Dear, I'm sorry
I can't hold you hands
no more;
Can't walk beside you
brushing our shoulders
no more.
Now I've a tiny hand to hold
and you too the same;
but Dear, I love you
more than ever;
for this tiny bridge
walking in between us.
write
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
A Second of a lifetime.
A second
is all it takes to dream
a thousand dreams
colored in thousand shades.
And just another second
is all life offers
for these thousand dreams to shatter
and fall into thousand salty drops.
Yet another second
is all that's needed
to gather the shreds
to thread through
another thousand dreams
draped in another thousand shades.
is all it takes to dream
a thousand dreams
colored in thousand shades.
And just another second
is all life offers
for these thousand dreams to shatter
and fall into thousand salty drops.
Yet another second
is all that's needed
to gather the shreds
to thread through
another thousand dreams
draped in another thousand shades.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
I want to sing...
I want to sing
(pardon me if you don't like my voice)
but I gotta sing
and sing is what I'm going to do
for I want to sing.
I want to sing
of lovely friends
who kept me alive
even when I died.
I want to sing
of beautiful memories
which gave me smiles
even when drowning in tears.
I want to sing
of the modest blessing
of life,
although sluggishly struggling
living it.
I want to sing
a merry song of happiness
to dispel shreds of sadness.
So,let me sing
and sing with full might.
(pardon me if you don't like my voice)
but I gotta sing
and sing is what I'm going to do
for I want to sing.
I want to sing
of lovely friends
who kept me alive
even when I died.
I want to sing
of beautiful memories
which gave me smiles
even when drowning in tears.
I want to sing
of the modest blessing
of life,
although sluggishly struggling
living it.
I want to sing
a merry song of happiness
to dispel shreds of sadness.
So,let me sing
and sing with full might.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
For My Dear Friend
Back in the primary school days when asked to write an essay,I was very calculative as to how to frame my essay paragraphs. I remember writing an essay about my BEST FRIEND back then. Lying flat on the wooden floor,chewing the tip of the pencil, I planned my essay: first paragraph will write about the size of her family and their names;second paragraph will write about her physical description; third paragraph will write about the things we do together that makes us best friends.
Back in those days, friends were more of playmates. Our immediate neighbors became our best friends albeit the differences in age. As age burdened one with more school work, the classmates became best friends. Finally creeping into adolescence, the need to maintain secrets of heart and its business we then start befriending someone who shares our interest and can maintain the locked secrets well in one's heart.
When I sit down to write about my friend, I suppress a wicked chuckle that lies buried at the base of my vocal chord; we are so different yet we are the best of friends and have been since our teenage days.
She is skinny and I'm fat(hey! maybe we can qualify for a female Laurel and Hardy duo). She is petite rat while I'm a gigantic dinosaur. She is highly learned I'm semi qualified. She has the brains while I have the heart. She is brave while I'm a chicken. She is like the altar in her house while I think I qualify for the doormat role. She is looked up by everyone around her while I'm never looked at(sigh!).She is a world different from what I'm and we both know it but whenever things happen around us, good or bad, we know the first person we think of is each other to share it with. We both know that we shall never judge each other no matter how sinfully evil we become. It amazes me how two people so different can understand each other so well.
Dear friend, on this special day( though we need no reminding) let me tell you I know I can be me with no tinge of embarrassment with you. When I die, I shall live all my blessings and my curse in your soul for we may be different but we have our fate entwined like one soul. I would never have been able to see the dawn of many of my dreadful times had you not been there with me, supporting me with just a assurance that you know what I mean. I would have exploded unable to contain my happiness in my heart had I not got your heart to share it with.
My joys have doubled and my grief lessened only because I had you as my friend. I'm lucky YOU are my friend.HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY!
Back in those days, friends were more of playmates. Our immediate neighbors became our best friends albeit the differences in age. As age burdened one with more school work, the classmates became best friends. Finally creeping into adolescence, the need to maintain secrets of heart and its business we then start befriending someone who shares our interest and can maintain the locked secrets well in one's heart.
When I sit down to write about my friend, I suppress a wicked chuckle that lies buried at the base of my vocal chord; we are so different yet we are the best of friends and have been since our teenage days.
She is skinny and I'm fat(hey! maybe we can qualify for a female Laurel and Hardy duo). She is petite rat while I'm a gigantic dinosaur. She is highly learned I'm semi qualified. She has the brains while I have the heart. She is brave while I'm a chicken. She is like the altar in her house while I think I qualify for the doormat role. She is looked up by everyone around her while I'm never looked at(sigh!).She is a world different from what I'm and we both know it but whenever things happen around us, good or bad, we know the first person we think of is each other to share it with. We both know that we shall never judge each other no matter how sinfully evil we become. It amazes me how two people so different can understand each other so well.
Dear friend, on this special day( though we need no reminding) let me tell you I know I can be me with no tinge of embarrassment with you. When I die, I shall live all my blessings and my curse in your soul for we may be different but we have our fate entwined like one soul. I would never have been able to see the dawn of many of my dreadful times had you not been there with me, supporting me with just a assurance that you know what I mean. I would have exploded unable to contain my happiness in my heart had I not got your heart to share it with.
My joys have doubled and my grief lessened only because I had you as my friend. I'm lucky YOU are my friend.HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY!
Thursday, August 4, 2011
You lose your friend....
You lose a friend when he becomes your lover and you lose your lover when he becomes your husband. This statement might be purely true based on my hazy reasoning and bears no scientific proof or valid statistics to support it. Like they say many great ideas are born in the bathroom and hence I claim that this great idea occurred to me when I was taking a shower and thinking about the coming Sunday...Friendship Day!
Listen to my justification: When we initially start our journey together we embark as friends(well,I ain't saying anything about those people who see each other on the night of their marriage;have heard of such cases too). We trust that person and he becomes our close confidante. The relation clicks and before we realize it has changed the route and reached the station called LOVE.I don't want to argue that some people believe there can never be a clean friendship between a man and a woman and I don't mean the same here, I'm just taking this path to drive home my point of reference.
Being lovers is a different journey and trust me the friendship that we thought has deepened with that new relationship actually has stomped hard on the previous relationship. Jealousy creeps in. The urge to possess creeps in. The platonic relationship calls in sick. Gone are the days of being there for each other for it changes to wanting each other.
Soon, the speed with which the wind drives the other relationship propels the duo to the next station-marriage! With this station it is as if one has reached the final destination. Complacency sits flat on the heart. Where previously concern for small details prevailed; now 'it's no big deal' feeling settles.
So, don't you think you lose the friend in him ultimately?
Whether you lose a friend when SHE becomes your lover or do you lose the lover when SHE becomes your wife, that's a new food for thought and I need to jump in the shower to get my answers to that.
Listen to my justification: When we initially start our journey together we embark as friends(well,I ain't saying anything about those people who see each other on the night of their marriage;have heard of such cases too). We trust that person and he becomes our close confidante. The relation clicks and before we realize it has changed the route and reached the station called LOVE.I don't want to argue that some people believe there can never be a clean friendship between a man and a woman and I don't mean the same here, I'm just taking this path to drive home my point of reference.
Being lovers is a different journey and trust me the friendship that we thought has deepened with that new relationship actually has stomped hard on the previous relationship. Jealousy creeps in. The urge to possess creeps in. The platonic relationship calls in sick. Gone are the days of being there for each other for it changes to wanting each other.
Soon, the speed with which the wind drives the other relationship propels the duo to the next station-marriage! With this station it is as if one has reached the final destination. Complacency sits flat on the heart. Where previously concern for small details prevailed; now 'it's no big deal' feeling settles.
So, don't you think you lose the friend in him ultimately?
Whether you lose a friend when SHE becomes your lover or do you lose the lover when SHE becomes your wife, that's a new food for thought and I need to jump in the shower to get my answers to that.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Love, ever a reality?
LOVE! I know I'm too old to even think of this topic but everytime I read or watch a movie where love is portrayed in the fashion I always dream of, I just cannot help but think of LOVE as if I just turned sweet sixteen yesterday.
With nothing better to do, I flipped through the movies available online and happened to come across a movie called DHOBIGHAT. checking the casts, I saw Aamir Khan's name and was surprised, how come I had not heard the name of a movie which had such a big star in it. Anyway, knowing that Aamir Khan's movies are almost like a gem, since he does only one movie in a year(I hope this information is true).
The movie did have Aamir Khan but it didn't have anything interesting to cling on.Other than the hero himself I didn't recognize any of the other actors in that movie.I would have clicked out the movie if only I had any other stuff to do, so I continued staring at the plot which had me sneering at one of the most highly rated actor in Bollywood. The movie ended before I could feel "that was some movie!".
I looked out of my window and the sun rays were still dancing in all its glory. The day seems to stretch like the most elastic rubber ever produced when you are bored to death. Trying to tramp on the bad taste left in my heart by that dhobighat, I clicked on another movie. (This better be good!The cast looked promising, there was Hrithik Roshan and Ashwarya Rai Bachhan).
This movie wrung my heart with its scenic beauty and I loved the entire feel of the movie. Ethan(played by Hrithik) is a quadriplegic who pleads for his death after battling with his vegetable life for twelve years. Euthanasia! (I wished I could show this movie to my students who have to deal with this topic while studying their novel GIVER). The movie touched the deepest pockets of my soul when at the end the court denies him his death but Sophiya(played by Ash), his nurse for twelve years accepts to grant him this wish.
What left a big lump in my throat was the proposal of marriage made by Ethan to Sophiya just after her acceptance of granting him his only wish-death! Watch this movie Guzarish and tell me if this beautiful scene doesn't squeeze out some tears(well, this could happen only if you understand love!).
The movie ended and this time when I looked out of my window, the sun was an orange ball mildly bouncing in the far end of the ocean. As the waves lashed its ripples I felt it was the sun crying my tears. It broke my heart to know that maybe!maybe there is such kind of love some where in the niche of this huge wide world.
Tears still peeping through the window of my soul, I then thought of the previous movie and was almost about to say that was a 'howry' movie, I jolted with complete different understanding of the movie that I had failed to see before. Dhobighat too deals with the theme of love but I didn't feel that 'cause unlike Guzaarish, the love in Dhobighat is more found in real life. There is a boy who is a dhobi who falls in love with an elite NRI who in her westernized attitude forgets that for somebody like Munna the only possible relationship between man and woman is LOVE.Then there is Mr Aamir Khan himself who plays a secluded in oneself kind of painter. His solitary life is not just the fact that he is an artists but owing to the fact that his wife has left him. Although the beautiful NRI girl is charmed by their casual 'mistake' after meeting in a party, he doesn't reciprocate in the same manner. However, this painter derives his share of love when he moves to an apartment where he finds some assortment of video tapes and other items left behind by the previous tenants. The lady in that tape records each moment of her life so that she can send it to her brother. Unknown to himself, these tapes inspires him to produce more paintings and the glow of love radiates on his face. But the movie ends with none of the character getting the love of their life. The Dhobi guy gives the new address of the painter guy to the NRI girl sacrificing his love for her. While the girl knows the painter will never love her back, the painter himself gets submerged in the agony of the the truth that the lady in the tape has committed suicide.
Such is the twists of love,it strikes at the most unlikely being at the most unlikely hour. So is love ever a reality?Or just mere plot woven to capture the heart of the audience by the writers?
With nothing better to do, I flipped through the movies available online and happened to come across a movie called DHOBIGHAT. checking the casts, I saw Aamir Khan's name and was surprised, how come I had not heard the name of a movie which had such a big star in it. Anyway, knowing that Aamir Khan's movies are almost like a gem, since he does only one movie in a year(I hope this information is true).
The movie did have Aamir Khan but it didn't have anything interesting to cling on.Other than the hero himself I didn't recognize any of the other actors in that movie.I would have clicked out the movie if only I had any other stuff to do, so I continued staring at the plot which had me sneering at one of the most highly rated actor in Bollywood. The movie ended before I could feel "that was some movie!".
I looked out of my window and the sun rays were still dancing in all its glory. The day seems to stretch like the most elastic rubber ever produced when you are bored to death. Trying to tramp on the bad taste left in my heart by that dhobighat, I clicked on another movie. (This better be good!The cast looked promising, there was Hrithik Roshan and Ashwarya Rai Bachhan).
This movie wrung my heart with its scenic beauty and I loved the entire feel of the movie. Ethan(played by Hrithik) is a quadriplegic who pleads for his death after battling with his vegetable life for twelve years. Euthanasia! (I wished I could show this movie to my students who have to deal with this topic while studying their novel GIVER). The movie touched the deepest pockets of my soul when at the end the court denies him his death but Sophiya(played by Ash), his nurse for twelve years accepts to grant him this wish.
What left a big lump in my throat was the proposal of marriage made by Ethan to Sophiya just after her acceptance of granting him his only wish-death! Watch this movie Guzarish and tell me if this beautiful scene doesn't squeeze out some tears(well, this could happen only if you understand love!).
The movie ended and this time when I looked out of my window, the sun was an orange ball mildly bouncing in the far end of the ocean. As the waves lashed its ripples I felt it was the sun crying my tears. It broke my heart to know that maybe!maybe there is such kind of love some where in the niche of this huge wide world.
Tears still peeping through the window of my soul, I then thought of the previous movie and was almost about to say that was a 'howry' movie, I jolted with complete different understanding of the movie that I had failed to see before. Dhobighat too deals with the theme of love but I didn't feel that 'cause unlike Guzaarish, the love in Dhobighat is more found in real life. There is a boy who is a dhobi who falls in love with an elite NRI who in her westernized attitude forgets that for somebody like Munna the only possible relationship between man and woman is LOVE.Then there is Mr Aamir Khan himself who plays a secluded in oneself kind of painter. His solitary life is not just the fact that he is an artists but owing to the fact that his wife has left him. Although the beautiful NRI girl is charmed by their casual 'mistake' after meeting in a party, he doesn't reciprocate in the same manner. However, this painter derives his share of love when he moves to an apartment where he finds some assortment of video tapes and other items left behind by the previous tenants. The lady in that tape records each moment of her life so that she can send it to her brother. Unknown to himself, these tapes inspires him to produce more paintings and the glow of love radiates on his face. But the movie ends with none of the character getting the love of their life. The Dhobi guy gives the new address of the painter guy to the NRI girl sacrificing his love for her. While the girl knows the painter will never love her back, the painter himself gets submerged in the agony of the the truth that the lady in the tape has committed suicide.
Such is the twists of love,it strikes at the most unlikely being at the most unlikely hour. So is love ever a reality?Or just mere plot woven to capture the heart of the audience by the writers?
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