace.

Usha just wonderful. Hope you will get more time to write such soul stirring verse. ”

Though there are times that they seem to linger

when it is for me they somehow always slip through the finger
as if in revenge and veritable show of its anger
unable to balance the credit and debit in its ledger
eternally indebted will I pass away with unsatiated hunger?

Usha, beautiful verse. ”

Thoughts cling on like a burr,

giving warmth of a cosy fur
contentment of a cat’s purr
and I do concur
that thoughts do blur
when love does occur.

I was reminded of this song when I read your verse.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=om7aUNZQVpQ ”

and the newest

Worry not for the waning moon

as it will grow again very soon
and you will be granted a boon
for your love will hear your commune
and a butterfly will emerge from the cocoon. “

Edited to add, on 1 August, 2011

Govind’s response to this write:

Thank you for painstakingly putting my comments in a chain,
though to be witty, wise and clever they try to feign,
like the mushrooms that come with the rain,
what I write was also dull and so plain,
but as the string by the flowers they tie, fragrance attain
so too my drab verses in the bargain
of being in your blog, immortality gain
For letting me encroach upon your domain
I have to thank you again and again.”

Though to the stem is attached the flower,

it perhaps lets it to be more brighter
for definitely a little more longer
than if it were to detach and wither.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn’t matter much to me.

Always know sometimes think it’s me, 
but you know I know and it’s a dream.
I think I know of thee, ah yes, but it’s all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.
‘The Beatles’-“Strawberry Fields Forever””

Usha please mind your p’s and q’s

and be careful when you air your views
for we don’t know who might peruse
and understand that it is an abuse
then there are the appraisals and reviews.
I guess an equally erratic rant.”

I sit trying hard to recall

when from your grace did I fall?
All I remember are the times that did enthrall
when did our love run into the wall?
please tell me, for your call wait I shall.”

Updating, on 29 January, 2012
I beg you please
save me from these
choppy seas
I long for some peace
and in you me sees
a cure for my disease.

Hopelessness and hope in a single verse.A wave that tries to drown you also brings you up for some fresh breath. Beautiful.

Dear Ashwin
Like a lovely rose cleansed with the dew,
another year comes all bright and new
Let happiness and joy be with you all through,
and may whatever you strive to do,
make your mother proud for having a son like you.

A belated birthday wish comes your way. As I once told your mother, maybe I am 363 days ahead to wish you for your next birthday. Hope you had a good one.

A mother like Usha there are only a few
and all I can say is ‘Lucky You’
As you start another phase of life anew
I wish you happiness through and through.
Happy Birthday.
There is a thing called hope
that binds the beggar and the Pope.
People lose it and in darkness grope
and some who are unable to cope
go searching for some magic dope
or go scurrying for the rope.
Don’t worry, all that seems lost will come back- HOPE.

We should have a silly rant contest.

I really need to check
if you imply that your readers are a pain in the neck
if you did you have made my ego a wreck
what was once bloated is now just a speck.
What we do seriously lack
are perhaps eyes at the back
then we could tighten things that are slack
correct course and move to right track
and at life have a fresh new crack.
Didn’t know there was so much to the ‘Face on the wall’;
and what of the pain, am I missing anything at all?
To be alright soon pray I shall
to get up and give us more verses that enthral.
If only we had a ‘delete’ button to make our hardwares clean
All the unwanted things we can remove from our gene
and from all those undesirable habits,we oourselves can wean
Oh, once again a case of ‘if only it had been….’
Love has its own merits
that it has no limits
in the language that it admits
nor does it need any affidavits
or require you to reveal your deficits
as without any sound it visits
not waiting for any permits.

Beautiful as usual. Can you throw more light on Aleph?

After a bit of my perspective thrown in :), he added
Thanks Usha for taking time out to try and put some understanding on the subject. One more thing sanity is a prerogative of the listener(reader). The speaker (or for that matter the writer) need not appear to be sane. Do I make any sense? I need not, as a writer of this comment I can appear to be insane. A fit case for the asylum eh?
Oh pretty PRINCESS
may joy and health you have in excess
sadness and troubles a little less
with many more years of happiness
to you,let the ALMIGHTY bless.

Happy Birthday Sashu. Have a great day and a wonderful year ahead 🙂

Don’t expect me to fall in line
a mind that works on its own is mine
and so you want catch me whine
to be me it suits me just fine.

Usha, Rebellio-U-s?

When the divine is filled in me
from hatred it sets me free
peace in this earth to be

I have written something on these lines.But not as crisp as you have. Don’t know if you had read it.
http://satmuse.wordpress.com/2009/01/13/naan-kadavul-i-am-god/ 🙂

What is the meaning of life?
though unbounded love is rife
focus is always on the strife
over flowers the choice is knife.
When really will we understand life?

“when mirrored hearts unable to take the screaming pitch of untold grief simply shattered……”
Simply superb.

Death waits to be born again
and take away be it meek or vain
surely it doesn’t have much to gain
than give support for this terrain
dying,unable to immortality sustain
Death!Can we really arraign?
Usha,is this your voice I am hearing?
It sounds so cool and so soothing
you know you don’t have to go fishing
Into the bucket they are ready to be jumping!

Great work teacher! 🙂

The audio, referred to is here
Is this a plan for an attempt,
to negate the familiarity caused contempt?
If so you shouldn’t voice them and tempt
the adversary and make him ready for a preempt.

Took the bait. Your diction gives me a complex.

From the moment love is seeded
there’s nothing that is not needed
and for it to go unimpeded
nothing should go unheeded.

Beautiful. Especially liked ‘In gleams of warmth
Like embers coated in ash
That, with breaths of love
Glow, in anticipation.’
Conjured up a beautiful imagery.

(Audio here 🙂 )
Belated Birthday wishes to ‘the sailor who took home a poem’. Whoever thought of he tagline should be rewarded. 🙂
A teacher ought to behave like the taught
and remember not to be too stiff and taut.
Love and respect they say can’t be bought,
the way your wards HAVE you, they must love you a lot.

52??? Usha you deserve a Param Vir Chakra. 🙂

The evolution of a child
is so beautifully compiled
though the world looks so bad & wild
the way you want,life, can be styled.

Ashwin, all the best to you
and to the mother too. 🙂

What a pleasurable way
to express one’s thoughts
with just sixteen words
No foreplay,no afterplay.

To all the others too, who have been here, and consistent with their words, I am deeply grateful for your presence and for the way you share of yourself in your words. These, that I have shared are way beyond any of the rambles in this space, and I so wanted to share it with you all too. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart!

For now these are all I have, to share. Thank you, Govind, for sharing the wit, and the wisdom, in your unique manner, and making the writes here preen themselves for being decorated with it 🙂 

24 July, 2011

Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

4 thoughts on “Indebted, for Better and Verse :)

  1. Thank you for painstakingly putting my comments in a chain,though to be witty, wise and clever they try to feign,like the mushrooms that come with the rain,what I write was also dull and so plain,but as the string by the flowers they tie, fragrance attainso too my drab verses in the bargainof being in your blog, immortality gainFor letting me encroach upon your domainI have to thank you again and again.I thought this deserved more than the usual 4 lines. 🙂 Thank you.


  2. Wow.. all these 4 liners are amazing.. Govind Who I don't know To Your words, I take a bow..


  3. This string of verse, Govind, bears a fragrance sweetBecause they all, the muse in here greetWith resonances and ruminations, in verse, so hard to beat :)There, most certainly, is more in your verse, than the eye does meet!Thanks again, Govind!Sunitha 🙂 Do read from his blog; his prose in which he writes there is captivating. 🙂 Thank you for your couplet too!


  4. Comments shouldn't be said to be only 'comments'. dry and sundry a word like this needs replacement after this 🙂


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