tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44717744384955848912024-03-12T16:31:21.133-07:00lovesketchnupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-66190881024106180002011-02-06T03:41:00.000-08:002011-02-06T03:48:58.699-08:00In pain, I breatheIt sits there <br />As I close my eyes<br />Trying to forget...<br /><br />In pain I breathe... <br /><br />No birds, no mountains <br />No beauty, I like<br />It is all I remember <br />For the only thing with hope<br />Is pain, much higher<br />To look down and smile<br />With despair and grief<br />In pain, I breathe <br /><br />It is also a learning <br />About the nature of Self<br />What a way to be reminded<br />This existence, a gift<br />To be honoured and cared <br />For it is only a few<br />In pain, I've grown <br /><br />I thank god for the enlightenment <br />For the gift I received <br />I know it is difficult<br />To be aware and let go<br />All at the same time<br />But this awareness soothes pain<br />Creating a peaceful co-existence <br />As a part, a belonging <br />For it is my pain,<br />I breathe...nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-53516157312474645822010-02-27T06:56:00.000-08:002010-02-27T11:03:09.065-08:00Relationship Holes<p class="MsoNormal">Sometimes in life, we go through life changing situations – some good, some bad. People say they make you mature. I would say they rob you of your innocence - bit by bit. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">On my last trip back home, I went through one myself. I learnt about the sensitivity of relationships, of the permutations and combinations they engulf, of the highly volatile graph they follow, of their depth, of shallowness, of the fact that the more you dig deep, the shallow you get. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">The nature of relationship is similar to mother earth. You can dig deeper and deeper only to find water at the end. Similarly, the beginning of any relationship is soft, where it is easy to dig, followed by a hard rocky surface where the relationship gets stronger. But when we penetrate the hard rocks, we reach a stage where all we can see is water. <span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">If we let the water flow its own course, we survive. If we start to play with it, we risk the hard rocks and sand falling on us from above causing damage to the relationship, sometimes even death.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">So what is my story? Well, my problem began when some of my relationships touched water & I started to play with it. The constant splashing didn’t do much good. This time when I went back to physically examine the situation myself, I saw that there were a few pebbles and sand blocking the smooth flow of water. So I tried to clean the way by throwing the sand and pebbles outside but the more I threw, the more came back. While some relationships had this problem, in some other old holes i.e. where the relationship had grown old, the walls had become weak and I could see some hairline cracks. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">So, what is more dangerous – hairline cracks or sand falling from above?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">I would say hairline cracks because the bigger they get, the more the risk of the entire wall collapsing on you. Sand and pebbles can still be sucked out. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">From this short analogy, I learnt a lot. I learnt that everything in life, living or non-living needs maintenance. We should make sure that we take out some time from our busy schedules to take care of it. Servicing takes a day. Repair can take a lot more – days, months, years and some damages which are irreparable leave us with no option but to close them and look for a new one. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">In my life, I have dug many relationship holes but forgot the simple fact that maintenance is key. I shall now have to go back and start with the very first one, checking & repairing as I go along. It is going to be one long journey, one that I started 3000 feet high, sitting on the window seat of a low cost airline, with 2 elderly people and a housefly sitting on my tray table, scared on that turbulent fight, patiently observing me write. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">The weather conditions were bad and the pilot asked us to fasten our seat belts. I could see lightening in the clouds below me. What if I don’t survive? What if I never make it to the first relationship hole? What if I don’t get a chance to tell all those people that I left behind that I cared for them and am sorry for not staying in touch?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Just as I was thinking, the pilot announced a descent to <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Hyderabad</st1:place></st1:city>. The weather had cleared with good visibility of 5 km. I observed the housefly as it started to walk across the tray table, preparing to take a flight as I started to close the table for landing. The old couple up from their short evening nap, the man helped his wife tie the seat belt, making sure she is comfortable. Such a sweet gesture - an act of maintenance I thought. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">I landed safely and plan to start my journey soon. If you are a part of any of my relationship holes, please feel free to give me more such ideas on maintenance. Will keep you posted as I go on with my journey, might need some help throwing pebbles out. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-10753916253172034122009-10-02T02:55:00.000-07:002009-10-02T02:58:53.934-07:00Living it... one last time!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeFdJxpnWpd6uSkxqYnGaj11R4MdEfl5VBlJ5VlQzkmykh2hpW9t1ul5ZimirjTQlqS3xaWtpK-cu11100iFLppXUq7xDcRmI57ScN3DgbcAC0pOED39f465QpKtivbD_MI4M64559ueYw/s1600-h/young-girl-in-a-field.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeFdJxpnWpd6uSkxqYnGaj11R4MdEfl5VBlJ5VlQzkmykh2hpW9t1ul5ZimirjTQlqS3xaWtpK-cu11100iFLppXUq7xDcRmI57ScN3DgbcAC0pOED39f465QpKtivbD_MI4M64559ueYw/s200/young-girl-in-a-field.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387939923913511490" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">I think I have finally found an answer</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">To a question that I had posted long ago</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">A feeling such </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">That I don’t wanna write no more</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">A satisfaction that cannot be explained</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">My mind is empty</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">No more reasons or excuses</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">No questions unanswered</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">No need, no greed</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">No pain…</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">Pain, that I had started to love</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">What is left, is a feeling</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">An indication of the fact</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">That my soul feels complete</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">This completeness brings fear</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">A fear that only goes with pain</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">A loss I cannot bear</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">Souls are immortal</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">But mine shall die</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">A peaceful death</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt">This shall be the last of me…</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:115.5pt"><o:p> </o:p></p>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-50521931565689650172009-04-11T11:06:00.000-07:002009-04-11T11:18:19.550-07:00My first Love song with music :)<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The band Agnee had composed a love song and they wanted someone to write the lyrics.. I did, but they didnt like them :(</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family:Garamond;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Anyways, I had lots of fun doing it! Here they are..</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Garamond; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;">You can get the song at <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; "><a href="http://www.mtvindia.com/agnee/">http://www.mtvindia.com/agnee/ </a></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Garamond; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102); font-family: Garamond; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; ">Hum hue</span><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Itne kyon juda</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mil naa payein </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Kho gaye tum is tarah</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hum hue</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Itne kyon juda</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT" style=" mso-ansi-language:IT;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mil naa payein</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=" ;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Kho gaye tum is tarah</span></span></b><b><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT" style=" mso-ansi-language:IT;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT" style=" mso-ansi-language:IT;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tumhe chahta hoon main</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT" style=" mso-ansi-language:IT;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Na socha tha ye din aayega</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT" style=" mso-ansi-language:IT;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tum na ho yoon saath jo mere</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT" style=" mso-ansi-language:IT;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Na mujhe manzoor</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT" style=" mso-ansi-language:IT;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT" style=" mso-ansi-language:IT;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tum kaho ki ab main kya karoon</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT" style=" mso-ansi-language:IT;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tumhare hi khwaab mein rahoon</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT" style=" mso-ansi-language:IT;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tumhe yadon mein dhoond ke mile</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=" ;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Is dil ko sukoon…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=" ;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=" ;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hum hue</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Itne kyon juda</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mil naa payein </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Kho gaye tum is tarah</span></span></b><b><span lang="PT-BR" style=" mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">..</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style=" mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tum na ho to tanha hai ye mausam</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Faasle jo bane, kyon hue na wo kam</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Bas ab is dil mein hai yehi aramaa<br /></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tum ho meri…hai mujhe yakeeen<br /></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tumse hai sara jahaan</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT" style=" mso-ansi-language:IT;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hum hue</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT" style=" mso-ansi-language:IT;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It</span></span></b><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language: PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ne kyon juda</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="IT" style=" mso-ansi-language:IT;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mil napayein</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=" ;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Kho gaye tum is tarah</span></span></b><b><span style=" ;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=" ;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=" ;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tumhe chahta hoon main</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Na socha tha ye din aayega</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tum na ho yoon saath jo mere</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Na mujhe manzoor</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tum kaho ki ab main kya karoon</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tumhare hi khwaab mein rahoon</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tumhe yadon mein dhoond ke mile</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=" ;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Is dil ko sukoon…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=" ;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=" ;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hum hue</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=" ;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Itne kyon juda</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=" ;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mil napayein<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; "><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "></span></span></b></span></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style=" ;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; "><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; ">Kho gaye tum is tarah</span></span></b><b><span lang="PT-BR" style=" mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;font-family:Garamond;color:#993366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; ">... </span></span></b></span></span></span></b></p>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-10391342962490262222009-04-01T12:33:00.000-07:002009-04-01T12:49:25.791-07:00The Life Line<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-V0NBScwcrtDO4FUuL9P82R2EUBPV-wwDnlnDWWXSHakwXtW2ji0T5icXmHr4pQSrRIhCr2FCSDKOott3u-cMld4Dxd1o_cYC-QqUrAIrtRRBLUo9AUOXrwJNkTZKYd-uW-ldw8S2BJy4/s1600-h/me.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-V0NBScwcrtDO4FUuL9P82R2EUBPV-wwDnlnDWWXSHakwXtW2ji0T5icXmHr4pQSrRIhCr2FCSDKOott3u-cMld4Dxd1o_cYC-QqUrAIrtRRBLUo9AUOXrwJNkTZKYd-uW-ldw8S2BJy4/s200/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319812343376807170" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">There is a certain line on our hand</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">That is an indicator of how long we live</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I don’t know how far I have come</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">But of all I read, of all I saw</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I have realized one thing</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">It’s not how much you live</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">But how you live the little you have with you</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">In my quest of living life the way it should be</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I have ended up living for others… Alone</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Living for myself is counted as selfish by many but few</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">But as they say, Life is like a book</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">And if you don’t explore, you only read a page</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I have finished a page</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">And I like being there</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Reading it again and again</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">With so much so far</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I feel complete and empty at the same time</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Full of emotions that have drained me out</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Of love</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Of grief</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Of self belief</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">That now I don’t feel no pain</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">A part of me has left it all behind</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">A part of me left with it…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I am left in half</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I need to collect myself</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">From places that touched me</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">From people who were a part</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">From the love I once felt</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">From the pain I still feel</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">To start afresh</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">On a new page</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">With a different colour this time</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">But again I ask myself</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Am I running away… To be alone…?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Will I end up in the same way one more time?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I don’t know what the future holds for me</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">For all I know</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">It’s a new start… far far away </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">And this time</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I will try not to look behind…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> </span></o:p></p>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-63100157185678612962009-02-12T20:58:00.000-08:002009-02-12T21:07:24.472-08:00Rememberings in a drop<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1dkyeHHwqlSQ_6FasBsNXDnDYtWsPvwM4m0WCxddh-KFWGTRRnwT5n0QuEA5Nh4vKkctSc9Zi0CI81X-CBgl_LZHbzjA7-NkqGDuLCQlYK_bMCn_I4_jVlI1Uve7FqXuzXPP1Kq_FemDb/s1600-h/a_raindrops_and_bear_06.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1dkyeHHwqlSQ_6FasBsNXDnDYtWsPvwM4m0WCxddh-KFWGTRRnwT5n0QuEA5Nh4vKkctSc9Zi0CI81X-CBgl_LZHbzjA7-NkqGDuLCQlYK_bMCn_I4_jVlI1Uve7FqXuzXPP1Kq_FemDb/s200/a_raindrops_and_bear_06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302144006061994322" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Rememberings in a drop</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">The 2 years at MDI….justified. Nimisha, one of my best friends at MDI composed this piece. Simply beautiful </span></span><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:Wingdings;font-size:16pt;"><span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">J</span></span></span><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I sit by the window watching the rain,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Rain drops smoothly trickle down the glass</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Travelling a journey...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I look closely..I see moments in them;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">They look bright in the water..reflect enraptured moments...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">The cool breeze sprays cold water.. the images bring warmth..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> </span></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I see faces from the top..they appear unfamiliar </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I get curious..i see them closely.. they smile to me..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I become acquainted.. I like them..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">They come closer... I delightfully look at them... those twinkly faces and eyes..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I live those moments..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Some are of unending talks; other of bashes together..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Some posing like statues...others in some intriguing activity..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">They freeze.. I keep gazing...losing track of time..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I blink eyes;</span><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">and they start distancing.. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> </span></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">They are moving fast..one drop cohering with the other..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I try hard to look at them..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Just to say...hey stop!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> </span></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">The drops are now a stream..smoothly coursing down the glass..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">As the stream bids goodbye..the sun shines..</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">A rainbow egresses </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I see them all through colours...bright and shiny</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> </span></o:p></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">The rain stops...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I close my eyes...and smile...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"><span style=" line-height: 115%; font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:16pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">I will miss them..because I will remember ..</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></p>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-24063893000031734862009-01-09T11:40:00.000-08:002009-01-09T11:42:46.033-08:00Ctrl + Alt + Del<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq3tOGTBxgSNh60OhXPqmHWVryz5jXduoOfHQeXMm9Z1J1gRVlO0dBajkCWt3FtZsaO-F3EXmAdYLs9a0LLefh380DitD1AypEgD-GAGlrpEYIaHHZYn0ssp5OOJOR8XJ0cvtpVGYbZGnm/s1600-h/ctrl_alt_delete.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq3tOGTBxgSNh60OhXPqmHWVryz5jXduoOfHQeXMm9Z1J1gRVlO0dBajkCWt3FtZsaO-F3EXmAdYLs9a0LLefh380DitD1AypEgD-GAGlrpEYIaHHZYn0ssp5OOJOR8XJ0cvtpVGYbZGnm/s200/ctrl_alt_delete.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289381726313975714" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>Never ever did I know</o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">That I will need it in real life</p> <p class="MsoNormal">With just too much happening</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Too fast</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Too soon</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The system had to hang</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And that’s how I spent the last night of last year</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I desperately needed a ctrl+alt+<st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">del</st1:place></st1:state></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So did I use it?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yes</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The good thing is</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You don’t lose everything to start again</p> <p class="MsoNormal">That even after you end a few tasks</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Which were not responding</p> <p class="MsoNormal">There shall always be some</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Which are running Successfully</p> <p class="MsoNormal">With those you can proceed</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To find yourself back in the program</p> <p class="MsoNormal">One more time</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So how do I see to it that the system doesn’t hang again</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well, I have emptied the recycle bin</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Deleted cookies</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Archived files</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So on and so forth</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The problem is</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My mind has given up on me</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And so has the heart</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I think I need to run Nero or something</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You never know</p> <p class="MsoNormal">There might be a virus …</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p></p>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-15934919027016934062008-12-11T09:31:00.000-08:002008-12-11T16:56:12.941-08:00Given up<span style="color:#663333;"><strong>I tried<br />And tried<br />And tried<br />To move<br />I wanted to go back<br />I had taken the wrong turn<br />While trying to reach somewhere<br />On ‘The Holiday’<br />I did go west<br />Travelled places<br />Mostly Europe<br />I thought there had to be an exit somewhere<br />But wherever I went<br />Left or right<br />I couldn’t go back<br />Alone<br />And now<br />I have given up<br />The only light I see<br />Leads to a way ahead<br />But I can’t travel alone<br />I would need someone<br />He, who brought me where I am<br />I know I said No<br />It graduated from a “Maybe”<br />And has terminated in a “What If”<br />I don’t want to live with that<br />I think I have to try a “Yes, maybe”<br />If that’s even an option<br />All I have to do now<br />Is wait for an answer...</strong></span>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-11259095343686652082008-10-06T17:43:00.000-07:002008-10-06T18:51:01.877-07:00Still travelling...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW5OkF9vXTWlRBNlLGTGt5Yxvv2driFczbT6g6kizSHLvsYi4tF-lGxhyT-lZj0BnI29R4Gi7uS9X1FcTAxm_Nu2hFa1sh2nC89aBTnHbn6r1BSD-lJDTgxqSCv8dCdL7nzwJt0e105pn8/s1600-h/Girl-with-a-backpack-IMG_4454.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254209419825668450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW5OkF9vXTWlRBNlLGTGt5Yxvv2driFczbT6g6kizSHLvsYi4tF-lGxhyT-lZj0BnI29R4Gi7uS9X1FcTAxm_Nu2hFa1sh2nC89aBTnHbn6r1BSD-lJDTgxqSCv8dCdL7nzwJt0e105pn8/s320/Girl-with-a-backpack-IMG_4454.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>100 points for understanding what I am trying to say here...</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>We can never change what happened<br />Neither can we predict the future<br />Sometimes we can’t even tell<br />Why we did, what we did<br />It’s all written<br />But there is a reason<br /><br />I don’t understand what’s written for me<br />I have tried to mould the present<br />I have tried to see the future<br />I thought I knew<br />But every time I was so sure<br />Life took a U-turn<br />And I was back at the first stop<br />God! I hate travelling so much<br />I wish I had a map<br />Only if I knew who was driving….<br /><br />This long lost adventure has made things complicated<br />I wonder if there were any clues on the way<br />One thing’s for sure<br />I couldn’t find the short cut<br />And this long cut is taking forever…<br /><br />So if the present is really a present which I think it is<br />Can I please open the gift<br />There might be a Map ;)</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-34599009369299707832008-09-27T17:06:00.000-07:002008-09-29T12:07:08.627-07:00Coming home to you<strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Finally a song after a long time. I had composed it as well while sitting in a train on my way to Marseille in France. Hope you guys like it... And as far as the composition is concerned, you will get to hear it once you meet me... :)</span><br /></span></strong><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>I had started in the morning<br />It was a beautiful day<br />Life so felt liberated<br />Like all the worries gone away<br /><br />But now I feel alone baby <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLVPkpIeGrh7SCo6O2gFQnATkV8LnZFCIyTDwQ86sQ03_N4u0LEXaesdoBBWQcrZF0UNiGFiCRU4ka94l1aYIRedAhlCVe4mzr741Ocdd7njGCz23HC9VqlzrNhOgS5Cx9WCs-oSOluqI/s1600-h/Coffee_Love.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250860271795072018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLVPkpIeGrh7SCo6O2gFQnATkV8LnZFCIyTDwQ86sQ03_N4u0LEXaesdoBBWQcrZF0UNiGFiCRU4ka94l1aYIRedAhlCVe4mzr741Ocdd7njGCz23HC9VqlzrNhOgS5Cx9WCs-oSOluqI/s320/Coffee_Love.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><br />I really need you to be there<br />Without you coffee doesn’t taste right<br />All the flavours feel the same<br /><br />I am waiting for the evening<br />When I shall be back home again<br />To have you in my arms and hold you tight<br />And never leave home again<br /><br />I had started in the morning<br />I shall be back home again<br />To have you in my arms baby<br />And never leave home again…<br /><br /></strong></span></div>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-4668040322230231082008-07-18T00:42:00.000-07:002008-07-18T00:56:25.994-07:00:p<span style="color:#330033;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#330033;">OK, I didn’t have a better title for this post coz this is how I feel right now.<br /><br />Something happened, something foolish.<br />Kuch maine kiya, kuch kisi aur ne…<br />Par bottom line is .... gadbad to hui hai boss <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQFMbpLuVzVAX5MYwbVk1xlb68oN24x06_UBNNEmZPyvZyFU8m4L5QNh3yTXt4Qd_NmIEDo8xd08XQXe8c4XiBnx08YnQIZJXWrWaJVPNeVCrlo-GM7_j7d7J6Wqg7OvxSxMFU68-blhNi/s1600-h/islam_standing_alone.jpg"><span style="color:#330033;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224257847152226226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="151" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQFMbpLuVzVAX5MYwbVk1xlb68oN24x06_UBNNEmZPyvZyFU8m4L5QNh3yTXt4Qd_NmIEDo8xd08XQXe8c4XiBnx08YnQIZJXWrWaJVPNeVCrlo-GM7_j7d7J6Wqg7OvxSxMFU68-blhNi/s320/islam_standing_alone.jpg" width="252" border="0" /></span></a><br />Panga yeh hai ki kisi ko samajh nahi aa raha use theek kaise kiya jaye </span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">Aur jaisa ki hota aaya hai<br />Sab apni apni philosophy laga rahe hain… haha<br /><br />But as I stand empty handed facing the entire battalion<br />I am thinking of only one thing that I keep reminding myself very often<br />“That everything happens for a reason”<br />But what explanation does God have for me this time?<br />Hmm…If I follow the omens<br />This is not the first time<br />He has tried to stop me from treading this path before<br />It’s as if he is telling me that I left him no choice but to make me go through all this…<br />He has a reason, he cannot explain </span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">But I will know soon<br />Is there something in store for me there or here, I don’t know<br />I just know I am following faith<br />And to you, God<br />There better be a good reason for all this<br />Coz it isn’t funny<br />Not anymore…<br />Then why do I feel like this ‘:p’<br />One thing is for sure<br />This has been a rather long roller coaster ride<br />And I definitely have some college masala to entertain my kids later :p</span></div>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-55435453857729446792008-06-24T10:40:00.000-07:002008-07-18T01:22:40.429-07:00Don’t know why…<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;">I haven’t written for a while, I know <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdMg8svClhDDeOXD3yvpF3NbIDZi4evamCfB8enEKy54d5TIaf0kjC3ja-Vp3rSH5Crh__lOv8OFY1PzL7kLFZRBgFYuMQlTIPaLarqgl9ax8AXhXJJ-oR2yPuMaTNL2xcmeDGSKJcHXHa/s1600-h/rain.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215509494353036162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="81" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdMg8svClhDDeOXD3yvpF3NbIDZi4evamCfB8enEKy54d5TIaf0kjC3ja-Vp3rSH5Crh__lOv8OFY1PzL7kLFZRBgFYuMQlTIPaLarqgl9ax8AXhXJJ-oR2yPuMaTNL2xcmeDGSKJcHXHa/s320/rain.jpg" width="126" border="0" /></a><br />I didn’t have a lot to say actually<br />It’s like when you hide yourself and play your song,<br />While enjoying the rain,<br />You don’t want to be found.<br />Sometimes confinement frees you, of yourself.<br />Wow! What a line…<br />I guess it has made me more philosophical too<br />One thing’s for sure<br />It’s nice to rediscover yourself once in a while<br />Coz every time you do, you create a different world to fall back in<br />After all we all live life in phases<br />There are phase’s’ when we are in love<br />Such a phase is generally followed by a hatred phase :p<br />There are phases when we are happy and enjoying life<br />There are phases when we just wanna be left alone<br />But each phase that we live,<br />We live in hope…<br />Of finding something great to live for<br />Or someone special to share it with<br />Recently I have entered a phase of mutual harmony<br />I can’t say for how long will I be able to sustain it<br />And I am still searching<br />The problem is,<br />I don’t know what I am looking for…</span>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-67499020244043315712008-03-11T14:12:00.000-07:002008-03-11T14:25:50.368-07:00All but one...<div><span style="color:#330033;">There are many people that we meet in a lifetime, but only one for us…Who is he? Hmm, let me see. May be the guy sitting next to you in a café, or the one who just crossed the street, or the brother of your friend’s brother’s wife!!<br />You don’t know, you can’t say. But there shall be once, when you will be very sure that he is the one for you.<br />I am on one such tour myself; still searching and it’s a lot of fun.<br />In my journey till date I have found some interesting people who claim to have found their better halves. They say it all just happens; that you just know one day. There remain no doubts, no ifs. You heart feels it.<br />Some graduate from being good friends, some from hating each other once, some don’t even meet properly. They just needed a glimpse of each other…<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ljZ9qj23pjTKkxemOtBUD3swV-gF6aq6D9MHJY4T5UdDgpXtWz-LlXHRCQyUOLkEAiO1EebhlbyaWxM8Jy3TfFCeq0t6e_0zsbLxe-LT98vEZdsC5bTUXyun1zhRRJ9mN1sifA7Xslti/s1600-h/brooch_0045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176597942895362690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ljZ9qj23pjTKkxemOtBUD3swV-gF6aq6D9MHJY4T5UdDgpXtWz-LlXHRCQyUOLkEAiO1EebhlbyaWxM8Jy3TfFCeq0t6e_0zsbLxe-LT98vEZdsC5bTUXyun1zhRRJ9mN1sifA7Xslti/s320/brooch_0045.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So I asked who to look for when I begin; a lover or a friend? What does it take to sustain the relationship?<br />They say one thing. We all need a friend who loves us. He is your best friend on friendship’s day, and a passionate lover on valentine's. You can’t survive a lover, you can’t survive a friend. You need to be both.<br /><br />It’s a difficult game I tell you, a tough one to win. Many play, many fail, only to play it again.<br /><br />Personally, I am not too good at it. I have made some mistakes myself. But that’s the beauty of it. It always gives you a second chance. So I rolled the dice again. And this time, I have hit a six. I have an option to move on or miss the turn to allow someone else to score.<br />Right now I am highly confused and highly cautious. I have heard the music before. Don’t want to sing again, fearing I might loose the rhythm. So I wonder, why did I get a dedication in the first place?<br /><br />I know two things, everything has a reason and every beginning has an end. What I choose is what I get. But in the end…. all I want to do is to find my way back into love.<br /></span></div>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-78495790348687684912008-02-05T04:07:00.000-08:002008-02-05T04:56:03.626-08:00I died today...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggLUZ2jLh_SqnNY1S48pEGiyI1wn7G52AX0lz4j6_0rTkY05iis6DZeTcC_G3v-GcVFmlnvZuSqlr29A_6-gs5QBsRrt4G6CE_0J5bNrhSFRmySjJZ6YioERXV0kj4vi2cJMtbCnSvnn5O/s1600-h/rainy+day.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#663366;">The following poem is a dedication to one of my dearest friends, Dhimant who had written a beautiful poem on the theme “I died today”. Its my farewell gift to you Dhimant. Hope you like it.<br /><br />We die many deaths in a lifetime<br />And are born again, to start afresh<br />To find the one he sent for us<br />Endangered in a love mesh<br /><br />Leaving behind a sad yesterday <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0awCHwQK6n6GhRQI0YIKJYDp-WeNnhmliWxvDmShakvUzk4J8P0Pwu5xBXo3ep4ZWZvJRlTnfMOpyBTEntUDeuLNuiWjhux1vzAbbcKX9e525MbMbX29FE2LspleP0jRwwewL0bnU28K3/s1600-h/looking+out.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163478379630031474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0awCHwQK6n6GhRQI0YIKJYDp-WeNnhmliWxvDmShakvUzk4J8P0Pwu5xBXo3ep4ZWZvJRlTnfMOpyBTEntUDeuLNuiWjhux1vzAbbcKX9e525MbMbX29FE2LspleP0jRwwewL0bnU28K3/s320/looking+out.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I died today.<br />Wishing for a better tomorrow<br />Where I shall open many doors<br />As my heart yearns to breathe<br />In the freshness of love<br />That lies inside<br />He has started from home <br />And so have I<br />Opening doors until we meet<br />Till then, my love I want to say<br />Just hang in there, I am on my way<br /><br />Its cold outside<br />And I see him waiting<br />Can’t wait to feel the warmth,<br />In those hands that hold me<br />In those eyes that want me<br />In those arms around me<br />As I feel loved… with a hope that I don’t die tomorrow.<br />I died today.</span></strong></div>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-72036773423714993682007-12-26T10:35:00.000-08:002007-12-26T10:52:45.988-08:00Mommy, Who's Santa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Fnp7jV284pUC-wGduTcbWZfrqoA_-YHnGOTuRBtpRMDQ8rk2TP6QwOJYqOzeNxJzHOywhDuUuCvZdTld8gNcjSi0pulEqcWIfmNu_suW-niNfWlPbTClGayfUXXGNZbjsJ79aqYO_cQm/s1600-h/christmas2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148356414217814466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Fnp7jV284pUC-wGduTcbWZfrqoA_-YHnGOTuRBtpRMDQ8rk2TP6QwOJYqOzeNxJzHOywhDuUuCvZdTld8gNcjSi0pulEqcWIfmNu_suW-niNfWlPbTClGayfUXXGNZbjsJ79aqYO_cQm/s320/christmas2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Christmas is a time of joy<br />It’s about being with family, having a good time </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">And thanking god for all that he has given us<br />Hey did I miss Santa’s gifts?<br /><br />I say, being a kid is beautiful<br />You live with a lot of misconceptions<br />Like every other kid, I used to believe in santa<br />But as dumb as I was, i used to tell dad what I wanted for Christmas<br />So every time he would be my santa<br />And give me all that I had wished for<br />He tried his level best to keep Santa alive...<br /><br />But irrespective of whether santa exists or not<br />He has sure gifted happiness to the world…<br />A four year old does not know who santa is<br />But is happy coz he got his favourite toy car...<br />A ten year old enjoys the pudding and the snow fight<br />A sixteen year old girl is happy as she gets an excuse to go and meet her boyfriend<br />Parents are happy coz the entire family celebrates together<br />Elderly see a connection to god in the candles they light<br />Even a child selling santa’s mask at the traffic light is happy<br />He doesn’t know who santa is<br />But the mask sure helps him earn bread for his family!<br /><br />Today, in our busy lives, Christmas has become more important<br />As it makes us come together as FAMILY<br />Which we might not otherwise<br />How I wish I could still live in those misconceptions<br />And get up next morning to find a chocolate under my pillow<br />And with the same innocence, while eating my chocolate, ask my mother<br />Mommy, who’s Santa?<br /></span>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-31654749147743866642007-12-17T12:02:00.000-08:002007-12-17T12:21:20.300-08:00Wasted in Love…<div align="left"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0LrtS4ZFh9ogQa_7NPItymrHerM4GL4BmLhoXzOFo7r7g_8Gn5AGtBcgDaLTq4PnZjtI77NSzRBVoMDw27l2m7lzaNg2ZO3En2AaEZ7dpGaf1iBQlm17d2ZAcF8sn2yV2VC_lJbj8KVO/s1600-h/girl+thinking.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145038401657799074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0LrtS4ZFh9ogQa_7NPItymrHerM4GL4BmLhoXzOFo7r7g_8Gn5AGtBcgDaLTq4PnZjtI77NSzRBVoMDw27l2m7lzaNg2ZO3En2AaEZ7dpGaf1iBQlm17d2ZAcF8sn2yV2VC_lJbj8KVO/s320/girl+thinking.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;">There are times when you wait for things to happen<br />And when they do,<br />You feel like you are the luckiest person on earth<br />The sun shines at you,<br />You feel the warmth inside<br />Life looks beautiful...<br />But soon you realise<br />That love is not that pink and fluffy.<br /><br />Let me come to the point<br />I loved someone.<br />At least I thought I did.<br />I don’t know if it is the same now<br />I had won him after a lot of struggle and nights of blaming god<br />Back then things were great between us<br />The midnight talks,<br />The moonlit walks </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;">I had it all<br />Before tables turned<br />And I realised that those years of waiting and blaming god<br />Was a waste of emotions and nothing else<br />I wasn’t that lucky<br />After all, all that glitters is not gold…right?<br />So I cried…<br />Days, sometimes nights…<br />I wanted to quit but then…<br />Something made me reflect back.<br />And I smiled, at my innocence<br />It was then that I realised that god was teaching me an important lesson<br />That everything you ever want is not always good for you<br />And that is why you don’t get it<br />As simple as that<br />But we still blame him, don’t we?<br />I know, he knows what’s best for me<br />And lately, I have started trusting him ;)<br />Guess what?<br />The sun is shining at me again<br />I see a future…<br />Far away, far better…<br />Who was I kidding?<br />I am too precious to be wasted in love…</span></div>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-91326656127309579772007-11-24T13:37:00.000-08:002007-11-24T13:49:45.837-08:00Kyon bhag rahe hain hum?<div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;">Zindagi bhi ajeeb hai<br />Jab se hosh sambhala, bhag hi rahi hoon main<br />School mein marks ke peeche<br />College mein rank ke peeche<br />Aur MBA mein, naukri ke peeche…<br /><br />Zingadi ki isi bhag daud se bahut kuch seekha hai maine…<br />Dekha hai bhichad kar pane ki khushi ko<br />Manzil ko choo jane ki khushi ko<br />Rooth kar maan jaane ki khushi ko<br />Door jaakar paas aane ki khushi ko<br />Hum sab ne kuch khokar kuch paaya hai<br />Aur kuch naya pane ke liye, bhag hi to rahe hain hum…<br /><br />Par ab thak gayi hoon main.<br />Thak gayi hoon is bheed mein akela rehkar,<br />Wapas jaana chahti hoon.<br />Un raston par jo peeche choot gaye…<br />Un doston ke paas, jo dost the<br />Jab paise ka koi mol na tha<br />Jab koi haar jeet na thi<br />Jab khush rehne ki koshish nahi karni padti thi,<br />Dukhi hone ke liye abhi chote hi the hum…<br /><br />Hasna seekha hi tha bhi,<br />Ki kanchon ki jagah sikkon ne le li…<br />Aaj paisa bolta hai.<br />Kabhi kabhi hum dab jaate hain,<br />Samajik niyamon ke neeche<br />Acha dikhne ki koshish mein<br />Hum kaun hain, humein yaad nahi<br />Yaad hai to ye ki samaj kya sochta hai<br />Kyon? Nahi rehna mujhe in galiyon mein<br />Jahan har cheez ki keemat lagayi jaati hai<br />Jahan sachayi ka koi mol nahi<br />Bas zinda hain<br />Aur jiye ja rahe hain<span style="color:#663366;">…</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#663366;">Jahan sachayi ka koi mol nahi</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#663366;">Bas zinda hain</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#663366;">Aur jiye ja rahe hain...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#663366;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#663366;">p.s- Thanks for all the appreciation that I recieved for my first hindi poem. Hope you like this one as well.</span></div>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-32775400140398086682007-10-19T04:38:00.000-07:002007-10-19T07:29:32.832-07:00M daddy’s little princess<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><em><strong>This poem of mine is for all the girls in the world who love their dads. I shall gift it to my dad the day I get married, which has quite some time i hope.<br /></strong></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><span style="color:#663366;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></span></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><span style="color:#663366;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">M daddy’s little princess<br /><br /></span>I am his little princess, he says<br />My dad always used to think my prince would find me.<br />And I would always laugh it out.<br />But he wouldn’t agree, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoFWpPSwiqEie6zcKE3H4nQ7iCdvLiZDVGf4K4oD5X1MrADbzM2yV1PypCH0NALmF-kTtmATiy6_AbSQof2g4GXh1SlgICwt6fkQVjm6Euu5WwFfxNreSTKvByfSFHRc5K6JzJ5KhUPuBL/s1600-h/dad+n+me.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123014672240929282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoFWpPSwiqEie6zcKE3H4nQ7iCdvLiZDVGf4K4oD5X1MrADbzM2yV1PypCH0NALmF-kTtmATiy6_AbSQof2g4GXh1SlgICwt6fkQVjm6Euu5WwFfxNreSTKvByfSFHRc5K6JzJ5KhUPuBL/s320/dad+n+me.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So we would practice my wedding dance late in the night.<br />I could see his eyes grow moist as his heart would cry.<br />My darling grew up so fast, he would always say...<br /><br />We would have cake together behind my mom’s back.<br />Then enjoy a cup of coffee at 4 in the morning,<br />Only to get up late next day, and find my mom screaming over the kitchen mess.<br />With him I could live,<br />I could breathe, I could dance my dream.<br />I never worried what’s written for me...<br /><br />Until time rolled by and I found my prince<br />He who made me mature to a queen...<br />Today this queen stands betrothed,<br />And tomorrow I shall leave<br /><br />I have only today daddy,<br />And I don’t wanna let go...<br />Until time unwinds,<br />Today I’ll just have a ride<br />People say marriage is a woman’s second birth<br />And before I would realize it<br />I will be born again<br />And that day, I shall dance with my dad.<br />My last dance, as his princess…<br />His princess I shall always be…</strong></span></em></span></div>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-47739913212537516332007-10-10T13:05:00.000-07:002007-10-10T13:17:15.023-07:00Under a Deathline...<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;">96 people have died till now in accidents involving <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Blueline</span> buses. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Deathlines</span>, they are called these days. Of all the parents who lost their children, of all the children who lost their parents, I dedicate this poem to all who passed away. May their souls rest in peace.<br /><br />I have written the following poem from the perspective of a father who lost his only son to a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">deathline</span>.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;">Its all dark, the sky is blue<br />And I am still running<br />In the hope to find him<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Coz</span> waiting on the other end<br />Is one of my dearest friends.<br /><br />My friend, my son, my life<br />Ruthlessness finished his journey<br />I have to finish this race, he says<br />How do I do it without him now?<br />Its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">wasn</span>’t one person who took him away<br />It is the system I am a part of<br />It is the hatred I belong to<br />It is the air that I blew once<br /><br />Today I lost a piece of my heart<br />To the system, that will mellow down<br />In a tiny newspaper article<br />How we succumb to our own miseries<br />Today, tomorrow and as the days follow<br />Fake promises made, we swallow pain<br />As time goes by in melancholy…<br /><br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">couldn't</span> meet him at his end,<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Couldn't</span> take him in my arms and tell him how much I loved him<br />It might take me a while to reach where he is<br />Although my life finished with him..<br />Under a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Deathline</span>…<br /><br />If only wishes came true….<br />I miss you son….<br />Love,<br />Dad</span></div>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-74785841914871505272007-09-16T11:54:00.000-07:002007-09-16T12:12:06.348-07:00Un-Understood<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>UN- UNDERSTOOD<br /><br />Ever since I felt love<br />It was only you<br />with me or without<br />From this love</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>I did learn pain</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>And grew from it …</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"><strong>This beauty, un-understood…<br />Like you cannot see the wind<br />But you can feel it<br />I could feel your love…<br />This feeling, un-understood…<br />Until I found you<br />Now my heart feels complete<br />With the love we share<br />With the ways you care<br />I am living a dream<br />N My heart fears an end<br />Which I might not survive<br />Don’t know how much I need you<br />But when I close my eyes<br />N think of you<br />My heart starts to cry<br />Not of pain… but love<br />Coz there is a secret nobody knows<br />The wonder that’s keeping the stars apart<br />I carry your heart<br />I carry it in my heart…</strong></span></div>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-66440054209233504392007-08-31T15:08:00.000-07:002007-08-31T15:13:24.723-07:00I carry your heart<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">here is a poem by the famous poet E.E.Cummings . this poem is very close to my heart and is a dedication to my beautiful little sister..<br /><br />i carry your heart with me(i carry it in<br />my heart)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">i am never without it(anywhere<br />i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done<br />by only me is your doing,my darling)<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">i fear </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;">i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)<br />and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant<br />and whatever a sun will always sing is you<br /><br />here is the deepest secret nobody knows<br />(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud<br />and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows<br />higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)<br />and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart<br /><br />i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) </span></strong>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-24320934700441187112007-08-26T14:32:00.000-07:002007-08-26T14:36:04.425-07:00For U, my friend...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong>Am resting against a pillar and its easy to fall<br />I have travelled a distance and have to go far<br />Through this journey, that I go through<br />I will need a friend like u<br />To support me, to guide me, to hold my fall<br />To be my strength when I feel small<br />In turn my friend I promise you so<br />I’ll hold your hand when you feel low.<br />And when its help you cannot find,<br />Just look back, I’ll be one step behind…</strong></span>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-73349873614024562432007-08-12T08:33:00.000-07:002007-08-12T08:46:28.297-07:00Independence day...Hey... my first poem in hindi. N since it was the first one, it had to be on something that is very close to my heart... I am a proud Indian but I have my concerns... So this poem talks of love, love for my country.<br /><br />Is swatantrata diwaz par,<br />Kitne hum aazad hue...<br />Ki aaj bhi hum darte hain,<br />Tere mere ko ladte hain.<br /><br />Ye tera kya aur mera kya,<br />Arre rehem karo un sainikon par,<br />Jo sarhadon par marte hai ,<br />Ki humara ghar aabaad rahe...<br /><br />Un topon ki ladai mein,<br />Un jismon ki katai mein,<br />Kitni jaanein gawai humne,<br />Kya kya keemat chukai humne...<br /><br />Kisi ki ma pukarti rahi,<br />Kisi ki vadhu ne aansoo piye,<br />Kisi ke bachchon ka saya utha,<br />Kisi ka pyaar adhoora raha...<br /><br />Is Do mulkon ki ladai mein,<br />Do bhai bhid gaye...<br />Koi mulk jeeta nahi,<br />Dono hi barbaad hue…<br /><br />Koi mulk jeeta nahi,<br />Dono hi barbaad hue...<br />Is swatantrita diwaz par<br />Kitne hum aazad hue…nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-57661801804519454402007-07-29T04:25:00.000-07:002007-07-29T04:35:04.145-07:00When we are alone...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#663366;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"><strong><em>When we are alone with the stars above<br />We know what joins us is love<br />Together as one, we allow each other<br />To melt in the fire that burns within.<br />To hold each other, to embrace the sin<br />The sin of love, that we could make.<br />The love that holds, until we break<br />I want to cry, but tears don’t follow<br />From the pleasure involved that makes me swallow<br /><br />The light turns blue as I see you feel<br />My words listen, as deep as can be<br />Baby, you work like music to me<br />Colouring my life, with the love we make.<br />White or red ,</em></strong></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"><strong><em>it doesn’t really matter<br />What matters is emotion ,though colours speak a lot<br />The better or worse, that drifts us apart<br />I love you with every beat of my heart.<br /></div></em></strong></span>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471774438495584891.post-75320887031895496212007-07-06T10:05:00.000-07:002007-10-21T02:20:32.552-07:00Painful joy...<div align="left">I wrote this poem the day I was leaving for MICA, Ahmedabad for my MBA. How I wished my flight would be delayed and I could spend that one extra minute with my family... </div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123717263706647234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsByUrLwaxxWQD-ikvCxssMt0MsIYRB9uyZ9YAuwokwjuGYmbLnrYPKSN8aCF_wLSCasNsx0SNA3yb-F1ES-vP1kp58DE8GtxQdWe54FEZPFBVQcTCCRrrh_sIfsD6bDrIlhlKEeGB0qUv/s320/airport.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Painful joy...<br /><br /></span>I refused to attend Pre School<br />I wanted to be home<br />With mom’s healing touch and dad’s caring soul<br />So I would cry all the way<br />And how he had dealt<br />A ‘please take me home daddy’<br />And how he would melt<br />I asked time to wait for me<br />But all in vain<br />Years grew old<br />And happiness met pain<br /><br />Pain to go away…<br />Pain to leave behind…<br />Pain to quench the thirst,<br />That an ambition could find.<br />Life had been calling, I just found out<br />So I hit the terminal before time ran out<br /><br />But as I stand alone<br />Waiting to end…<br />My heart shouts silently<br />Please take me home Daddy, please….<br /></div></em></strong>nupurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13860461697589922064noreply@blogger.com1