tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10120664410796182342024-03-13T10:29:26.540+05:30Echoes Of Heart,Drafted On Paper!And then I looked upon my Pen...and smiled!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-47473751093299563392018-02-04T19:36:00.002+05:302018-05-27T11:15:46.571+05:30Random Musings...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-4486241189500931752017-10-14T22:02:00.000+05:302017-10-19T20:00:28.833+05:30Perennial!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>I am here for a moment and not more,</i><br />
<i>Oh the rivers, they are perennial, water ever so pure.</i><br />
<i>I look around and I see immortality from my mortal eyes,</i><br />
<i>One glance I see the plains, one glance the mountains rise.</i><br />
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<i>Far away from the truth, my life strolls on,</i><br />
<i>While the centuries in the mountains roll on,</i><br />
<i>Asking me, what is your significance, why this pride,</i><br />
<i>Even the soil is humble, infertility is its second bride.</i><br />
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<i>There are moments when the visage dwarfs and humbles,</i><br />
<i>Says to me-Do you really know how the nature`s cookie crumbles?</i><br />
<i>Maybe I am a city rat and I am doomed to not understand,</i><br />
<i>That my life is a myth of seconds, a castle of brittle shape and sand.</i><br />
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<i>Perennial is the goodness and the work of the greats,</i><br />
<i>Which I have forgotten somewhere beneath the closed mind and modern weights.</i><br />
<i>Truth be told, my ego is what has lived on the longest,</i><br />
<i>Even my bones creak now, not the strongest.</i><br />
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<i>I know only my work and my words can be perennial after I am gone,</i><br />
<i>Not the skin and the body, a suit which everyone`s forced to don.</i><br />
<i>But I am sure I will be born again and well,</i><br />
<i>For perennial this soul is, I say-let it dwell.</i><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-46287326807104014272017-09-08T23:58:00.000+05:302017-09-08T23:58:03.394+05:30Away and Gone!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Away and Gone!</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I cannot live without you, I did warn,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But I don't fear you being away and gone!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You come and go from life like a fad,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Don’t you know your apathy makes me angry and sad!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Saying I need you would be playing your ego,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I just want to see that without me, how far your heart will
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Making up for time when you aren’t here,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I would often hold my other hand, thinking you are near.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Treading on my wish to see you again and more,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You come to me all worked up, your eyes all sore.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Call me anything, but don’t deny me your time,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Not always love when left alone ages like a good wine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Go through my letters once, if you would care,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There you`d find all my tears wrapped, my emotions bare.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">If you wanna</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">go, go
away once and far,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">For I cannot wait forever just gazing at the brightest star.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-48271503937013913502017-01-11T22:03:00.000+05:302017-01-11T22:03:43.269+05:30The Wings of Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Flying through my dreams,<br />I visit times,of fond dimes and lost chimes.<br /><br />Ever when I wonder where my life has flown by,<br />I close my eyes and ask my dreams for the wings to fly.<br /><br />There were some innocent blunders,some beautiful fights,<br />Some lost advices,some bleak and dreary nights.<br /><br />Should I count the years gone by,<br />There were few in which my heart didn`t cry.<br />I relieve days spent with lost friends and ancient games,<br />I feel the erstwhile pain of the bicycle falls and fear of the future fails.<br /><br />I forget the sanctions of life and time,<br />As I rout my insecurities and sweeten the brine.<br /><br />Recounting vague memories make them larger than life,<br />In some I am the best there is,in some I walk on edge of knife.<br /><br />Time when smile was sweeter than honey,<br />Place where care was important than car and money,<br />I dream of small moments and fleeting success,<br />I look for a new me sans books and with a rucksack.<br /><br />There in those pits of my memories I come across my angels and demons,<br />There my heart sinks,my brain is wowed but my worries are buried in caverns.<br /><br />Nostalgia hits me hard when I wake up from my reverie,<br />Still my senses in fool`s paradise,amongst dear coterie.<br /><br />Wings of dreams are better than life,<br />There possibility is endless,miracle is rife.<br />They say to act is great,to dream is to squander,<br />But ask someone who relieves a lost moment,reclaims a lost wonder.</i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India13.0826802 80.27071840000007812.5876862 79.625271400000074 13.5776742 80.916165400000082tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-18332278695629096172016-09-28T20:56:00.002+05:302016-09-28T21:09:24.692+05:30अथक, अजय, अचल,<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Dedicated to all those brave men-women who are fighting for,fought for,will fight for this great country of India! Peace!</i><br />
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<i>अमिट है ये कल्पना ,</i><br />
<i>जैसे अथाह है ये जल ,</i><br />
<i>उठ और साकार कर ,कोई विकल्प ना ,</i><br />
<i>बन अथक ,बन अजय ,बन अचल .</i><br />
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<i>तुझसे ही उम्मीद है ,तुझसे ही ये कल ,</i><br />
<i>खींच प्रत्यंचा ,चढ़ा धनुष ,अब देर ना कर .</i><br />
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<i>बन अथक ,बन अजय ,बन अचल .</i><br />
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<i>हो तुझमे संवेदना ,हो तुझमे वो ललक ,</i><br />
<i>ना कर प्रतीक्षा ,ना कोई संदेह जाये भड़क ,</i><br />
<i>कर ले वीर रस पान तू ,यही तेरा पवित्र जल ,</i><br />
<i>बस याद रख -बन अथक ,बन अजय ,बन अचल .</i><br />
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<i>बलिवेदी वीरो की है उस चंद्र के समान ,</i><br />
<i>जो निशा के अंधकार में दे सूर्य का प्रमाण ,</i><br />
<i>कह ले तू भी एक बार वो मंत्र चल ,</i><br />
<i>बन अथक ,बन अजय ,बन अचल .</i><br />
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<i>संध्या और भी आएँगी ,मन अब ना तू कर विचल ,</i><br />
<i>सवेरा रंग जाए तेरी लालिमा से ,करे कुछ ऐसा चल ,</i><br />
<i>धर पकड़ अपनी इच्छा ,कर ले वश में तू ,ना अब फिसल ,</i><br />
<i>बन अथक ,बन अजय ,बन अचल .</i><br />
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<i>कतरा ना ,ये तो है तेरा धरम ,</i><br />
<i>संकल्प ले ,बीड़ा उठा ,भीष्म जैसा परम ,</i><br />
<i>तू वीर है ,आशीर्वाद ही है तेरा हथियार ,तेरा बल ,</i><br />
<i>बन अथक ,बन अजय ,बन अचल .</i><br />
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<i>रक्त तेरा गाढ़ा हो ,निकले ना घावों से जैसे जल ,</i><br />
<i>रोक लेना उन प्राणों को ,की दुश्मन अभी भी है प्रबल ,</i><br />
<i>साकार हो तेरा सपना ,बने स्वर्ग अपना ये कल ,</i><br />
<i>बन अथक ,बन अजय ,बन अचल .</i><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-44150040692020767562016-09-14T23:52:00.000+05:302016-09-14T23:55:40.419+05:30I wish!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>I wish I was a kid still...</i><br />
<i>I could watch the rain from my old window sill..</i><br />
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<i>If only I had the access to the past...</i><br />
<i>I could race ahead of everyone just so fast..</i><br />
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<i>Pity that wouldnt have made difference to our fortunes...</i><br />
<i>We would still be singing to the destiny`s drums and tunes..</i><br />
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<i>So when I brood what I wish the most ever...</i><br />
<i>It is to reclaim my innocence,I wish I would have lost never..</i><br />
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<i>To cry out to my mum,when I am in trouble...</i><br />
<i>To keep dad unaware about a mischief,a bursting bubble..</i><br />
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<i>I long for that smell of my old house and the rusted gates...</i><br />
<i>I never imagined that I would no longer climb atop to reach to the dates..</i><br />
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<i>Home is where our people are,not any house alone...</i><br />
<i>We spread ourselves too thin,and miss the tip of the cone..</i><br />
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<i>The plains and the dust I brought along...</i><br />
<i>How heat or sweat never interrupted,rain forced us to broke into a song..</i><br />
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<i>The sound,sights and smell I long for are still there,lost in memories...</i><br />
<i>But the senses are no longer of a boy,who was the chief of all mischeavious coteries..</i><br />
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<i>Silly games have turned into greed and gratification...</i><br />
<i>Oh how I wish to trade my money for my childish imagination..</i><br />
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<i>I wish,they quickly invent time travel...</i><br />
<i>So I can go back and again play in the dirt and gravel..</i><br />
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<i>Time is cruel,with its own devilish whims and pace...</i><br />
<i>Better make peace with it though,life is not a race..</i><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0Tamil Nadu, India13.063425788898151 80.249633789062512.568431788898151 79.6041867890625 13.558419788898151 80.8950807890625tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-22534189670119076592016-09-08T19:01:00.001+05:302016-09-14T23:57:51.283+05:30खिलौना <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>एक मुद्दत की शिकन थी ,</i><br />
<i>सौ यादों का सामान था ,</i><br />
<i>वो आँखें दो दरिया ही तो थी ,</i><br />
<i>वो खिलौना ये दिल ही तो था .</i><br />
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<i>बाजार में आये तो जाना क्या कीमत है ,</i><br />
<i>बेमोल वर्ना समझ बैठे थे इस दिल-ए-नादान को हम ,</i><br />
<i>रुसवाई हो ही गयी है जब तो ये हाल है ,</i><br />
<i>की खरीदार भी हो गए है कही गुम.</i><br />
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<i>तमन्नाओं की उस राख को सीने से क्या लगाए अब ,</i><br />
<i>जब काश की चमक भी धुंधली हो चुकी हो ,</i><br />
<i>किसे इलज़ाम दे ,किसे काफिर कहें अब ,</i><br />
<i>जब इस दिल ने ही अपनी रूह की आबरू लूट ली हो .</i><br />
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<i>मौत तो है एक सस्ता सौदा ,</i><br />
<i>इतने हम खुशनसीब कहाँ ,</i><br />
<i>ना वफ़ा मिली ,ना रहा औहदा ,</i><br />
<i>फरियाद करने के लिए भी अब होश कहाँ .</i><br />
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<i>दिल है बस एक शीशा अब ,बिखरने तो तैयार ,</i><br />
<i>एक एहसान की दरख्वास्त कर लू शायद ,</i><br />
<i>की कोई रहम करे ,एक पत्थर ही मुझे दे मर ,</i><br />
<i>जिस्म टूटने को बाकी है बस ,पूरी कर दे रिवायत .</i><br />
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<i>की जहाँ और भी है जहन्नुम से बदतर ,</i><br />
<i>कुछ सीखो इस खामोश जनाज़े से ,</i><br />
<i>जब दिल बने खिलौना तो यही है मुक़द्दर .</i><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-36512056356052544212016-08-21T17:49:00.003+05:302016-09-14T23:58:36.519+05:30The Fury! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>The road rides with me,turns & bumps!</i><br />
<i>My fury scorches it too,scars & burns!</i><br />
<i>I don`t feel anything now,fire or wrath!</i><br />
<i>And I dont remember what I lost or won,the math!</i><br />
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<i>The sky teases me,goes away as I ride close,</i><br />
<i>The hills roll besides as if reciting a prose!</i><br />
<i>My mind ignores the visage so soothing and clean,</i><br />
<i>For the heart burns,waiting only to vent the spleen!</i><br />
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<i>The wind lingers on,fighting me side to side,</i><br />
<i>The wheels burn their rubber & learn to abide!</i><br />
<i>I take joy in the hell I make out of heaven,</i><br />
<i>There`s no returning from it,there`s no raven!</i><br />
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<i>The anguish inside bubbles but never errupts,</i><br />
<i>The hate vapourizes fear but never corrupts!</i><br />
<i>I am thinking clear after ages of torture,</i><br />
<i>Hate is my wound and anger is my suture!</i><br />
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<i>There is nothing else I would do than burn,</i><br />
<i>The wheels my weapon,every inch every turn!</i><br />
<i>What melts in heart is now a vapourizing fuel,</i><br />
<i>This world is a ring and I am ready to drive and duel!</i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-83299752997738592092016-06-01T20:35:00.002+05:302016-09-15T00:00:35.574+05:30वो पुराने सूखे हुए दरख़्त!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>गली कुछ सिमटी सहमी से अब लगती है,वो चहल पहल कही गुम है,</i><br />
<i>वो पुराने दरख़्त अब सूख गये है,डालो पर पंछी भी अब कम है</i></div>
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<i>गली की वो धूल अब कहाँ मेरे पैरों को छूती है,</i><br />
<i>वो बारिश के पानी की मिठास अब कहाँ कही होती है</i></div>
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<i>यही खेला था,यही गिरा था मैं चलते चलते,</i><br />
<i>अब वैसी ठोकर के इंतेज़ार मे दिन है बनते गुज़रते </i></div>
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<i>टायर की उस रफ़्तार मे घूमता था बचपन वो सुहाना,</i><br />
<i>कुल्फी और होली की राह देखता था तब मन दीवाना</i></div>
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<i>वो पुराने सूखे हुए दरख़्त से मानो लगा अब भी कोई ‘मैं’ झूलता है.</i></div>
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<i>ज़िंदगी के आशियाने मे कुछ मोड़ पीछे रह गये है,</i><br />
<i>पर एक सास भर और उस घड़ी मे लेने को मान होता है.</i></div>
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<i>दोस्तों को नही ढूंढता की मालूम है मेरा बचपन नही रहता यहा अब,</i><br />
<i>कोई खिड़की खोल दे मौला कभी तो मिल आऊँ उनसे सब.</i></div>
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<i>गहरी है यादों की ये नदी,डूबने को मान करता है.</i><br />
<i>उस पुराने सूखे हुए दरख़्त से फिर बातें करने का मान करता है.</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-7920243100796325642015-04-14T16:03:00.001+05:302016-09-15T00:03:38.684+05:30Warmth of cold nature<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>High and night! Dry and cold!<br />
The weather was nasty and I bold!</i></div>
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<i>Dark was vision,but feet were sure!<br />
That direction was right,and heart was pure!</i></div>
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<i>Thunder strikes and the ground shakes!<br />
I wonder what is it that the baker bakes!</i></div>
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<i>Counting in the blind,my eyes are open!<br />
Nature beckons me,its fury no pun!</i></div>
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<i>This is life,of natural chaos and beauty!<br />
Free from tethers of any relations or any duty!</i></div>
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<i>I hear my soul after long,it <u>desires</u> itself!<br />
This body is a baggage,it offers no help!</i></div>
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<i>To be with nature,understand freedom!<br />
Let go of fear,find order in random!</i></div>
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<i>As I walked towards the night and cold!<br />
My mind kept saying-Hold,hold-hold!</i></div>
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<i>And when you reach the eye of the storm!<br />
Relax your soul,for it is fearless,without any form!</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0Tirumurthy Nagar, Tirumurthy Nagar13.056954 80.244675tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-28997027132470786262014-11-13T12:58:00.001+05:302016-09-15T00:01:30.082+05:30The hole in my heart! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i>There you are!</i></b></div>
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Standing before me as yesteryears!<br />
I have not changed too!<br />
Your <u>eyes</u> tell a different story though!</i></div>
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<i><b>There you are! Yes there you </b><b>are!</b><br />
The evening is mild,and my heart is numb!<br />
It used to race once at the touch of your thumb!<br />
I get the feeling,like a sea without water.<br />
You are here and so am I,but still it doesnt matter.</i></div>
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<i><b>You! only you!</b><br />
My dreams coped once you were gone!<br />
They deserted my eyes,only pangs they borne!<br />
I <u>wished</u> then if <u>I</u> could cut my heart.<br />
But you were the hole in my heart!</i></div>
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<i><b>I!</b><br />
I too desired!there was an encore!<br />
But strings are now cut,nor there is any core.<br />
You are someone I knew before.<br />
Now you are just the hole in my heart.</i></div>
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<i><b>There we are!</b><br />
I guess its time to part,in person atleast.<br />
The seam of my broken heart needs u the least.<br />
For Yesterday`s dream my eyes cannot smart,<br />
You will always be the hole in my heart.</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-56317678763847004562014-06-22T21:59:00.000+05:302016-09-15T00:05:35.042+05:30Hate....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Why? I ask in might!</i><br />
<i>Are these fauna & trees in sight?</i><br />
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<i>Aren`t they free to be destroyed or hunted down?</i><br />
<i>To create space for the cement & spires,our jewel,our crown?</i><br />
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<i>I am sure I am in a mad dream of past.</i><br />
<i>Who now has time to ponder that waste is aghast!</i><br />
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<i>I hate the dew from heaven because it is so pure,</i><br />
<i>When we already have humanity and love to endure.</i><br />
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<i>Why? I ask with right!</i><br />
<i>Are these houses not dark,full of light?</i><br />
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<i>Power befits only few who can weild,</i><br />
<i>Stacking and stepping over those who burn and build.</i><br />
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<i>I don`t know why the clamor for some godly spirit to come?</i><br />
<i>Gashes in earth and clashes in wars are so fun.</i><br />
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<i>I hate the dew from heaven when it pours!</i><br />
<i>To all that is green and pure,in hatred my heart roars!</i><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-62226001664278610152013-11-11T01:21:00.001+05:302016-09-15T00:07:06.065+05:30Anonymity!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Far Away in the dark gloom,</i><br />
<i> In a night,where never no buds bloom.</i><br />
<i>My thoughts stole themselves,</i><br />
<i> Mind bereft like no books on shelves.</i><br />
<i>The bliss needed no name,</i><br />
<i> Darkness was both my master and my tame.</i><br />
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<i>Stars hid themselves in the hangers above,</i><br />
<i> I too shrunk in my feelings,the lone alcove.</i><br />
<i>Needless was the struggle,I knew,</i><br />
<i> Bland were the spices,blotchy was the stew.</i><br />
<i>The horizon spread,calm and oblong,</i><br />
<i> Silence in perpetuity was the devil`s gong.</i><br />
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<i>Trees hung on their roots,barely a life,</i><br />
<i> Moon was half too,as if someone had a large knife.</i><br />
<i>I trotted,unknown and aimless,</i><br />
<i> The crescendo cut through the air,albeit soundless.</i><br />
<i>If only I had walked in the realms of dreams,</i><br />
<i> The bite of this reality was harsh,rough were its reams.</i><br />
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<i>Still I looked on,Thoughtful and living,</i><br />
<i> For neither could I see the white dome,nor the shilling.</i><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-60689746242896343632013-11-05T00:49:00.001+05:302016-09-15T00:09:28.458+05:30HomeComing..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>To the lands Where I Cried</b><br />
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<i>I sat all alone! Pensive!!</i><br />
<i>Blocked all thoughts! Fensive!!</i><br />
<i> I wanted a night alone,felt lonesome.</i><br />
<i> But mind played tricks with,held me to ransom.</i><br />
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<i>Indifferent ! I am now to pain and pleasure!!</i><br />
<i>For I had both the devils,in equal measure! </i><br />
<i> Damn!Cross with myself for leaving my land this shore!!</i><br />
<i> Fact reminded by one letter,the regal origins it bore!!</i><br />
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<i>Illegible!The words written on the sheafs!</i><br />
<i>Tangible emotions,I sensed them in heaps!</i><br />
<i> I dare not shed a tear here for it would be wasted.</i><br />
<i> Even they are partial to the land they once tasted.</i><br />
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<i>Land of Dreams,I came for! NO Stop!</i><br />
<i>No More dusty lanes,no more stunted crop!</i><br />
<i> Jealous! I feel from the trees rooted deep!</i><br />
<i> They know their place,only there they get a nights sleep.</i><br />
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<i>Why? How? the reasons go beyong the reason.</i><br />
<i>Now! Never! to not to go back would be the treason.</i><br />
<i> Hope!The Tethers release me,unquestioned,untried.</i><br />
<i> For I will then catch the ship,back to the lands where I cried!</i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-33066949448963622812013-10-12T23:47:00.000+05:302016-09-15T00:12:05.957+05:30HOPE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>HOPE</b><br />
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<i><br /></i><i><br /></i><i>When I Think,I think HEAVEN;</i><br />
<i> The Gates Are GOLD,The Floors are SEVEN!</i><br />
<i>Yesterday only they told me near;</i><br />
<i> Never you have fate,luck or chance as your dear!</i><br />
<i><br /></i><i>I too had problems,loads and loads;</i><br />
<i> Many a miles & so few were the roads!</i><br />
<i>Then I told myself,Listen!</i><br />
<i> Don`t you do nothing and let your eyes glisten!</i><br />
<i><br /></i><i>HOPE! I heard it in my head; </i><br />
<i> DO! for you can`t once you`re dead!</i><br />
<i>Its all in the head,Saint and Satan;</i><br />
<i> Never let stagnate the karma train at one station!</i><br />
<i><br /></i><i>Good things and time come back;</i><br />
<i> Only you should have space for hope in your rack!</i><br />
<i>Time will fly!Oh yes it will;</i><br />
<i> Do you want your story be just run of the mill?</i><br />
<i><br /></i><i>OF-COURSE Not! For You deserve HEAVEN!</i><br />
<i> Just Remember,keys are thoughts,lifts are given!</i><br />
<b><br /></b><b>HOPE</b><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-53152411332138280902013-03-24T23:13:00.000+05:302016-09-15T00:14:02.870+05:30Solitary confines of the 22 yards!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>You are recognized the world over,the teeming public in stadia and home chants your name,expectations tethered to your bat everytime,lacks of young boys shadow your skills,you have achieved greatest honors you are touted as a game`s great,you are respected and loved,you are .....</i><br />
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<i>Sachin!</i><br />
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<i>In the gloriously fertile space of a genius`s mind,there exists little room for banality.When you delve deep into your energy reserves to make that dive,you realize you could have done more as you watch the ball racing to the boundary.Oh,how you wish you were four-five inches taller.Win! Win! It doesn't take 100 runs always,and it takes only one run in many ways.Spanking shots,elegant drives,effortless wrists,unpenetrable defense and cold steely eyes and then one dropped chance.You sigh! the world thinks you can make it all up,afterall you are superman,and you think-get back to basics.And suddenly you are the apple of their eyes with 90 to your name while the other guy nonchalantly gets the double ton.And then you are sore to them when you fail.You have to do well,you have to perform,its all your fault though,you gave them the panacea,and now they are addicted.</i><br />
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<i>Normal? When you are normal? when you are celebrating the success of the team or when you from the grilled visor of your helmet wait for the red cherry to come near your wood? Do you sleep gloriously when you lead your team to victory or you shift with a nervous energy akin to a young boy.You are also addicted.To the sweat dripping,to the bat raising,to the hand shaking and to the trophy wrapping.You are so very much tied to the game,you are all the more free.Greatly aloof from the known fact about your greatness,your mind is an island,purposeful and artistic.You think simple,while the world gloats.You think humane,while the world gasps at the divinity.Not their fault I say,there are those eyes that looks downwards-your eyes and there are those that look up-their eyes.You act,you don`t think! You mesmerize them not yourself! You do what you have to,every single time-to play.That`s enough,that is what all they ask for.Uninitiated,they will throw brickbats also,for they hate your counterpart,your worse half,the one who fails in the most elementary of tricks sometimes.</i><br />
<i>Tons of paeans are written the world over for you,millions watch the game so that they could tell their generations about your generation,and scores drool over your left handed signature skills and you?you casually listen to your music player and silently walk when you get a rough decision on the field? Didn't the energy of the world transfer to you.Why you don't change?Why it seems you are still the kid that played fifteen years ago?Your innocent voice perhaps hides more than we can imagine.To go to chasms and eke out the demons would be easier than to define a defiled page of your life and character.And it is not about deitifying you,it is more about getting the pedestal more closer to the commoners so that they can see you more,absorb your more.</i><br />
<i>Willful admission of the horror of missing you in the entirety from the game`s arena mitigates it somewhat.But the time is close. Notwithstanding some of the people have already retired you in their minds and possibly money ordering your pension to you,the majority of them would agree that none of the earthly limits one sets on a sportsman`s stature doesn`t apply to you.Age,records,wins,losses doesn't matter as long as the game is still made more beautiful-by you.The daydream spell you have casted so many times over fans and non believers alike is lifting but the real world is horrifying.The real world without your purity would not be a nice place to write or talk about.There would be no immortals,no heroes...only shards of reminiscences that would pierce through our memory.We would then remember what you stood for.You,however would be just normal,listening to music,in your home,albeit without those fluffy pads,without those beads of sweat and with no strings attached,in your own solitary confine.</i><br />
<i>The 22 yards will miss you Sachin once you are done!</i><br />
<i>Sir!</i><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-33326448034703534742013-03-02T21:08:00.000+05:302016-09-15T00:18:07.341+05:30Random Musings::Heaven on Earth!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Heaven on Earth</b><br />
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<i>The conjecture of a place well beyond the reach of humans has long enticed our imagination.To us notion of heaven is luring,bordering between our own wistful thinking and reality and dimming the light between beauty and dreams.</i><br />
<i>Immortalized in movies as a place of rolling hills,vast green lands, beautiful well fed animals living in unusual harmony,with no humans!It seemed that to each one of us we should be the first one to go to that unique place,in silos,with only nature around us( strange! we never include ourselves in our definition of nature).And guess what we have done to go to that place.We are always anxious,getting jealous ,becoming obnoxious,tottering between god-cursing and self demeaning behavior.</i><br />
<i>And we don't know what purpose our mind,body and heart are there for,we seek knowledge,we seek answers,as if god forgot to fit the answering machine while he went for his supper.Why we don't think pure,why our body aches from the daily routine,why our heart goes back to those heart aches as if someone up there has put a bookmark on our lives,to go back and repeat.A hoop-a-la, a matrix where we are not the one,neo.</i><br />
<i>To me sometimes,we are nothing but testing bots for a supreme power,we are made believe to have extraordinary powers of resolve,kindness and love and yet the strings are pulled from somewhere else.We crib about yet believe in destiny,luck and that elusive pot of gold.What I see in the mirror is a doppelganger, I have started doubting my own existence.I feel I am the lifeless monkey in the partnership with a absent ventriloquist we call God.The insecurity in all of us whether for our future is more about having something and someone.We truly are social and we truly are animals.</i><br />
<i>The place in the ether where I can do whatever I want must exist,because there is a place where I cannot do whatever I like and also there is a place where I am forced to do everything I don't like.People might say choice is all ours but we all need something else to confirm it to us.</i><br />
<i>The place of great escape called home,the goto person called friend,the omnipresent angels called parents are more than amulets we care for.Our thoughts are centered around them and more.More are the desires.They never end.So we are thrown in a vortex to struggle to get out to a comfortable spiral pace to still spin.We are not allowed to get out.And that`s the reason why we are so very enticed by God,Satan,Death,heaven..hell!! For they represent a getaway,they are the pinups on our freedom wall like heroes.We created religion so that we can fear and hope in equal measure and let someone not escape this mundanity.We created relations so that we believe that our bodies are much more than the blood pressure and neurons travelling randomly.We created money,terrorism,destruction too.Shin-Shan. We have done all.Been there,done that.</i><br />
<i>But what`s next.The heaven`s receding away,the hell not far behind.Whether we would reestablish our notions or we would be reestablished,who knows!We like to know the answers to our questions,but lets first ask the right questions.</i><br />
<i>A great stew is this life.Hunger belies bellies,some big ,some small.And potboiler is the palette of our emotions.Throw in some spice of love and we are good to rumble.But is the yearning of going aboard the Noah`s Ark is lost somewhere or is the ember still burning.The wisest tell that the 'paradiso' is our earth only,and we are gods in our own measure.But as they say,we would like to believe something else and wait for the rolling hills and the nymphets serving divine nectar.</i><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-65086687089549107942013-02-21T22:56:00.001+05:302016-09-15T00:20:16.324+05:30The Jaded Thoughts....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>The Jaded Thoughts....</b><br />
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<i>Only was yesterday I say,</i><br />
<i>When today was tomorrow`s ray.</i><br />
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<i>I knew only this much thence,</i><br />
<i>The beginning would never start ever hence.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Pleasure I felt in your homely cots,</i><br />
<i>Remnisce! Remniscing life through the Jaded thoughts!</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Jaded Thoughts gave me the urn to flay,</i><br />
<i>They gave me the blasphemy and the steady bay.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>For when the senses resign from their senses,</i><br />
<i>Then the mind looks through the heart`s lenses.</i><br />
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<i>I was alone in the night,was surrounded by the day.</i><br />
<i>It is when I write,when the real me comes in the fray.</i><br />
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<i>You never ask me what I write,what is it that my pen jots,</i><br />
<i>Curious! Curiousity was never in my jaded thoughts!</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Jaded thoughts,I thought when I was free,</i><br />
<i>When I had no intentions to keep up or a desire to flee.</i><br />
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<i>Flowers are blooming nigh,rivers are flowing great,</i><br />
<i>This is not time to ponder,there is no reason to wait.</i><br />
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<i>You were made for spring,the winter froze and gone,</i><br />
<i>You were made to fly,your spirit was the wings that were born.</i><br />
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<i>The classic life of pleasure and work,</i><br />
<i>Throw in some intelligence and you would smirk.</i><br />
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<i>Destiny is nothing but your freedom in chains,</i><br />
<i>Your horse is witthout the saddle,sans the reins.</i><br />
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<i>Jaded Thoughts,I feel Jaded enough to sleep,</i><br />
<i>For yesterday`s ride and tomorrow`s leap.</i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-69641147247787923002012-12-24T22:35:00.000+05:302016-09-15T00:21:19.061+05:30Detachment... <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Detachment...<o:p></o:p></b></div>
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<i>Flowers Bloom! Alas, they will fall!!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Going away! A task no mean, no small!!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>But there isn`t any glory in coming back!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>For there`ll be only ruins, piled in an insensitive sack!!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Wisdom says in a hushed whisper!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Permanence is in no earthly form or fixture!!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Flow like a river, perennial abound and running!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Free from bonds,vagabond,sly and cunning!!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Be stable like a mountain, stand proud and tall!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Attain new glory and height, even cherish the mighty fall!!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>The fury of storm is lesser than the trembles of the heart!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Far away there is hatchling, waiting for wings, for the start!!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Go away! Come back! No head, no tail!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Woods of yonder or roads of new, leave no trail!!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Life is air,water,stock and stone!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>You are free soul! Fly!! Make no bone!!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>God waits at the finishing line with your next baton!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Welcome pain, pleasure! go and greet the saint and the Satan!!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Detach your inner soul, for it’s not worth the fallen tear or the broken dream!<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>May your life be a noble sanctuary, and love be your only realm!! <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-84037640332714150382012-06-20T20:34:00.000+05:302016-09-15T00:24:14.642+05:30ख्वाब....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; line-height: 28px;"><i>देख लो कुछ ख्वाब की हकीकत की आहट आती ही होगी,</i></span><br />
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<i>मांग लो उनसे भी तुम जवाब,की सवालों की बरात ये रात बुलाती ही होगी.</i></div>
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<i>फिर न कहना तकदीर से अगर अंगारों सी लथपथ हो जाए वो हर शाम,</i></div>
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<i>ज़िन्दगी को सज़ा लो ख्वाबों से,वर्ना मांग लेगी इस वीरानियत के वो भी दाम.</i></div>
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<i>अक्सर भूल क्यों जाते हो की ख्वाबों की कोई शर्त नहीं हुआ है करती,</i></div>
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<i>न दिन इन्हें भुला पाते है,न आँखों की रौशनी में इनकी हैसियत है बसती.</i></div>
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<i>अपने अक्स के ठहराव को देख मायूस होने से पहले ये तो सुन,</i></div>
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<i>की तेरे ख्वाबों की सच्चाई के धागों से ही तो खुदा रहा तेरी ज़िन्दगी बुन.</i></div>
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<i>हर पल आँखें मूँद अपने माजी से पूछ की क्या है वो जो है तुझे पसंद,</i><br />
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<i>मर्ज़ है क्या ये जान ले मन का,की दवा तेरी ही फितरत में है बंद.</i></div>
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<i>अपने चेहरे से ग़म का पर्दा हटा देख,तेरी मासूमियत तुझे पुकारती है,</i></div>
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<i>इबारत में ख्वाबों की चादर चढ़ा कर देख,मंजिल तुझे खुद लेने आती है.</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-26438440702463151312012-06-16T11:54:00.000+05:302016-09-15T18:31:42.003+05:30Tell me...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Tell me if the rains aren`t wet this season,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Tell me if the sky is empty of the stars,blank`s the reason?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Tell me about the tears that have dried,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Tell me about the moments you imagined me by the side.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>Tell me when you sat alone watching the shining moon,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Tell me when you dreaded coming home too soon,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Tell me true, if the winds bring you my promise,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Tell me o my love, if you have saved the letters and the blissful kiss.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>Don`t ask me though, when I will return,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Country fed me for life, now it’s my turn,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>I dream of you all the time, even now,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>I miss you all this while, and don`t ask me how.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>But keep telling me about the chores of the home,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>The kids we imagined, the garden all green and a lively dome.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>For I will dream in silos, new memories would help me live,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Write me, for the smiles here are very precious and few.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>We will dream together, even if miles apart,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>We will stand together, like a horse and its cart,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Tell me if how you miss me dear,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>For I always dream you being safe and near.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-9556375570359180952012-06-15T06:50:00.000+05:302016-09-15T00:30:13.184+05:30The Wind and The Sail...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><b>The Wind and The Sail...</b></i><br />
<i><br /></i>
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<i>It caressed!! swayed,rocked the wood!</i><br />
<i>Luckily wind was friends with sail and so I stood!!</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Slowly,slowly drifting towards the unseen shore,</i><br />
<i>As if water opened up for me its hidden cozy door!</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Unabated,unaided the boat moved as if by magic,</i><br />
<i>Those who pushed at the wrong time,oh! so very tragic.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Lone I was albeit elements offerred their kind company,</i><br />
<i>Wind rustled,water gurgled,cold too joined in the symphony!</i><br />
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<i>Sail,sail along I said! for there are no prejudices ahead!</i><br />
<i>Welcome the honest water,it sweeps everything in its stead.</i><br />
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<i>Life,it seemed was running in slow circles in the boat,</i><br />
<i>But the pure love of nature was worth taking a note.</i><br />
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<i>Far ahead the land showed its ugly head,</i><br />
<i>Only the wind and Sail I said! or I rather be one of the dead.</i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-22743026711237096752012-06-06T23:48:00.002+05:302016-09-15T00:33:17.834+05:30Unstated....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i>Come with me....<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>I might not say it. But listen.<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>I might not call you. But understand.<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<i>The enigmatic overtures of love are everywhere I look. One
thing that trespass beauty,physicality and infatuation is the act of unsaid
love. I believe in waves. They carry your message across.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i><b>The thoughts become clearer with each passing moment.<o:p></o:p></b></i></div>
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<i><b>The mind once fogged, gets air of wisdom once reality
dawns.<o:p></o:p></b></i></div>
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<i><b>The visuals, which slowly leave the prejudices.<o:p></o:p></b></i></div>
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<i><b>The heart, which ultimately beats in sync after beating
faster.</b><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>'First sight love' might be an allegory to most but I
feel it as one of the most important ingredient of a successful relationship
ahead. And after that first incursion of eyeballs into the deep abyss of all
excited heart veins, finally you yearn for that seclusion from one and all.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>The perfect other, your soulmate,shin and shan,all of
that comes to the frequency with which your heart resonates. Human heart is a
personality within a personality. The ultimate thrill in love is to make other
person beat in sync, with your harmony. There might be one thing or two things
that you really share but that is enough to render you powerless to one
another. Love is indispensability to other`s life. You don`t want to miss a
moment of someone`s life.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Verbal acceptance of love is just the final step of a
marathon. The real race is run by two hearts together, bound in love, excited
by presence of one another, unsure of future and yet in a pleasant bliss of
underlying and unstated feeling of love. Love grows. It’s a parasite that sucks
your attention. It feeds on your senses and need to love.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>The dreamy world of thoughts and remembrances gets hazier
as time moves on. The sight & voice of a person which once was there, now
absent gives/creates a longing in the senses. Notwithstanding a beautiful
mistress in hindsight, mind creates chimerical situations one after another
obeying the will of a beating heart. But when it is not about some info rather
a person, mind creates a subliminal impression of that person buttressed often
by imaginative and wishful aura around that relationship.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i> Often
getting back in touch reveals more than you have ever surmised. New frame of
references gets created as you disregard your preconceived notions formed in
one time frame & clears the state for a fresh beginning. The lesson here is
that always float on the boundary that separated reality & romantic
illusion. You never know when the one side will push you to the other.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-87383095727964721382012-06-02T08:31:00.000+05:302016-09-15T18:37:15.092+05:30Rocks of the mountain...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i>They were pebbles;</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Green-red lables,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>I turned stone,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>Made no bones.<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>The weather clement;<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>Earth was savant,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>Crevices cracked unbound,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>thunder came again and sound.<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>Rocks of the mountain,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>Clouds of the fountain,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>Came down the sky,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>no excuse,no why.<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>The dust settled,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>those living rattled,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>Rocks came down,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>Mountains still home bound.<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>The vertigo was much,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>But the fall was such,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>The beauty increased,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>All insecurity ceased.<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>We all are at the top,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>Will come down in a hop,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>Think of the rocks on the mountain,<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><i>Earth calls all,common or main.<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17892165334549219705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1012066441079618234.post-34890352669574310982012-05-23T07:19:00.000+05:302016-09-15T18:37:28.549+05:30And they said I swam!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>And they said I swam!!!</b><br />
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<i>Taking turns,seconds counted me out,</i><br />
<i> Never got a chance,to whine or to shout!</i><br />
<i>Picking up the pieces always,laid battered to the ram,</i><br />
<i> Tide owned me,and they said "I swam!"</i><br />
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<i>Writing few exams,I emptied my pot of luck,</i><br />
<i> When the real ride began,wheels sprayed on me only muck!</i><br />
<i>Friends were benign,always gave me the free lift,</i><br />
<i> Parents guessed too much,said "I have a god gift!".</i><br />
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<i>Girls came few,I was a slow debonair,</i><br />
<i> Boy inside cried for help,soon lost on his hair!</i><br />
<i>The tag of "decent boy",a white elephant that eats too much,</i><br />
<i> The ego came all in a caravan,now leaving on a single crutch!!</i><br />
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<i>I rounded on the lethargy,drafted a new resolution,</i><br />
<i> Dreaming that afternoon,knew that was not the solution,</i><br />
<i>Cursed the heavens,for there were none to blame,</i><br />
<i> Every night was moonly shallow,every sun brought me days all same.</i><br />
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<i>Money matters! I learned when the windfall ceased!,</i><br />
<i> My life is stilla loan,every painful smile leased.</i><br />
<i>Carefree,I astutely wasted my all precious time,</i><br />
<i> Never mind! I still have a pen and my words still rhyme.</i><br />
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<i>But thoughts are naughty companions,stick longer than the regular wife,</i><br />
<i> My legacy an uncut butter,my future a rusted knife!</i><br />
<i>Foretold was the fact aloof,infamy would be my only fame,</i><br />
<i> Dolphins only gave me the kind ride,and they said "I swam"!</i></div>
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