Friday, April 19, 2013


The undefined bond with you, dear nature is something I hold only to my heart. Not that I never wanted to share but because it is so difficult to express. I don't really know how strong our bond is and how the sun,  the moon, the clouds, the wind and the stars feel about me, but there are moments with them which have lifted my emotions.. and in fits of those emotions I have always wondered how can this friendship be strengthened.  There is ofcourse something lacking in me that this friendship never grew very strong. I wish I could feel more strongly and I so wish we could communicate.. 

For now, all I want is to thank you for all the wonderful moments you have bestowed upon me.. and seek your blessings to be able to lead a life closer to you..
This piece of writing is solely inspired by and dedicated to you.


I am lying on my bed trying to sleep,
After a day well-lived, despite the summer heat.
As I close my eyes and count my friends,
A cheerful breeze tickles underneath my ears..
It has a story to tell, about its day which went all happy after years..
Like a childhood friend it cares not and pulls me out again and again..
Unable to decipher what it says.. I go closer to the window to hear it say..
For we differ in languages we speak.. its only the rhythm that makes me stay..
Hours pass by but even after several tries.. its still the rhythm that makes me stay ..
Patience now gives its way and exasperation shows up on its face..
It turns into a violent wind..
Turbulence is all within..
With utter guilt I reach the door, to tell how I care, don't loose hope..
In vain again, it suddenly stops..
Undying silence lingers around.
Shivers run through my spine,
‘Is it over now? Will it never be fine?’
I run to the open ground, look into the dark night sky..
“Stay back!”.. my heart cries..
A gush of rain falls over my face.. and I taste the rain...I taste the rain...

p.s: yes ! rains are beautiful and tasty too ! :)
p.s: and now i know whats a nature-poem fuss all about :D

Monday, January 14, 2013

The process of Self discovery

Something I would love to share.. !

The master in the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his information and his recreation, his love and his religion. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence at whatever he does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him he's always doing both.   
~ James A. Michener

Monday, December 31, 2012

Breaking the silence! forever?


     The whole of delhi and eventually India coming together for the cause of delivering justice  the 23-year old gangrape victim reflects the courage and values the present youth of India possesses. Standing against the brutal, insensitive police force and apathetic group of leaders, withstanding water cannons, lathicharge heralded on them consistently, the intensely committed youth shook the conscience of the entire nation. It is utmost saddening that it took a life of this brave-hearted girl to awaken the souls of the citizens, but that the nation is awaken forever will be a true tribute to her sacrifice.  That we wont shut up and fight for better system, better governance and stand up against any and every injustice. That enough is enough! and gone are the days when silence was considered the best and optimum solution to keep oneself away from problems..That we as an individual will ensure safer and pleasant surrounding in every way for every individual. That we have broken the silence forever!!
    Saluting the youth of India and pledging to be one such responsible citizen, I hope and wish that defying all odds, the power and positive energy we possess will unite and multiply to give way to better, brighter, shinning  and a truly democratic INDIA..

 Here a poem by Amitabh Bachchan, a tribute of the brave-heart to whom the country will be indebted forever, a girl who didn't ask for us to be courageous but just a girl who went for a movie, boarded a bus and .. ..victimized ..

p.s: The world didn't end, but 2012 left loads on memories for indians to remember forever.
       Where the anna's  India against corruption movement awakened India's political conscience
       and the pain of the 23-year-old, our social conscience.       
p.s:  this link directs you to an insightful article on the incident.               

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Seed of time

Years pass by..and you assume 
it turned into a growing tree..
Years pass by..and you assume 
the wind of time had it slee..
Years pass by.. you never look back..
and the abandoned seed still lies there
wondering what its fate will be. 

p.s: had also thought of adding a last line .. 'for time is just a theory of relativity' :D:D would have spoiled the mood kya?? :P

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Recurrent Dreams..

The eyes open to the morning glow,
only to know it was just a dream..
The whole day passes by,
with bursts of thought..
Oh! it remained a dream...
With no memories to recall of distant love..
I live with thoughts and thoughts repose..
Telling myself it is nothing so real..
and I know I will let it go.
Then off to bed,  I slip into the quilt, 
close my eyes..and live in a dream.

p.s: this is i guess, my first so-called 'poetic' poem. I am so  proud of this one :P

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Ajmal Kasab Hanged. Period.

Oct 10, 2011: Kasab tells SC that he was brainwashed like a "robot" into committing the heinous crime in the name of "God" and that he does not deserve capital punishment owing to his young age.

Nov 21,2012: Kasab hanged in Yerawada Jail in Pune.

 But for all the merciless killings that happened during the mumbai attacks, and all the brave hearts who fought courageously to death to save innocent men, I still felt sorry for Kasab today. As I kept listening to my sister, giving me a detailed summary of the event, my heart kept softening for Kasab. May be any human heart would, for that matter. Kasab's hanging may be a completely justified political decision, but deep down, wasn't he prey to the surroundings he was brought up in? What would he have known about the world when he was brought to those terrorist training camps? An innocent child, he would have been. The highly impressionable mind of this child was then polished to serve selfish destructive ambitions. Thousands of such kasabs are brought to such camps everyday. Some fall prey and some rise to power of similar destructive missions.
Kasab as only 21 when he was arrested. When asked about his last wish he asked officials to inform his mother.

 Kasab wasn't the real culprit. He was just a tool. A tool to be used and thrown. 

The  real cause, the true devils are sitting high above all power in various forms.. laughing their teeth out at every destruction..

 A week before I watched DaVinciCode.. which also talked about merciless killings in the name of GOD. We humans fall prey to such abstract ideas so easily. It is always easier for us to believe in GOD than to believe our neighbour. We talk about liberation in different forms.  Wouldn't it be true liberation, to live the life bestowed upon us (by anyone or just no one) in peace and serenity. 

Isn't humanity above all religion, science and politics!!  

Friday, November 2, 2012

Each Day !

I aim not to be a wealthy or a successful individual.
I aim to evolve in body, mind, soul each day.
I aim not to be an epitome of humanity. I aim to be humanly each day.
I aim not to be kind. I aim to have helped someone each day.
I aim not to be rich. I aim to be enriched each day.
I aim not to be learned. I aim to learn each day.
I aim not to be great. I aim to be good enough each day.
I aim to bring out the best of myself and let not my birth be a waste.
and I wish that each day, when I go to sleep..
I smile to myself and say, "this day was well lived."

Happy living !! :)