The moments set before us
And the events that take a turn
All have a part to play
In what this life has to lay
Each of them carries along
Wisdom and it's very own song
There are hands to conjure upon you
And many challenges to get through
It takes the pain of a life
To fight and forget each strife
But yet my friend, I have a say
The caprices all aren't forever to stay
If you fight alone. Sure it's tough
But together are we. No more is it gruff
Let time decide where our paths be led
We shall but converge where before we said
The trick of life is here revealed
Let the joy and pain be all unveiled
Share and spread what you feel
Ligher and better your heart would reel
Take life just as a present
That you carry without any resent
You'll love all those moments
As you do, a cologne's scents
Remember this forever
You'd be happy as ever
Monday, April 11, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
To my Stranger, with Love
Amid crackles of its routine I heard, lying down, rhythm of her footsteps
While vestiges of her perfume filled the air as she walked unto me
Being tweaked by her soft and keen voice, I sprang swiftly to face her
Not a tick waiting. Her countenance had a morning’s shine and glow
She had the air of a prima ballerina. And the eloquence of a Bharat-Natyam artist
With a face fledged and apparently holding the charm of moon in full
Eyes with an astral sparkle seemed pure and serene, just as those of newborns
Expressive and vivid eyes of her had the power of delivering sensuous pleasure
Little brows fixed like crescents in dark mesmerize at the very sight
When each of them dance together or apart, reminded me of mythical angels
Her hairs had the beauty of a frozen fall and her rosy lips did enthrall
It seemed as if Venus had herself chiseled this piece of art and poured life in
After being lost into a while of doze I got into senses and could hear her
I mumbled while doting upon her smile, the effect of which would persist long
If facial gestures were by itself a language, she had the command of a linguist
And delectable was her expressive mood. A tacit lullaby and an aura of subtlety
For a stare into her eyes a smile would return. The price of which is eternity
And for a gaze into her smile her eyes would speak. In the language of heavens
The day had passed while I’d learnt her jargon
But she disappeared into her way while I’d drawn the paragon
Richer by that day and poorer by other nights
No more were the eyes and no more were the smiles
I regretted in the moment that I weren’t a painter
For the memories of her - only turned fainter
Can I not find them. Hey can I not search them?
Not just in my dreams but even in the gleams
Oh my stranger. Miss you a much
My dear stranger. Not before as such
While vestiges of her perfume filled the air as she walked unto me
Being tweaked by her soft and keen voice, I sprang swiftly to face her
Not a tick waiting. Her countenance had a morning’s shine and glow
She had the air of a prima ballerina. And the eloquence of a Bharat-Natyam artist
With a face fledged and apparently holding the charm of moon in full
Eyes with an astral sparkle seemed pure and serene, just as those of newborns
Expressive and vivid eyes of her had the power of delivering sensuous pleasure
Little brows fixed like crescents in dark mesmerize at the very sight
When each of them dance together or apart, reminded me of mythical angels
Her hairs had the beauty of a frozen fall and her rosy lips did enthrall
It seemed as if Venus had herself chiseled this piece of art and poured life in
After being lost into a while of doze I got into senses and could hear her
I mumbled while doting upon her smile, the effect of which would persist long
If facial gestures were by itself a language, she had the command of a linguist
And delectable was her expressive mood. A tacit lullaby and an aura of subtlety
For a stare into her eyes a smile would return. The price of which is eternity
And for a gaze into her smile her eyes would speak. In the language of heavens
The day had passed while I’d learnt her jargon
But she disappeared into her way while I’d drawn the paragon
Richer by that day and poorer by other nights
No more were the eyes and no more were the smiles
I regretted in the moment that I weren’t a painter
For the memories of her - only turned fainter
Can I not find them. Hey can I not search them?
Not just in my dreams but even in the gleams
Oh my stranger. Miss you a much
My dear stranger. Not before as such
Monday, March 28, 2011
Broken hearts...
A wait, a restraint, and a hope
What not, this purging heart, has been left to
The love can no more be stinted
Nor can the feelings be quenched, you're no one
To do so, to break so- though it's you that started
No more it is, there left with you, the control of it
It's a bloody ocean. Of twisted tales and blunted souls.
You know not, how the gossamer of my dreams build you up
You occupied a territory. Can never let go.
Floating memories of you. They have already consumed me.
A body of flesh with decadent spirits can never go on- this very way
Future seems bleak. Are you in still?
It'll be late. And I can no more wait.
You know. I bear no grudge. It's Upto you.
You know your mistake. Your heart does.
This is the last note I leave.
A second or so, I'll be there.
Hope it would be free of this. Everything.
Even you and me. I'll rest there now.
Bye dear. If ever. No never.
What not, this purging heart, has been left to
The love can no more be stinted
Nor can the feelings be quenched, you're no one
To do so, to break so- though it's you that started
No more it is, there left with you, the control of it
It's a bloody ocean. Of twisted tales and blunted souls.
You know not, how the gossamer of my dreams build you up
You occupied a territory. Can never let go.
Floating memories of you. They have already consumed me.
A body of flesh with decadent spirits can never go on- this very way
Future seems bleak. Are you in still?
It'll be late. And I can no more wait.
You know. I bear no grudge. It's Upto you.
You know your mistake. Your heart does.
This is the last note I leave.
A second or so, I'll be there.
Hope it would be free of this. Everything.
Even you and me. I'll rest there now.
Bye dear. If ever. No never.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Happy woman's day ... everyone...!!!
"The pain and the pleasure,
Of being a woman - can only be known by being one !
You are or you aren't, but can sure - feel the empathy!
To be a woman, you are blessed,
To be a woman, is your boon,
The other half isn't cursed, but are surely the one, that lacked !
For the love they have shown, For the love they have showered
For the love u see, every day in their pure eyes
Be she your caring mother
Or a sweet and little sister
Be she your, best of the friends
Or your lady love
Make the day a special one- a day she shall remember
For the rest of life,
As your love's souvenir
The token, she'll remember, forever !!"
Of being a woman - can only be known by being one !
You are or you aren't, but can sure - feel the empathy!
To be a woman, you are blessed,
To be a woman, is your boon,
The other half isn't cursed, but are surely the one, that lacked !
For the love they have shown, For the love they have showered
For the love u see, every day in their pure eyes
Be she your caring mother
Or a sweet and little sister
Be she your, best of the friends
Or your lady love
Make the day a special one- a day she shall remember
For the rest of life,
As your love's souvenir
The token, she'll remember, forever !!"
Friday, March 4, 2011
Chords of life
Read with stress on first few words each verse...read aloud and read with a cadence. You'll feel the difference.
"Life is like string of a guitar
When there is someone to strike it's chords, it sounds good
When there is none, it sits at a corner mourning
Likewise if you find none to touch your heart
You still go on - but you are short of something
So subtle is that thing - the feeling - the difference
You'll know it every moment - but can't pin it down
Until you find the right plectrum
That's the right person - ask him/ her
Not just to be a part of life
But if can strike your inner chords - the deeper heart
To be truly a changer - of every moment of yours
The one who can fill that subtle gap
That's what you must be in search of
Through time and through space
Sure, one day you will know - You will find
Then you win it all...Yourr life... !!!"
"Life is like string of a guitar
When there is someone to strike it's chords, it sounds good
When there is none, it sits at a corner mourning
Likewise if you find none to touch your heart
You still go on - but you are short of something
So subtle is that thing - the feeling - the difference
You'll know it every moment - but can't pin it down
Until you find the right plectrum
That's the right person - ask him/ her
Not just to be a part of life
But if can strike your inner chords - the deeper heart
To be truly a changer - of every moment of yours
The one who can fill that subtle gap
That's what you must be in search of
Through time and through space
Sure, one day you will know - You will find
Then you win it all...Yourr life... !!!"
Saturday, February 26, 2011
A random enquiry into thoughts
It's not what I want
But What I want to be
It's not where I am
But where I want to see myself
I go not until I'm dragged
But unto then, till spirits don't sag
I accept this world as a gift,
To play with and to grow with
Not to break it apart nor to harm it's soul
Soul where in, lies the perfect peace
Soul where out,lies the clearest path
Path carved for you and for me
By the very- nature's glee
This randowm walk into thoughts
Take me to another day, beautiful as ever!!!
But What I want to be
It's not where I am
But where I want to see myself
I go not until I'm dragged
But unto then, till spirits don't sag
I accept this world as a gift,
To play with and to grow with
Not to break it apart nor to harm it's soul
Soul where in, lies the perfect peace
Soul where out,lies the clearest path
Path carved for you and for me
By the very- nature's glee
This randowm walk into thoughts
Take me to another day, beautiful as ever!!!
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Bifurcation of Andhra Pradesh with Hyderabad as a "Union Territory and also capital of the two regions" a conceivable idea?
It seems from what all the options pointed in SK report, this one is not only something which is acceptable as Hyderabad is not just given off to Nation but still stands as a capital of both regions. From the model of Chandigarh, this is something which can actually be tried as a permanent solution. Although the demand for separate Telangana is justified, looking at the purely political interventions into the issue, a clear solution could be articulated only with a proposal which has no bias for any of the regions. Also Hyderabad is increasingly being a point of national interest owing not only to its development but also to the historic significance it has ties with. One should understand that with this Hyderabad would "still be a part" of Telangana but also enjoys the distinction of being a "square capital" and also a "strategic point of nation".
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