tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14505654805929107952024-02-20T01:44:28.428-08:00Pieces Of My LifePieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-12063168548927214402015-04-27T04:01:00.000-07:002015-04-27T04:29:16.076-07:00Birds of a feather flock together<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Time for a story about to begin,</div>
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Demanding characters to go for hugging.</div>
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A vowel invited to a friendly ensemble – </div>
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Three kindergarten buddies & a lovely couple.</div>
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Beginning was blank and delayed,</div>
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As the trumpets blew, syllables made.</div>
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Nothing kept down enchanted drifting,</div>
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New words spun, right out gyrating. </div>
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Familiarity knotted words together - </div>
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Vernacular, food, music, places and weather.</div>
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Conventions thwarted by characters’ camaraderie, </div>
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Sentences sewed by their new friendship’s foundry.</div>
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As the planets continued moving in their paths,</div>
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The characters stumbled across publishers’ wraths. </div>
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Wrath being stupid and deceptive in nature,</div>
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The group resolved against any flexure.</div>
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Time came for partly good-byes,</div>
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The vowel accompanied buddies with childhood ties.</div>
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Together they roamed another blank slate,</div>
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Dawdling through the night, around late. </div>
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The instant connects, and those deep stories;</div>
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The whole time spent, including casual pot-pourris. </div>
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True it is, and not a blabber -</div>
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Birds of a feather flock together.<br />
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PS: In case you guys are wondering about the vowels and characters above, let me quell that confusion - it is to do with the first letters from names of people, who are represented above.</div>
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Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-89040164670186768022013-09-29T11:57:00.001-07:002013-09-29T11:57:15.827-07:00In the World of Thoughts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Jumping, bubbling and growing sort;<br />
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Springs this thing which we call a thought.</div>
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At times light, otherwise heavy;</div>
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Sometimes a nerd, sometimes savvy.</div>
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Flashing for seconds to living for a lifetime;</div>
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Thoughts behind every act - charity or crime.</div>
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Seeping, creeping and flooding sort;</div>
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Flows this thing which we call a thought.</div>
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Surreal at times, a thought wonders the sky;<br />
And when closer to reality, puffs the desire dry.<br />
Flying, tripping and crashing sort;<br />
Moves this thing which we call a thought.<br />
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Passion in mind, and a thought is born;<br />
Even does it die, as a thinking mind is worn.<br />
Rising, sinking and floating sort;<br />
Tenures this thing which we call a thought.<br />
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A thought's expression is choked in a jailed mind,<br />
With a brave soul, though, its horizon is difficult to find.<br />
Cowing, braving and unleashing sort;<br />
Expresses this thing which we call a thought.<br />
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An observing eye with a magnifying lens,<br />
An exploring ship without directions' sense.<br />
Adventurous, oceanic and wandering sort;<br />
Appears this thing which we call a thought.<br />
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Many a name, many a form;<br />
A thought perambulates without a home.<br />
As a thought travels from its dawn to twilight,<br />
Joy or sorrow - products of this psychic diet.<br />
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Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-67788589022560019412013-09-18T11:41:00.001-07:002013-09-21T11:00:16.088-07:00Rhythmic Colt-To-Horse<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A wild colt, when growing up;<br />
Alien to reins, saddle and stirrup.<br />
Trot-Canter-Galloping in freedom,<br />
The colt catches its natural rhythm.<br />
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As the colt grows further,<br />
A city fair camps as a neighbour.<br />
The fair had a fairy-tale doll,<br />
Amazed colt asked her for a ball.<br />
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The shy doll feared her master,<br />
Courage - she couldn't muster.<br />
Rejected the colt's invitation,<br />
The colt sank in utter dejection.<br />
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The fair stayed for two days,<br />
Full of shows, songs and plays.<br />
In background, colt sulked and longed;<br />
The fair was leaving - finally, it gonged.<br />
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Days passed, alongside each night,<br />
The colt grew taller and in might.<br />
Trot-Canter-Galloping in freedom,<br />
The colt enters into a horse' rhythm.<br />
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While trotting lazily and grazing grass,<br />
The horse, one day, saw a big animal pass.<br />
It carried many animals within,<br />
Instead of heart, driven by an engine.<br />
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The horse leaped at the bus,<br />
Which already was in a rush.<br />
The bus sped past galloping horse,<br />
Horse was no match to its machinery force.<br />
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Then, some more seasons went by;<br />
With them, came and left many a passerby.<br />
Trot-Canter-Galloping in freedom,<br />
The horse feels world's apathetic rhythm.<br />
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So goes the story of this colt-to-horse,<br />
To get a true friend, enrolls into a course.<br />
Riders climbed on the horse' back,<br />
And the horse was to run on track.<br />
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The horse finds companions it can value,<br />
Many rode, but special bond developed with few. <br />
Now, trot-canter-galloping in half-freedom;<br />
The horse realizes the reality's rhythm.<br />
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Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-62250218493907548182013-09-09T12:02:00.000-07:002013-09-14T11:15:25.442-07:00Till the hold not let loose<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Deep in the thick forest of mind's thoughts,</div>
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Harbors a creature, meshed in sordid knots.</div>
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To some, it imparts anxiety and for others, pain;</div>
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And yet are some who derive enormous gain.</div>
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Around a face, it forms a veil of scandal;<br />
Crept along a name and personifies a vandal.<br />
Shadows the time to chronicle a holocaust,<br />
Infiltrates the minds and kindness is lost.</div>
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Lighted roads embark into a dark course,<br />
Sighted joy turns into an afflicting remorse.<br />
Rooted faith turns volatile as and when,<br />
A Controversy edges through the mental terrain.<br />
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Though devious, many a souls are inspired;<br />
A parasite for whom the host has aspired.<br />
Euphoric at the start, one is so propelled;<br />
As a ship, before hitting iceberg, has sailed.<br />
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Warmed skin, but the heart freezes in despair;<br />
Protective layer, yet numbed by frost in air.<br />
Visible shore, but storm has its tentacles on;<br />
Paradox is the fiber that all Controversies don.<br />
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Seeded and nurtured in a discerning mind,<br />
Against the precedence, do the senses bind.<br />
Locks the tantalizing shackles of a Controversy,<br />
Destiny meets an enemy with no mercy.<br />
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Situation, conversation, feeling or perception;<br />
A Controversy has abound places of inception.<br />
Reins of determination or deprivation - no use,<br />
Till the hold, on Controversial rope, not let loose. <br />
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Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-31916013012787204432013-08-28T11:43:00.000-07:002013-08-28T11:43:27.049-07:00Thou shalt know thy Intent<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It goes without saying, as some would say;<br />
Said in some whim, intent - just the other way.<br />
And thus hidden truth, when spoke the speaker;<br />
As a road, in a misty day, from goal-seeking trucker.<br />
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Spoken and action - distant by time and intent,<br />
Often, intent puncturing the actionable potent.<br />
By intent, yet, action meets the desirable end;<br />
Time, as a miracle, be not fiddled to comprehend.<br />
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Draft among the letters, giving way to the written truth.<br />
Graft in the system, and born is the corrupt sleuth;<br />
Chaff in the lung, would result into rotten breathe;<br />
Craft in creator, as heaven boasts the beauties underneath.<br />
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Locked in the chest, effusing into realities;<br />
Enablers doing so, are known by abilities.<br />
Shape or drape - the potential varies,<br />
Lofted or grounded impression, as one carries.<br />
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Pinned intent often robs off life's charm,<br />
As wasting fertility, without labor, of a farm.<br />
But farms offer rotten crops, and when offered;<br />
Accepting intension, early or late, in time has suffered.<br />
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Intent leads action and is led by thoughts,<br />
Uncontrolled as they may and be numbered in lots.<br />
If desired intent seeks stillness in its resolve,<br />
Intent's nemesis, howsoever strong, will dissolve.<br />
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Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-21380789964960780672012-07-31T10:37:00.023-07:002012-08-19T11:45:19.320-07:00Noble Love<div><div><div><div><div><br />Sprinkled with passion, my minutes spent with you;<br />Within me, some mysterious joy gets pumped through.<br />Invisible, though, love wrinkles in your eyes;<br />But for me, priceless are those windows - in whatever shape and size.</div><div><br />Swell my heart, your loveless eyes with my tears;<br />Seeing life in same eyes, effects reverse emotional gears.<br />Zoomed my sight, those windows, with utopian flavor;<br />Wiping, all, senses of a union happening never.</div><div><br />Days, as pass, while you are absent;<br />My senses, working hard, bring past to present.<br />Natural forces defied, as an imaginary grip hardens;<br />Notwithstanding, on heart, nostalgia burdens.<br /><br />Such immortal wounds, my priceless keepsake;<br />The selfless love, no force can shake.<br />Dwarf numerous inhumane societal acts,<br />Scandalous promises and conniving pacts.<br /></div></div></div></div></div><br />Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-22501258095769453912011-04-27T05:37:00.000-07:002011-05-09T04:35:14.183-07:00Mixed Emotions<p>Life, my biggest puzzle and gift;</p><br /><br /><p>Jailed, hitched and sometimes in proverbial drift.</p><br /><br /><p>Time flies and so do its dependents,</p><br /><br /><p>Still I remain in the cusp of emotional dents.</p><br /><br /><p>Feeling is like pottery in progress,</p><br /><br /><p>When shaped by perception, heading for a mess.</p><br /><br /><p>Dancing attuned to this friend-cum-foe,</p><br /><br /><p>I march in my highs and lows.</p>Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-10502240883074083322010-11-23T02:55:00.002-08:002012-07-04T11:54:37.881-07:00Feminine at its bestThose drops of love on the lips,<br />A woman, hurt, and my heart rips.<br />Gate to heaven, they are;<br />Touched, felt peace, at middle of war.<br />Red, color it wears most;<br />Careful, while eating a hot toast.<br />Among all assets you possess;<br />They are 2nd to eyes, swear Jesus and Moses.<br /><br /><br />A sleeping beauty, I saw and adored;<br />I couldn't agree more, pleasing sculpture by lord.<br />Lashes on eyelids, resemble feathers on wings;<br />Wings taking bearer to horizon of dreamy things.<br />No streak, no frown - delight to one's vision;<br />Artistic hands and serene nature in liaison.Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-20523040148003365602010-10-19T00:53:00.000-07:002010-10-19T00:57:48.878-07:00RetrospectionLate one day, while lazily picking my conscience;<br />Saw the holes, leaking my heart.<br />Wondered in utter shock and disbelief –<br />Why things never been clearer before?<br /><br />Much before, in a mystic tide’s shelter;<br />Had luncheons with ghosts of insidious proportion.<br />Vacillating tomorrows dangling in fore,<br />Incapacitated soul, incapacitated soul!<br /><br />Vast sea, broken sail, jammed brain;<br />Pilferage of air from living system.<br />Infuriated and livid on self – till the last ditch,<br />Prayers of hope suppressed by wails and whines.<br /><br />Out of the blue, arrived the much-awaited;<br />Unveiled the cracks & holes of the meted fury.<br />And this is how it all seemed like,<br />When late one day, while lazily picking my conscience.Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-11613352957968415912010-01-27T11:42:00.000-08:002010-01-27T11:47:20.699-08:00Bled and Dead InnocenceBuried in the sands of times,<br />Civilisations' scot-free crimes.<br />Surreal societal codes of conduct,<br />Innocence trapped in their nefarious induct.<br /><br />Originality and innocence - slewed by Darwin's theory,<br />Beasts and demons raised in the name of bravery.<br />Layers of crimes thus lay through ages,<br />Whenever man tried learning selfish phrases.<br /><br />In the shallow alleys of emotional theatre,<br />Deeply motivated lies punch veil craters.<br />Only shadows remain - last traces of purity,<br />With lights around even they lose longevity.<br /><br />Rebel my heart, don't sink today;<br />Rebel my pulse, don't you fray.<br />Rebel my limbs, support my courage;<br />O! Rebellion, offered thou my dead soul to graze.<br /><br />Stood once high, I invincibly convinced;<br />My perch however short-lived and demeanour cringed.<br />Necessities became dreams fading into horizon,<br />The tunnel end dragged deeper into oblivion.<br /><br />Efforts failed as destitute leaves in spring,<br />Their sincerity marred by situational surrounding.<br />No martyr's glory but lonesome alley,<br />Vouched, as if, fortune to prevent my gully.<br /><br />But rebel you are and will resurrect back,<br />Transcend with might from this marshy track.<br />Gorge on it, may my soul phoenicize your strength;<br />Abundant innocence, suckle from its breadth & length.<br /><br />Slated, if innocence, such untimely death;<br />Harbours, every soul, if a monster beneath.<br />Life - you answered every puzzle,<br />Parched, I long you, rather forlorn hope of drizzle.Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-60686677317730002162010-01-26T01:45:00.000-08:002010-01-26T01:47:21.546-08:00Make your move, the milieu would follow...Freedom is my country’s biggest asset,<br />The belongingness to it - prime reason for us to elate.<br />United, we take the pledge to protect our union;<br />I believe we are strong – for every enemy we would be a million.<br />Let’s remember our motherland, all her elements;<br />Let’s unite our feelings, all our sentiments.<br />Let’s transcend the barriers of differences existing inside us,<br />Let’s make this determination as strong as shoulders of Hercules.<br />And let’s have some action in place and not mere words,<br />Get inspired from our freedom fighters, how against might they crossed swords.<br />It’s high time – adrenaline is flowing,<br />Let’s do something which keeps motherland’s pride glowing.<br />Every countryman is invited in the synergic effort of nation’s true independence,<br />Come, believe and agonize yourself to see it happening in front of your eye lens.Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-72341318046637143482010-01-25T06:37:00.000-08:002010-01-26T02:02:36.266-08:00My Initial Experience at my B-SchoolCame I here to the great institute,<br />Hidden were the surprises as they were mute.<br />New ones around were getting crucified,<br />Sleep was luxurious and no more a free ride.<br /><br /><br />Impression of smart work was shown good enough,<br />Success was made as a function of bluff.<br />Crying is the soul of book and pen,<br />Carrying the laptop now looks sane.<br /><br /><br />Life but principles was patronized high time,<br />Piercing through high sea was matter of prime.<br />Good things are due to come soon,<br />Prosperity is blessed after every ruin.<br /><br /><br />However, good things are also there;<br />But tendency for ghastly, rather nice, things to share.<br />Hence I started focussing on better things,<br />First one was when a boring class' bell rings.<br /><br /><br />Fast and first - drummed around,<br />This is an adult world which I had found.<br />No where aloofness was showered with clemency,<br />Always, teamwork doesn't become synergized agency.<br /><br /><br />Economics, Statistics, Law and Accounting;<br />On us, their pressure, was steadily mounting.<br />Overlooked was risking the dignity,<br />And this made me to taste life's salinity.<br /><br /><br />And I learnt - life hinges on these sharp things,<br />May not be true for all human beings.<br />My courage was beaming from deep inside,<br />Whatever happens - don't strand your own side.<br /><br /><br />With that notion, I looked for opportunities;<br />Let’s exercise and bring ourselves some utilities.<br />This kaleidoscopic life has lot to give,<br />To obtain that, courage is the thing to conceive.Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-9253813404731565622009-10-09T01:01:00.000-07:002009-10-09T01:03:03.836-07:00Turmoiled ConscienceTurmoil! Turmoil! Turmoil!<br />Bringing heartburns & skin-boil.<br />Languishing markets and economies,<br />Revealing unscrupulous anatomies.<br /><br />Affecting mechanism of households,<br />Dwindling money power manifolds.<br />Surfacing surprises - uglier to the hilt,<br />Forcing carefree generosity to sense guilt.<br /><br />Twisting strategies, effecting bailouts;<br />Core untouched, caressing silhouettes.<br />Gyrating domino effect all around,<br />Cries, groans and echoes of eerie sounds.<br /><br />Turmoil - nothing but an eternal phenomenon,<br />Our ignorant greed - its creed, its religion.<br />This will remain just another poetic narration,<br />If it not inspires our hideous evil's suppression.Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-59139905934515658852008-10-25T07:54:00.000-07:002008-11-13T00:41:36.763-08:00The beginning of dayPetals blossom as the day is born,<br />Dewdrops shed from twigs, flowers and thorns.<br />The new born diffuses rejuvenation all around,<br />Mother Nature is prettier – from sky till ground.<br />Mist of hopes spread, as do the longer rays, all over;<br />Amazing is god’s art when for sketching he uses clover.<br />The baby whimpers with the birds’ and insects’ chirp,<br />Chilled is the aura as flora swings without a slurp.<br />Somewhere, in the blues, crescent of moon is dwindling;<br />Layers of vegetation snake through the fresh wind.Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-33223230724372442082008-01-16T15:27:00.000-08:002008-01-17T06:23:34.472-08:00My visit to NainitalMy time was opportune as I set off for this place,<br />Place, which matches a utopia by the heaven’s grace.<br />Goddess’ lake, as the name suggests - Nainital;<br />And the sanctity is guarded by the sky touching natural wall.<br />This valley calls every stranger as does a mother,<br />I felt this on my approaching way with friends together.<br /><br /><br />Welcomed, I nested in a place, binocular in nature;<br />Peeping the valley’s beauty from here was its best feature.<br />Shopkeepers, of all types, were crooning everywhere;<br />Essential needs of a human, they fulfil, I swear.<br />Every corner of the valley, I gazed when rode over the lake;<br />And beauty is at its perfect efficiency for new onlooker’s sake.<br /><br /><br />Planning my left day from the boat was an easy thing,<br />I needed to see that the plan was my budget fitting.<br />The cold winds from the lake gave a reason to shiver,<br />My organs were freezing – from skin to as inside as liver.<br />Caffeine and hot drinks were sought after that ride,<br />Fantasised the soothed me that the drink was to provide.<br /><br /><br />The time which followed was flying fast,<br />Visiting <em>devi</em> after her endeavour’s day was our day’s last.<br />And she was all beaming in her glorious triumph,<br />Devotees around were praying, tones going up and then slump.<br />And the wind backed us as we walked to our nest up,<br />A sleep between us and next adventure was there to interrupt.<br /><br /><br />Chirped the morning as we set out once more,<br />To savour and enjoy the rest part of the tour.<br />Crept the flying basket on the rope as we watched from inside,<br />In publicised terms they call it as the “Ropeway Ride”.<br />Mother Nature caresses with her gentle cold hands every time,<br />Her blessings for the place are adorable to the levels of sublime.<br /><br /><br />Securing myself well from top to feet,<br />Set myself on horse to the peak of <em>Dorothy’s seat</em>.<br />Magnanimous was the view of town at this altitude,<br />The cold wind was however very rude.<br />And with the day descending, we ditto from the mountains;<br />As another adventure of that place added to the memory of our brains.<br /><br /><br />Abundance of beauty, creator must have when Nainital’s blueprint on his mind;<br />As the place creates a charming effect on the visitor as he leaves it behind.<br />Whenever Nainital comes as my mental picture,<br />Awaken are the memories of a place in lustre.<br />And awakens my desire to be in that place again,<br />Either physically or soaked in my dreaming lanes.Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-65510983041884532102007-09-30T06:26:00.000-07:002021-06-16T22:43:48.385-07:00Connections in the UniverseSuccess is like a bird - when it flies high it is prone (only) to be shot down.
Failure is like a mountain - higher the altitude more are the chances to touch the sky.
Women are like dreams - always leave us in a state of desire.
Men are like jewellery - always like to gather attraction.
Children are like god - how much they listen to you is reflected by how much you listen to them.
Lectures are like ocean depths - more is their lengths deadlier is their effect on human beings.
The loneliness of an introvert's soul and a mother's love for her child - the depth of both is unfathomable.
Passion is like the soul - life without both is a dead one.Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-22015496518901135622007-09-19T03:31:00.001-07:002007-09-19T03:36:00.825-07:00A soul's despairI am a free soul, let me respire;<br />Don't be jealous of my growth and let me aspire.<br />I am a good soul, let me inspire;<br />On all the blasphemy existing, let’s call a ceasefire.<br />I am a brave soul, ready to jump into the fire;<br />For the sake of others, let’s learn to perspire.<br /><br />Run, exhaust and dream on your own;<br />Don’t resist the calmness when you are thrown.<br />Thrown in the dark alleys of maturity,<br />In herds, not always but lost is the serenity.<br />Still a life is not complete in aloofness,<br />This soul desires for affinity with uncompromised grace.<br /><br />Burns the fire as if it has no dear neighbour,<br />Its soul is more energetic than lovers’ in labour.<br />Pains of hardship are always greater than courtship,<br />Perhaps the free soul is not available to become a creep.<br />Toiled soul seeks the bloomed valley,<br />And doesn’t want to get shackled in a sophisticated alley.<br /><br /><br />Wonders the soul in his moments of respite,<br />One life goes by, gradually evading in the night.<br />Existing things flow away as ashes in air,<br />Life, relations, countries - everything and everywhere.<br />And soon things vanish from the layers of memoir,<br />Nothing remains there to settle and nothing to repair.<br /><br /><br />This soul is free from the rich and the destitute,<br />Free it is from the life - which is a hidden brute.<br />Yet the soul enacts everytime on this earth,<br />As a pedestrian, on a chilled night, looking for a hearth.<br />In each form, it is destined for the ultimate goal;<br />The question thus remains - "Soul, why you become uneasy in this earthly role?"Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-65402991699072409762007-08-19T00:41:00.000-07:002007-08-19T00:43:53.917-07:00The Fighting SpiritAnd then I fell in that fathomless pit,<br />To be honest I was young and fit.<br />Darkness was finding its way inside,<br />My pulse was struggling in its regular ride.<br />Eyes were tired, mouth was dried;<br />Having the pills my skin cried.<br /><br /><br />Blood inside me was deprived of force,<br />Force to cut through the valleys of its regular course.<br />The virus soldiers were merciless at my biological cells,<br />It seemed no one would live to tell the horror tales.<br />My senses were kidnapped as I lost their control,<br />And my strength was challenged from skin to my soul.<br /><br /><br />My body went musicless as my tired cells,<br />Desire to see my dear ones resonated as a temple's bells.<br />And the weight of hell was tearing me like pork,<br />Demons were eating me all with their knife & fork.<br />Perish me, O! God, with your speed;<br />And let me become a soul which is freed.<br /><br /><br />Words became whispers and hence gaspings,<br />Death and life seemed to me not separate but siblings.<br />Seeing them together I asked my soul-<br />Is this the end of my earthly role?<br />Heavily medicated, I rested my backbone;<br />May be another one or is this the last day known?<br /><br /><br />And years later when I remember that time,<br />Thank god to help me during my weakened rhyme.<br />And congratulate myself to have a fighting spirit,<br />That steers me out safely of every difficult heat.<br />Let us be strong from inside and let us nurture that thing,<br />It is your only way out of any suffering.Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-27043377054380273892007-07-18T01:48:00.001-07:002007-07-18T01:54:43.619-07:00The Angel I Met OnceSeeing the girl, I was charmed;<br />Her electrifying personna had my heart rammed.<br />O! I wish I don't get departed from her,<br />For eternity, love to become this angel's admirer.<br /><br /><br />But she is like that wet surface,<br />When goes - doesn't leave a trace.<br />And I become the victim of this mirage,<br />Drowned in her thoughts passed my days.<br /><br /><br />And when I reeled heavily for her,<br />I fall asleep and become again an observer.<br />She calms down my nerves in my virtuality,<br />No tranquiliser can do so in the reality.<br /><br /><br />Wind was gushing in and out,<br />Her memory was around me as a silhouette.<br />Her materialization fluctuated in fore,<br />And my pain has its own beauty to adore.<br /><br /><br />My pain is so subtler than hers,<br />Cancer was all over her blood layers.<br />Each passing moment – she gasped to survive,<br />What could be more horrendous for a child of age five?<br /><br /><br />She finally responded to her caller,<br />Her pain relieved and mine got taller.<br />O! Angel may your soul rest in peace forever;<br />And my child – your father could forget his angel never.Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-34468388458517160712007-05-14T22:09:00.000-07:002013-09-01T10:03:50.797-07:00A Nation's great son<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Every country produces it sons,<br />
Expecting each of them to be responsible and patriotic in the long run.<br />
Every motherland is like an asset too close to heart,<br />
Its safety is at the top of its soldier's chart.<br />
These people are not carrying any ordinary thought,<br />
They prioritise their country and then their life in each war they have fought.<br />
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A soldier maintains discipline throughout his life,<br />
It helps him in walking on a path which is sharp like a knife.<br />
He distances his family when he prepares for the battle,<br />
Thinking in mind that this is the last one to settle.<br />
And the battlefield challenges his bravery everytime,<br />
His blood is spit in the war as it costs nothing but a dime.<br />
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He hates but cuts every opponent's pulse,<br />
Around him cloud of wrath engulfs.<br />
Sometimes he is victorious and sometimes nailed,<br />
Dying for the country's sake is a duty where he never failed.<br />
He sings songs of glory when he is down with courage,<br />
That is how he seeks power from that glorified mirage.<br />
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For all these great deeds of a soldier,<br />
For inspiring the entire nation to be fearless and become bolder,<br />
Are his acts of chauvinism properly regarded?<br />
Is the fallen hero's carriage sufficiently barded?<br />
His family may remain in despair forever,<br />
That too for his sacrificing and heroic endeavour.<br />
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Still the land would be proud mother of such sons,<br />
In this age of hatred, swords and guns.<br />
And the soldier's soul will always be content,<br />
To live and die for the nation's past, future and present.<br />
Lets swallow this truth and lets not forget this great son,<br />
He who for us refused to have a dream of his own.</div>
Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-69213919999212691312007-05-14T11:32:00.000-07:002007-05-14T22:08:31.738-07:00MoneyMoney! Money! Money!<br />Brighter than sunny<br />Sweeter than honey<br />Darker than rainy<br />A man, in its absence, becomes boney<br />It's not funny.<br /><br /><br />By this a man can make other a donee.<br />Having this money in many,<br />A man makes himself gainy.<br />Money's smallest and oldest ingredient is penny<br />By worrying about it a fat man gets converted to leany<br />Is very important to take care of my granny.<br /><br /><br />Its consumers are many<br />It's more glittering than greeny<br />By the greed of money,<br />The love between brothers and friends meets a tyranny.<br />Money! Money! Money!Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-14362764052068788372007-05-13T21:49:00.000-07:002007-05-13T21:57:16.485-07:00Struggles Of LifeOnce upon a time there was this situation.<br />A man in twenties had the prowess, the compulsion.<br />Prowess to shape things, compulsion to make good things,<br />He was well aware of his competitive surroundings.<br />Spark in his eyes to see and learn,<br />Although he was not worried about what would he earn.<br /><br /><br />Starting days were fine, every damn thing looked good.<br />Morning to evening, there were different postures of mood.<br />Learning was not easy, leave aside work;<br />Days were brighter outside, inside it seemed murk.<br />Still he treaded on the high waves,<br />Thinking he could make there one day his own enclave.<br /><br /><br />Then came the struggle period of life,<br />Compulsion to grow was sometimes taking shape of strife.<br />The balance was needed between all the games,<br />To find his own one among the successful names.<br />He was determined, although sometimes uneasy,<br /> Planning out and enacting on it kept him always busy.<br /><br /><br />Days now seemed to pass very fast,<br />He who has that pace can have his laugh last.<br />Whether or not one wins tomorrow,<br />One has tried hard- no regrets are there to make him sorrow.<br />Let his body & soul bear the ultimate pain,<br />One has to live through the summer to enjoy the beauty of rain.<br /><br /><br />Thoughts were conceived but not executed,<br />Every now and then his ideas were persecuted.<br />Persecution of soul and mind was at high,<br />No time was there to think and sigh.<br />With hopes of good future he marched past,<br />Every that thing which had a lousy cast.<br /><br /><br />Each time spent was thoughtful and enriching,<br />Negative or positive - inferences were taken in.<br />The armour was growing from front to the end,<br />The catalyzing factors were foes and not only friends.<br />Soon it was going to be death of swoon in him,<br />Churning the milk hard can only near someone to the dream.<br /><br /><br />There were times with jubilant achievements,<br />And sometimes mood was down with hurt sentiments.<br />Such was the atmosphere around sometimes,<br />Only indictment and accusations were present in the rhymes.<br />Nevertheless, these were the testing times,<br />To make revolution a success one has to endure against all kind of crimes.<br /><br /><br />At times when his burdens became tough to handle,<br />The thought of jews' pain would come to his limits versus determination wrangle.<br />Then comes picture of all the suffered people in history,<br />And then he would start to solve the encompassing mystery.<br />Strength had to be enhanced at all costs,<br />Strength for endurance was required the most.<br /><br /><br />Hard times are there to test a man,<br />Invented by god, executed on all clans.<br />Someday there would be wine of success to taste,<br />But our boy is not going to get tired and take rest.<br />Everybody will sleep someday to never wake up;<br />Before it, lets face all situations without a hiccup.Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-35980465570157905682007-05-13T21:45:00.000-07:002007-05-13T21:48:52.283-07:00Save The NatureO! sun, we know you are angry with our civilisation;<br />Of its rapidly increasing industrialisation.<br />One could see you becoming hotter day by day,<br />Ask someone to play outside - you recieve a nay.<br />Diplomats term this as global warming,<br />And highlight the aftermath - they are very alarming.<br /><br /><br />Man in swarming groups is moving directionless,<br />For every necessity he faces a race.<br />Machines are there to increase his speed,<br />For this sometimes life of plantation is freed.<br />Forests are giving way to concrete structures,<br />And in this process the delicate balance of environment ruptures.<br /><br /><br />Preparations are made to reach the moon,<br />What about our own earth, which may drown soon.<br />In the cobweb of popular rat races,<br />Man doesn't think about those delicate cases.<br />So much ways are now giving power to fire,<br />As man sets his desires - higher and higher.<br /><br /><br />Inventions are done for betterment of mankind,<br />Sometimes people forget future inferences in their mind.<br />This is when inventions are motivated by only profit,<br />These are the times when mankind is hardly hit.<br />There must be concerns about our future generations,<br />After the world wars we should take some lessons.<br /><br /><br />Diarrhea and cholera have almost vanished,<br />For culminating them power for new techniques was unleashed.<br />With this power came some new monsters too;<br />Cancer, asthma - to name a few.<br />How long we are going to watch the demolition?<br />Level of recovery process must start from a family and then to a nation.<br /><br /><br />Tomorrow when the new generation would arrive,<br />There must be enough fresh air for them to survive.<br />Lets progress with the future in mind,<br />In that process, lets protect it and not leave our nature behind.<br />Lets understand our responsibilty and lets not play the blame games,<br />And preserve our nature in tomorrow's name.Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-14227492107392402822007-05-13T21:43:00.000-07:002007-05-13T21:45:03.913-07:00Political SpicePoltics is done by politicians,<br />Existing mainly among Indians.<br />In a place where civic life is horrible,<br />Ministers can make their tenure durable.<br />A leader is now known by his party,<br />He has a heart - that's too corrupted and dirty.<br />Before elections parties display hoarding and banner,<br />Voting according to them tends us to suffer.<br />Before elections, they are on citizens' mercy,<br />Afterwards their behaviour becomes hoarshy.<br />Leaders are those who knows people's problem,<br />Not those who can only trouble them.<br />A politician should not be in criminal's favour,<br />He should admire those who do hard labour.<br />Politics can make a begger similar to a king,<br />can also make a donkey to sweetly sing.<br />Politics has allured the common man,<br />For which he intends now to have a golden clan.<br />The need of this hour is to change the system,<br />Which has already shown its drastic symptom.<br />The world needs massive revolutions,<br />To end the corrupted and dirty politics intiated by politicians.Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1450565480592910795.post-80492894030770619602007-05-13T21:40:00.000-07:002007-05-13T21:43:16.962-07:00Life's MottoCold rises from north and sun in the east,<br />In every heart I could see a beast.<br />Nurtured from birth, priviledged at youth;<br />Even old age allows upsurging of this black truth.<br />Some are silent monsters, while some are aloud;<br />Relatively best is one who never feels proud.<br /><br /><br />Then there are some venomous creatures,<br />Almost disguised, always on loose for destroying fixtures.<br />Little do world reckons their malign acts;<br />They are rather praised, bestowed, suppressed are their real facts.<br /><br /><br />It's high time to correct human tendencies;<br />Building good ones, destroying the gremlined agencies.<br />If somebody is a saint, must be a real one;<br />Not one who huggles with god for every desire under a clan.<br />Life is not only meant for self enjoyment, O! man;<br />As it also means <strong><em>L</em></strong>ot <strong><em>I</em></strong>s <strong><em>F</em></strong>or <strong><em>E</em></strong>veryone.Pieces Of My Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14353680384079819402noreply@blogger.com2