Hope
July 21, 2015
For I won’t be back for a long, long time.
Even if the distractions are many and the memories are few.
For I will feel your fragrance in the wind
And wait for the day when the whispers bring me back to you.
I never thought that I will desire the unsaid
But the silences make me restless and broken.
To know that you will feel my absence
When the nights are lonely and the lips are distant.
For the hope will keep me going
And help me survive one more day...
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Email this postUntitled Poem - Life
June 17, 2013
If change is only constant, and death, an ultimate solution,
Along one lonely road, you slowly lose yourself,
with a desire to earn the mountains of wealth!
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Email this postMemories Are a Persistent Lot
December 24, 2012
“What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment
that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.”
There is something infuriating about memories and recollections and there is something “un-put-down-able” about them. However, as L.M. Montgomery stated in her novel The Story Girl, “Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.” Memories can be a beautiful dream or the worst nightmare, I chose to pen down the former today!
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Email this postWe -The Real Strugglers
January 12, 2012
Each of us is a Mujahid. A struggler!
Although, terrorism, geographical issues and troubles across the boundaries may
have covered a large space of the empty canvas but a few corners are still left
unsettled and obscure.
We all are justice fighters. We fight to meet the targets at office, for that extra dose of blessings from thousands of spiritual babas, to catch a public transport to reach at workplace, to make a special place among employees at office, to search friends and the uncertainty of the future. It is human instinct to fight, to move on with the little baggage called struggle.
The struggle for a man to keep his kids and wife happy with whatever petite amount of salary he gets, the struggle for a girl to look as best as she can in front of her latest crush, the struggle for a bowler to pitch the ball in the correct place, the struggle for Sachin Tendulkar to make that “century,” the struggle for a small kid who lost his parents in a car accident and the chronic struggle of an old man to recollect the memories that bring smile to his face can never be gauged.
The craving of an orphan to find a refuge and warm hug when thunder strikes and the frenzied search of a father to arrange blood for his kid lying in a critical condition are more heartrending missions than the terror-mongers or Congress and BJP struggling to win the elections.
Salute yourself while you survive with a smile even after constant struggles and remember that life goes on while we struggle to solve its mysteries!
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Email this postDelhi: It’s My Way or the Highway!
October 28, 2011
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Email this postJagjit Singh - A Tribute
October 10, 2011
Known for his rich baritone and intricate “aalaps,” Jagjit’s voice ruled the music industry and that is reason why he was, is and will always remain “the Ghazal King”. His songs like “Hosh Waalon Ko Khabar Kya” and “Yeh Daulat Bhi,”, teleport listeners to a place of musical nirvana. Here are some of the interesting Ghazals of the King that still provide peace and harmony to listeners.
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Email this postMy Favorites by RUMI
June 21, 2011
Don't go back to sleep
You must ask
For what you really want
Don't go back to sleep
People are going back and forth
Across the doorsill
Where the two worlds touch
The door is round and open
Don't go back to sleep
into a cup for others to drink wine from.
In this town somewhere there sits a calm,
intelligent person
who doesn't know what he's about to do!
Admit that love has in it all the righteousness
that we need.
and be numb enough to call some low
desire a holy name.
Live as evidence that there is a way
from wanting to longing.
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When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
and the difference between them.
And the snow brings me even closer to your lips.
The inner secret, that which was never born
you are that freshness, and I am with you now
I can't explain the goings, or the comings.
You enter suddenly, and I am
nowhere again. Inside the majesty.
Don't try to see through the distances.
That's not for human beings
Move within but don't move
The way that fear makes you move.
There is a field. I'll meet you there
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
doesn't make any sense.
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Email this post"Still I rise" by Maya Angleou
July 14, 2009
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
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Email this postThe Will To Win...
June 28, 2009
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and your sleep for it
If only desire of it
Makes you quite mad enough
Never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry
and cheap for it
If life seems all empty and useless without it
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,
If gladly you'll sweat for it,
Fret for it, Plan for it
With all your capacity,
Strength and sagacity,
Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity
If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt,
Nor sickness nor pain
Of body or brain
Can turn you away from the thing that you want
You'll get it!
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