tribute to my parents........i'm sure you feel the same way

coludn't help today's finger it just scratched through and my cereberum unable to control it's flow!.........hat's off to the greatest of all relations
honetly speaking this is an outcome of a day out where i was the subject and everyone took the job of doing anything and everything for me...........how lucky we feel then :)

lost in the winds would i be
had you not shown me the way
never mind how bloody i would be in the trees
had you not shed off your's to save every drop of mine!

full of desperacy would i be
careless talks in front of me
had you not cornered your eyes
to feel how i did;

had you not taught me
i'd blame you for not paving my way
inspite of all the pain
you left your sleep to take care of mine;

standing alone under the bright sun
unable to see
you gave me the light in the moonlit night
to see myself and i felt no more blind;

unwraped myself partly to you
 yet you know the whole story
 rolling pearls taht flow without a sound
beat against your ear like judgement day;

 what make'st you so fine,refined,divine
 and all
 when god himself is in search of them;


 be i in any cover
on the halloween night,
 your eyes know the soul
without any proof or so.........



i am delighted to have you guys as my friend,philosopher,guide,teacher,everything..........for giving me what i am and the unconditional love.......i honour you for that and jealous beacuse i'm not like you.......you'll are amazing!

have i not hurt you?
 have i not weeded on the garden soil?
have i not prayed to secure my lie?
then after all why do smile when you know i'm fine?
just one true love in life which no one can ever disapprove of
and one true ques which no one can ans........
that's the magic of humanity and every human(lucky ones) get the chance just once
even god cannot forgive to this extent!

where the relation is not bloody! :P

when the cold wild freezes mystep forward
and blood stops in it's way;
ungrateful becomes the lord
there's someone who makes my day!

when the rocks will cut hrough my leg
and make me bleed
there's someone who brings the cotton
and says 'abe yaar kitna dikhayega?'

noathing but just a log
can bear support on a stormy night
and let you feel you are stringer tahn the wind
there's someone to be my log!

as i feel soledead
and look into the mundane river
there's someone's reflection on it
taht just cheers me up

when the steps feel unstable
and feelings are not homeward
 then there's someone who'll say
"abey thodi to pili!"
and"aunty ji pata nehi baat hi nehi manta!"grrrrrrrr!

but what ever they are like pillars who stand beside us
yet never pressurise us
find joy in the worst of moments
and doesn't kill the pain but neutralises it
like eno in acidity(it also reduces pain only diff..)

in dense dark forest if i lose the way
i know when the water is sprinkled on my face
i'll have them all in front of me
my friends..........where it's not because of blood but bond.....illogical bond magical bond!


a tribute to all my wonderful friends!

THE WOODS

marching the other way
where my feet took me;
right into the woods
where life and death are uncertain!

hollow was i within
and sorrowful was my sole,
horrified was my breath
and heavenly were the woods~

cold air shivering my sole
snow covering my bone;
yet so encahnting were the woods
my destination it became so soon;

on left lay my house
so cold it seemed
and my eyes so rigid
it disapproved it's discern!

narrowed the way
as i walked cutting through the snow,
falling at times
and holding the row;

green camouflaging into white
yet holding the look so bold and true
firmly standing on it's feet
promising a mystery tonight!

the WOODS so unknown
never trodden ways
forgetting all myths
today was the day
to reach my fancy~


hysteric was the cry
the cry of something
dreadful depth of the woods
dealt with a lot unknown
was i near the end?

feeling wet all over me
my lazy legs startled at the cry
my eyes slowly
letting the white fade out
my body feeling the
unbearable pain
as if i were drowned!

some sprinkle of cold water
some rejoice on my eyes opening
and finally some coffee with Edward,
my humble neighbour
who out of boredom had spotted me
losing control and down went i into the snow
which lay on me all covered!

some mysteries do happen without our knowledge~

stars high up........bleed it!

looking up into the sky
i didn't see my face(astronomy),
looking down into the water
i could see it!

so shall i say
look below goes your past
look up the future's yet to come!

the sky line sinking
into bright flashes
and sometimes
blossomed red
yet again
wholesome grumpy dark!

where white fades into blue
and i see the jet already lost
i can only see the fading behind
telling that the past will fade
it's the forward that matters.........

holding my breadth
and closing my eyes
i could see nothing but yellow and green....
......i let me breath
cause i felt the fear of death!

oh so simple at times we
feel things are
but without pain
we stand nowhere;

stars up there
where my future is yet unsaid,
each one bright and nice
looking upon me
saying 'i send some light to you
in a few light years it shall be there!'

paradoxical it is
as i can hear it
and the light is yet to come!

bleed ed it upon itself
to let the white be out,
burnt it had itself
to let us know it's existence....

and we being mere feeders
of such luxury
spoilt to ecstasy
will believe sit we
and the sky will come to us!

rolled on the sky those
little ones,
so many of them
but shined only the
burnt ones......
the rest lay back as black holes
or so i suppose
know we not even of such
yet we look up to the chosen ones
to spoil ourselves
and bathed be in the moon's glow!

in a furry and
in the frenzy
losing my balance
i tripped upon the terrace and fell.....

.....a nail upon my arm
so far it went
bleed i my natural red
seem th the star smiled and said
'you'll learn like this
just face it today!'
by the time it's light reaches me I'll have learnt some......I'm sure!till then best of luck on the milky way!

mood(micro operating oderly disorder)

in short 'no karon madness'.......anything anytime!gosh at time we don't even know why?!!!!!!not going out can make us moody i guess!......taht's too bad.......well i was just guessing
hold on u too feel moody and don't know the reason is it?well soumanti does!i know and u'll. choose anonymous and write ur names so we know ho all face this traumatic stpid thing........yet i love myself the way i am!:P must better up ourselves always!i agree though.
just at times when we are not too sure of what we want and what will happen in near futur we often teke refuge in shelling it out and bring thunderstorm on others........and if it's in small quantities things don't bring up storms but parents may just say 'why' ......... had i known what was happening i'd control........well it's all so bad!our apprehensions can actually fail us!or so my analysis is wrong.........thought of it a long time........didn't get to the reason!.......any suggestions?except yoga and meditation!.......the usual ones though they work wonders!......need reflectors............jot up ur suggestions!

pierre cardin

once when i was just in class five
my father gave me a pen so fine,               
the clock said  it was time to dine
and my pen count was just nine;

placest this pen so close
when i went to bed,                                
i woke up to see whether it rose
                                                                                    and admired it's colour so very red!

blushed the rose like my pen
or shall it be the other way my friend?

clasping it so delicately
and dreading it's fall.....
friends thought me to be malicious
and replied passively to my call :(

darling it was to me
but who beholds the future to sow?
alas!lost my little pen i thought
and cried till the oceans themselves cried dry~

hollow was my sole
when came into my room
the gift er of the pen,
parting the curls on my forehead
he stood with another of those blushing pens;

i thought he had found it then......
'take it' darling
'it keeps the same love that the earlier one bore'
and my flooded eyes looked up into his
'father i have no right to hold another any more!'whispered my sole
holding me by my shoulders said he
'looke at you, this is all i owe.....
......your pain be the witness
......how much you curse yourself
......and how much you care for my love'
then i knew all he meant;
leaving the pen behind
just before he left,
and now I'll make it mine
give it an identity
so it never wants to get lost!

and yet again life had swept by me
tearing me apart
and weaving me to see
a better me with regards,

after all if at all i lose all i have
'the love that it bears will always be mine
for it was never the red's property'
all i know is there's something called responsibility
and i will be there when it's my turn!

the florist

trod ding the trodden streets, many of us haven't taken note of some beautiful things we miss on

 here's one


as i walked down the streets,
my heavy heart noticed
a figure in the dark
near the corner,the martyr's corner;

some lazy light shone on her face
scorched by the daily sun,
some strokes of  smoky hair lay on her forehead
which she persistently tried removing,
her hands as thin as a candle
yet so young and pure
too weary of work
but still ready to yield to more,
her dress so well stitched
and pinned in the right places
as if it were her ornament,
and her pretty face of which i only caught a glimpse
was silently speaking!.......

a beauty i believe in heaven or on earth
shall not be so easily misused
as this one....

i scratched my pocket
to struggle with some penny
Alas!in vein
i could only watch her life go on and i did!

the pretty face had still hope
hope of selling yet some more,
hope of returning with food,
hope which started every morning
and never died with the night!

a speeding car stopped by the flower shop
a man(the richest one) walked over
stood there in silence
and suddenly lay his hands on hers
most strikingly she fumbled
lowering her head
she guarded her discomfort
in the night sky it was easier
her frozen lips whispering
'what had made such a man
cometh my place
hollow my sole
yet have i many floweers
to offer the
orchid,blossom or rose?'
'you' answered the hard hearted man;
very swiftly he had moved
a little into the shop
and glorified his character;
pulling her by the neck
with the other hand he
caught the basket that she'd make
'see ya next time
when the night is lonelier!'grinned the man;
'seeth sier'she replied
and sank into the chair beside
with her heart in her hand
and turning breathless;

the pretty face almost
broke into tears
her face so downtrodden
her limbs so weak
yet her conscience so alive
her morals so living;

on an orchid which saw her tear fall
caught one it seemed
she stared at it
and said "yes ye rightee
am i to lose hope
my husband shall
dieyee off ill'
she knitted her hands
one on top of the other
and recited her prayers;

another stranger stopped by her........

as the streets were washed away
of its dirt every moment
by the relentless rains,
so did her hands wipe off
her fears
her tears
and yet again she was ready for
another torture!.........
i don't pity her
i adore her!

here she strives through life
begging
and i cry over simple
unravelled life......
i owe her something
gratitude.