My Ever Blooming Love

Like a flower that withers away,

like the wild wind that blows its petals,

like a dried leaf on a sunny day,

like a rain drop searching its bay.

Like a melting candle going down,

like fragrance that just spreads around,

like tears glistening in the eye,

like birds soaring high in the sky,

Like a child catching his mother's glimpse,

like a father watching his toddler limp,

like a baby, I have seen our love grow,

I have seen our happiness and sorrow,

I have seen our love grow for a better tomorrow.

Rebel

To be a rebel is not as easy as it seems

coz' a rebel is not someone who just shouts and screams.

To be a rebel it takes a lot more than that,

where silence shall speak volumes and it's this silence that'll attack.

To go against a majority is a formidable task.

All a rebel does is raise silent questions that others dread to ask.

For a rebel its all about fact and tact'

coz' like a rebel you may not find any other diplomat

A rebel is who I am, a rebel is who I'll be

That's coz' I am born to be wild, I am born to be free.

To Roshni

The tigress from the North-East

Back To Home

I felt difficult to pull my eyes away,

away from this little angel I saw today.

Tiny little face with bright innocent eyes,

pouty lips, and heavenly smile.

Tiny fingers on the ever searching hands,

searching for all things bright and new.

Sparkling eyes with twinkling mischief,

can melt stoned hearts to everyone's disbelief.

Tiny little feet trying to stand,

an angel, I thought it can't be true.

I searched for the wings and halo too,

but deep down I knew it was just a child,

just a mere mortal like you and I.

May be an angel resides in all of us;

but as we grow we let it die.

Our love can be our halo and goodwill our wings,

our value gives us sparkle and our faith helps us fly.

We can all be angels, provided we try,

try to bring the goodness back and try again to be a child;

but, alas, the world gives us knowledge, knowledge to earn

knowledge to work, knowledge to think about worldly progress.

Work becomes priority and smile a rare luxury

and hands conditioned to search for penny.

Life becomes less about fun and love,

Life is now more about fame and money.

I yearn to be an angel again,

go away from this world of doom.

I want to go back to the most beautiful place.

I want to sleep again in my Mother's womb.

My Apologies To Technology

"The world has shrunk" for some reason I believe that..............................................

People are connected to each other by a vast medium of devices, gadgets, and all the good old fashioned letters have gone out of fashion; still people are in contact with each other even if they are far, far away.

But I do have a complain with this rising surge of technological advancements we have stopped behaving human.

The silliest of the jokes is not wellcommed with a smile but the person standing in front of you just says LMAO?????????????

I mean, how lame is that?????????????????

I don't even know whether my joke was appreciated or what.

People have forgotten simple tasks like smiling at each other, going to meet your relatives on some occasion, meeting your friend just to say "Hello, how are you, dude?", gazing at the rising sun, admiring the stars and moon, all of this can be done at one click of the mouse and magically it appear on your screen (and the irony is I am bitching about this in my blog).

People are turning into emotionless, mindless machines. There is no element of surprise when long lost friends meet each other, no tears of joy when you learn about each others success, no pain when you hear about a sad phase in each others life.

Life has become somewhat sad and pathetic where we just seem to have lost our souls and end up behaving like cyborgs.

And above all I believe it is Murphy's law which adds to the irritation of technology.

We seem to be in constant touch with the people whom we want to interact with the 'least' some thing is soooo damned weird about it 'coz we end up chatting with them daily i guess that's technology etiquette or something like that I just cant seem to get hold of people whom i want to be in touch with.

I mean I love technology but sometimes it just gets on my nerves [:( ]

SALVAGE OR PERISH

Awaiting the soulful songs of the birds I started to stroll down the lane,

the lane, where my childhood I spent, somehow beckons me again.

reliving the days of the broken teeth and scraped knees covered in dirt

the skilled cartwheels over the grass and the feeling that nothing could ever hurt.

The amazing swing of the banyan root, the sweet smell of the weeds,

the lovely flowers and beautiful birds, the buzzing of the bees.

These memories make me run faster, faster than ever before,

wanting to see it again somehow; because to wait longer, I could no more.

Then suddenly my feet drop dead,

the earth beneath my feet cease to exist;

the wind too seemed to mourn the demise,

and I could feel the tears shed by the skies.

The green landscapes are now all gone

with huge concrete it's been replaced.

What had once been my lovely home,

what once had been my peaceful space.

Memories washed in no time to spare

it seems as if no one anymore cares,

cares about my sweet little heaven

heaven with which no beauty compares.

The cruel human has won again,

again and again he seems to win

Conquering every land and heath,

winning over the green land beneath.

Tainted is the soul and sinned is the man,

who cuts down the woods, just because he can.

Listening to the Babel of jarring voices among the victors,

I feel disgusted and disgruntled to be a part of this human race.

Today I can hear the plea of the vanquished I can hear the sullen silence of despair.

What man is doing to nature is, for sure, certainly beyond any repair.

HUMBLE PRIDE

For I have been humbled yet again,
Humbled by my loss and nature's gain.
By the lakes, the flowers, the trees and bees;
by smoothest touch of the silky rain.

By the mellowed wind, its howling sound

by even the tiniest creature here around,

by the feel of moisture in my eyes,

by the feeling of, one day, saying goodbyes.

By the songs of birds and splash of waves,

by the endless beautiful green landscapes;
my senses shut at this brilliant sight

of a place that glows with warmth, not light.

With the humility also comes a pride.

A pride to belong, a pride to survive.

THEOPHANY

I have lived a life in beautiful time,

loved a 'life' for all it was worth,

chased the loving tender clouds,

adored staring at the graceful birds.

Waited for the tender steps

and the beautiful touch on my lips,

the soothing voice in my ears,

the gentle hands on my hips.

He was my only ecstasy

and also deep tranquility,

awaking a million feelings in me

womanly, Oh so extraordinary!

My deepest fear, my warmest sun,

my love, my life, my chosen one.

One can give him names, so many,

but, he's my divine disclosure, my Theophany.

Insane Sanity

DEDICATING THIS BLOG TO SOME FOND MEMORIES

College days were not as fun or as charming as one would have imagined it to be, but I would always cherish them for they gave me some great people in my life.
I always wanted to thank my college to have given me some crazy and eccentric vagabonds to match my madness.
They were mad in their own sweet way and together the three of us decided that we would conquer the world with our madness. I know that sounds outright stupid and juvenile, but thats what we were stupid and juvenile what I regret is that we aren't that anymore we have grown up and the stupidity has been replaced with mature thoughts and brilliant knowledge on the worldly path but in college we were never prepared for that.
We had so much to achieve in college such great heights to reach and become every person that we wanted to be.
Maturity is a real bitch it shows you that you are incapable with limitations and those limitation put their pressure on you constantly to make you realise that you are an underachiever, that friendship and trust and love were all a matter of literary fictions, but today recollecting these memories made me realise that one has no limitations, unless one decides to have some, that life cannot be a bitch to you if you have the faith to stand up, not for someone but for yourself, and every time someone says you cannot remember the crazy friends who always told you, you can and this will spark the dark corner of your mind that still believes in your stupid and juvenile hopes and aspirations; for you have it in you, no matter what the world says and "EVERYONE ON EARTH IS A HERO" 'coz their friends told them so.

THANK YOU
DD AND RR [:)] MY HEROES