The Idea-smithy

Some day perhaps I will be in love
Deeply, passionately and forever
Like I imagined it would be
But now I doubt
That it will come to me in a flash of brilliance
Or with any real ’signs’ or flashing arrows in the sky
I think what will happen instead
Is that in the swimming and running and flying
And all the actions [...]

This was written (like most of my poetry) a long time back…a lifetime ago when I was anonymous. I’m posting this today to celebrate my own decision to give up the last vestige of my anonymity. So for those of you, my dear readers, who don’t know me yet, my name is Ramya Pandyan. I’ve [...]

I started the 30 diaries three months back because I couldn’t wait for the answers that I hoped would come to me with the big Three-O. I turned thirty yesterday and guess what? There are answers. Just waiting for the right questions to be answered. Just like 42 is the answer to Life, the Universe [...]

Sensitivity is the permission you give yourself to feel.

No more, no less.
Not how much you feel about other people.
Not how much you feel about yourself.
Not how many tears you shed.
Not even how much you feel.
Simply how much you allow yourself to.
To illustrate, a poem from long ago when I was still into rhyming and used [...]

You’re beautiful.
For reasons I can’t explain
I find my gaze pulled in the direction of you
Quite incomprehensibly,
I can’t think of a single intelligent thing to say
When you turn and smile at me
And wait for me to behave like a normal human and respond
But I can’t.
I’m lost in the wonder of your presence
Wondering what I find myself [...]

I asked the Dreamcatcher if she had met Dream and she laughed and told me,
you shall be addicted
you shall not want to go out and meet people
you shall only want to sit and read sandman
my god if i could afford them, i would dance the dance of joy!
So if my words sound a little odd, [...]

From Sandman: Endless Nights
Most people want like a candle flame, flickering, wavering.
But you want like a forest fire.
Getting what you want and being happy are two very different things.
When there is nothing left to want, all you do is wait till there is nothing left to wait for.
And what when there is the world to [...]