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Thursday, February 17, 2005
I'm An Adopted Son Of Tears

The first tear that came from my eyes,is still my best friend,
it consoles me whenever i feel like i have reached the end,
it gives me company whenever i feel lonely in the night,
once it comes out,like a feather my heart becomes light.

Sitting in darkness,every night i search for you in my tears,
they welcome my steps as i walk up and down the stairs,
like a haunted soul,i just wander about and sit on a chair,
as i close my eyes,my lips move to offer you another prayer.

So many dreams i had dreamt of being with you till the end,
living a life happily with you being my wife and best friend,
never did i wish to see a tear from your mesmerizing eyes,
i would do anything,even give up my life to end your cries.

With so much of love to give,i thought you will forever stay,
but all you did was to move away from me,only to betray,
though you stayed only for a while,you still hold control,
over my heart,and the love that lives deep within my soul.

Be it happiness or sadness,a tear is always there in my eye,
b'coz i still remember the day when you left me high and dry,
when i saw you for the very first time,out of joy i just cried,
when u left me alone,another tear rolled out and i just died.

Though you have abandoned me,you still live in my prayers,
the tear you left behind,consoles when no one else cares,
the pain of my broken heart will cripple me over the years,
still i won't feel alone anymore b'coz now "I'm An Adopted Son Of Tears".. .. ..


Forever Yours
Nobody was I, and, had nowhere to go,
Till you came aside and took me along;
You enlightened me with your dreams,
And gave me a reason to pull astrong.

When the tides were high at the break of dawn,
Rain kept falling but the rainbow was gone,
When the lows were high and the highs were low,
You never let me stop & you never let me know...

You smiled.. .. .. an angelic ever-lasting smile,
The smile that brought you so near to me;
Don't ever.. .. .. let me find you gone,
For that shall mean an end for me!!!

We came ashore from different directions,
It was Lord's will –That brought us together in Love,
With you time has flown so fast and now -I only pray.. .. ..
That we soon get to start our life's journey -
Where today n' tomorrow shall become 'Forever'.. .. ..


Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Innocent dreams, golden heart, rested on thy shattered past,
Sensing the role of freedom above, freed thyself with unchained Love.
Entered thy fantasies, which were mild,
Drove out thy fears, which were wild,

Revealed stories that were untold,
Unfurled mysteries that were on-hold,
Blessed with Love, serene seemed Life,
With newfound happiness there was no strife,

Till… time played itself dirty again,
And re-played scenes, which were slain….
Innocent dreams, golden heart, rested, again, on thy shattered past,
Sensing that freedom was not above, freed thyself of the unchained Love.


Friday, January 28, 2005

Why i am sad, that i am not the one to make u happy?

Why my heart is so filled with love?

why is it that I miss you, still I am Happy?

Why I want you & at the same time I want what you want?

Why is it the more I want to hate you, the emore I love you?

Why is it that I have million questions & all of them answered at the same time?

Is it what you call a TRUE LOVE, an eternal one!


Adieu !

i am retiring...
from the retiredment.
i am getting up...
from a deep sleep.
i am now rising...
from death bed.

No looking back...
from acute angles.
No nostalgic feeling...
from old albums.
No running anymore...
from own fears.

A new begining.. .. ..
Open sky beckons you.. .. ..
Grow beyond imagination.. .. ..
Grab it all, hands widespread.. .. ..
No stopping here onwards.. .. ..

No limits, no barriers,
no fear, no shame.. .. ..
"Have faith!" be brave.. .. ..
Say Hello to come whatever.. .. ..
Say bye to gone might whatever.. .. ..
Stay ahead, stay together.. .. ..
what, If not now? forever.. .. ..


Ek Poem:

Don't dig my grave Oh Dear!
When i am not there.
Just plant a seed. that will bloom to flowers,
to tell you my story!

Nourish the plant with care,
as it is my desire,
that shall soar to the sky, see the sunlight,
provide shadow to others!

When i am not here,
i would want to be everywhere,
In every dream, every prayer,
every action, every heart!

o! Never miss me,
or i will miss you too.
Never weep over my thoughts,
for i will cry too!

I am what you are,
i am doing what you are, so do what i want to.
I want smiles, i want peace,
i want all the Good for all!


Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Live Again n Love Again!

For those tears n pain
For the shattered dream
For the darkness n heartache
For those sleepless nights.....

I lived again and I loved again
To seek that golden heart of mine
And the tender touch
And the eternal beauty within

I laughed again
As I never laughed before
For the joy n pleasure
For the Sunshine n rain

My heart is a rainbow
Now you will find all seven colors
As it waited l-o-n-g
For caring n supporting others

Unconditional is the gift
To love and to give
As you know now
Nothing forever persists

Whether to hold a grudge
Or a deep wounded ache
As time passes by
Me forgets and forgives

'Coz we live again we love again.. .. ..

Saturday, January 08, 2005
Raincoat : The gift of Magi

A pick from a friend's online diary (for it's sensibly realistic (?) touch to the construed nitty-gritties of a TRUE love story ! See me greatly overwhelmed by the Raincoat theme here...)

Walking on the busy streets,
dysphoric, tired
wet with the falling droplets
imbrued, soaked

A finger on the doorbell,
sound and then silence
a knock on the door,
and finally a reply

I wish I never saw her,
wish the looks were allusive
she was still very beautiful,
only if there were more light

lonely in the austere mansion,
husband away for work
the old memories blowing,
touching hearts in their way

What if I had the courage,
to fight for her, beg for her
what if she had the patience,
to wait for me, trust me

No one would admit,
the sufferings of life
my life is for you,
and you gave your life to me

I bid her adieu,
and walked towards the bus
the droplets making sounds,
one, falling on the Raincoat

The story is inspired from the O. Henry classic, 'The gift of Magi'. The movie however, goes a step extra as the characters here are childhood buddy seperated by time. They are bound by memories and nothing else and yet, one sacrifices everything for the other. A splendid saga sealed with immaculate acting skills by two wonderful actors. A must watch movie for all those who think Aishwarya can only look beautiful. With minimal make-up, if there is any positive make-up, she looks gorgeous.

Tuesday, May 11, 2004
An Unusual Story

The 479-word story consists only of words beginning with a 'W' and only 17
of those words are hyphenated compounds.

'Warm weather, Walter! Welcome warm weather! We were wishing winter would
wane, weren't we?'

'We were well wearied with waiting,' whispered Waiter wearily. Wan,white,
woe-begone was Walter; wayward, willful, worn with weakness, wasted, waxing
weaker whenever winter's wild, withering winds were wailing. Wholly without
waywardness was Winifred, Walter's wise, womanly watcher, who, with winsome,
wooing way, was well-beloved.

'We won't wait, Walter; while weather's warm we'll wander where woodlands
wave, won't we?'

Walter's wanton wretchedness wholly waned. 'Why, Winnie, we'll walk where we
went when we were with Willie; we'll weave wildflower wreaths, watch woodmen
working; woodlice, worms wriggling; windmills whirling; watermills wheeling;
we will win wild whortleberries, witness wheat winnowed.'

Wisbeach woods were wild with wildflowers; warm, westerly winds whispered
where willows were waving; wood-pigeons, wrens, woodpeckers were warbling
wild woodnotes. Where Wisbeach water-mill's waters, which were wholly
waveless, widened, were waterlilies, waxen white. Winifred wove wreaths with
woodbine, whitehorn, wallflowers; whilst Walter whittled wooden wedges with
willow wands.

Wholly without warning, wild wet winds woke within Wisbeach woods, whistling
where Winifred wandered with Walter; weeping willows were wailing weirdly;
waging war with wind-tossed waters. Winifred's wary watchfulness waked.

'Walter, we won't wait.'

'Which way, Winnie?'

Winifred wavered. 'Why, where were we wandering? Wisbeach woods widen
whichever way we walk. Where's Wisbeach white wicket, where's Winston's

WistfuIly, Walter witnessed Winifred's wonder. 'Winnie, Winnie, we were
wrong, wholly wrong; wandering within wild ways. Wayfaring weather-beaten
waifs, well-nigh worn-out.'

Winifred waited where, within wattled woodwork walls, wagons, wheelbarrows,
wains were waiting, weighty with withered wood. Walter, warmly wrapped with
Winifred's well-worn wadded waterproof, was wailing woefully, wholly
wearied. Winnie, who, worn with watching, well-nigh weeping, was wistfully,
wakefully waiting Willie's well-known whistle, wholly wished Walter's
well-being warranted.

With well-timed wisdom, Walter was wound with wide,worsted wrappers, which
wonderfully well withstood winter's withering, whistling winds. Wholly
without warm wrappers was Winifred, who, with womanly wisdom, was watching
Walter's welfare, warding Walter's weakness.

'When will Willie wend where we wait?' wearily wondered Walter.

'Whist, Walter,' whispered Winnie, 'who was whooping?'


Welcome whistling was waking Wisbeach woods when winter's windy warfare
waxed weaker.

'Winnie! Walter!'

Winifred's wakefulness was well-grounded. 'We're well, Willie; we're where
Winston's wagons wait.' Without waiting, Willie was within Winston's
woodwork walls.

'Welcome, welcome, Willie.' Winnie was weeping with weariness with watching
Walter, weak with wayfaring.

'Why Winnie! Wise, watchful, warm-hearted Winnie,' Willie whispered
wheedlingly. 'We won't weep; Walter's well. What was Walter without Winnie?'

Wholly wonderful was Winifred's well-timed womanly wisdom, which well
warranted weakly Walter's welfare. Whenever wandering within Wisbeach woods
with Winnie, Walter would whisper, 'What was Walter without Winnie? Wise,
watchful, warm-hearted Winnie!'


By Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
but make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
or being hated, don't give way to hating,
and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master,
if you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
if you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
and treat those two impostors just the same;
if you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
and lose, and start again at your beginnings
and never breathe a word about your loss;
if you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
to serve your turn long after they are gone,
and so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
or walk with kings-nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
if all men count with you, but none too much,
if you can fill the unforgiving minute
with sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son!

Wednesday, April 14, 2004
A nice pick from a friend's blog...

A Little House Cleaning

Last Week I threw out Worrying,
it was getting old and in the way.
It kept me from being me;
I couldn't do things my way.

I threw out those Inhibitions;
they were just crowding me out.
Made room for my New Growth,
got rid of my old dreams and doubts.

I threw out a book on MY PAST
(didn't have time to read it anyway).
Replaced it with New Goals,
started reading it today.

I threw out childhood toys
(remember how I treasured them so)?
Got me a NEW PHILOSOPHY too,
threw out the one from long ago.

Bought in some new books too,
called I CAN, I WILL, and I MUST.
Threw out I might, I think and I ought.
WOW, You should've seen the dust.

I ran across an OLD FRIEND,
haven't seen him in a while.
I believe his name is GOD,
Yes, I really like His style.

He helped me to do some cleaning
and added some thing's Himself.
Yes I placed them right on the shelf.

I picked up this special thing
and placed it at the front door.
I FOUND IT - its called PEACE.
Nothing gets me down anymore.

Yes, I've got my house looking nice.
Looks good around the place.
For things like Worry and Trouble
there just isn't any place.

Its good to do a little house cleaning,
get rid of the old things on the shelf.
It sure makes things brighter;
maybe you should TRY IT YOURSELF.