Since now i have learnt many movements
but still i dont know to which movement i can subscribe to
a bit perplexed here

Gitanjali

        I know not how thou singest, my master! I ever listen in silent amazement
        The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy music breaks through stony obstacles and rushes on.
        My heart longs to join thy song, but vainly struggles for a voice. I would speak, but speech breaks not into song, and I cry out baffled. Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

--RABINDRANATH TAGORE 

....

when time moves on, our priorities change.
people always say "friendship remains the same.
where ever they go, they will remain friends for ever.."
but i cannot agree with that...

if a person merges with the busy life and forgetting all the old tales,
i cannot call the relationship a pure zeal of friendship.
often friendship never relays on distance, if two people are "friends".
it depends on how seriously that person takes the relationship.
people often forget yesterdays. they hunt for new friends when they get bored with the old allies..
when they realize and come back, we can call it a real friendship.
if not, its fake...

heading for the hills

Droplets falling from heaven
My thoughts are heading for the hills
They have come to a halt at my childhood
Oh, that's a sudden stop.

Woven by my brother, childhood was the prettiest time
Butterflying with him was my best loved pastime
Hunting for new places always resulted in the same stamping ground.
But river always fascinated me with her cuddling ways
She offered me her petals of water.

To make me happy, brother flipped little waves; springing as colored images.
Tiny sprinkles touching my innocent cheeks,
gave me breezy essence
Imprinting in my mind those sparkling drops,
formed the shape of waning crescent.

My little skirt hugged the wavy rhythm of life
Swaying like a flower who was thrown up by the breeze,
I grabbed the hands of my brother
and walked through the itinerary of happiness.

Mind as well as body suffused in the chillness of age
I lost my sense somewhere between the pebbles
Regaining it, i stood at the bank of memories
Staring at the black and white memories flowing through the river
I found that nothing was left
Petrified in the years of grief, i dropped off my innocence
And merged with the rest
Fleeing with time those tiny waves waved goodbye to me forever...

p.s: a poem based on the below given picture,written for writers' forum contest. got inspiration from this picture,because water always tempts me.

Mullaperiyar- burning inside

I have been asked to publish this article...It is a worth try i guess. Even my life is also in danger :P


For those who still think "Mullaperiyar" issue is a regional one, For those who wont see anything even it is visible... What will happen to Kerala and South India if Mullaperiyar Dam... breaks? 


1) Under water sea cable for internet connectivity connects India to rest of the world , thats only in Cochin. If Cochin Goes Down, South Indian IT Hub will come to a stand still. All the gateway CISCO rout...ers , switches etc in Kakkanad will float in Arabian Ocean. IP packets from Bangalore, chennai etc will not cross the ocea...n....... 

2) Cochin Refineries - Which refines petroleum products and services most of South India. If it is washed away, TamilNadu, Karnataka and Andhra has to find much more expensive options for Petroleum Refineries. 

3) Kerala will be in complete darkness for ages, no TV, no Internet, no Mobile towers, once the Idukki hydro electric power plant is washed away, resulting from Mullaperiyar collapse.

4) Kerala... will be divided into 2 lands, impacting geography of India, and washing away an area of vast bio diversity, along with 30 lakh people. Serving rest of the people with food and other stuffs will be an extremely tedious task.

5) Port City of Cochin, will not be in world map anymore. Vallarpadam port will be a history, all of South India has to again depend on Colombo for Mother ships , a very expensive option.

6) Tamil Nadu will not get water for irrigation or drinking anymore, as stored water in Mullaperiyar dam will flow to the ocean, when the dam collapses.

7) Along its course, the water current will wash Idukki Dam, and many many Industries , Factories, IT Parks, Hospitals, Ports, Cochin City, temples, mosques, churches etc etc to the Arabian Ocean.

8) A disaster 180 times terrific than Hiroshima. This is not exaggeration. Spread this, my friends. Information is power. Kerala as well as Tamil Nadu are stakeholders in this issue. More than us, its normal Tamil people(excluding power-hungry politicians) who need such info. We need our brothers and sisters across the border to pressurize their own politicians to consider this as a humanitarian crisis, rather than an inter-state dispute.

The Verities

100 verities!!!


1. Last beverage – evening coffee
2. Last phone call- Anandhu
3. Last text message – Anandhu
4. Last song you listened to – snehathin poonchola theerathil from pappayude swantham appus
5. Last time you cried – when things turned upside down(always happen)


HAVE YOU EVER
6.Dated someone twice? – No
7. Been cheated on? – Maybe
8. Cried yourself to sleep? – many times...sometimes crying makes me sleep
9. Lost someone special? – No
10. Been depressed? – Yes
11. Seen ghosts – No
12.LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS- green,purple,black


THIS YEAR HAVE YOU
15.Made new friends – Yes
16. Fallen out of love – No
17. Laughed until you cried – yes,,,i always wish 
18. Met someone who changed you – no
19. Found out who your true friends were – absolutely, this year has shown me my ever-time best buddies and also pseuds too
20. Found out someone was talking about you – Yes
21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list - no
22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life ? – almost
23. How many kids do you want to have – none,because am still a child;)
24. Do you have any pets – many, a dog, cat and kitten,then many birds who visit my home
25. Do you want to change your name – sometimes


26. What did you do for your last birthday – now my birthday falls in between exams...so busy with studies.
27. What time did you wake up today – 5.40 am(so early )
28. What were you doing at midnight last night – i was in deep sleep, might be dreaming too
29. Name something you CANNOT wait for – last day in my college
30. Last time you saw your father – now


31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life – my laziness. if am not lazy, i would become a person whom i want to become.
32. What are you listening to right now – crickets' sound
33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom - yes. i have a teacher in this name.
34. What's getting on your nerves right now?- oye, i want to sleep
36. Whats your real name - Aishwarya K R
37. Relationship Status – single
38. Zodiac sign - Scorpio with sting
39. Male or female – Female
40. Natural Hair color? - Black
41. Hair color now – Black
42. Pet Peeve – my mood
43. Need Glasses- no
44. Long or short – clear
45. Height - oh 6 feet...hihihi i cannot imagine such a height. i want to say i am 6 feet,but unfortunately i am 5"2 :P


46. Do you have a crush on someone – Yes...in 3rd standard i saw vijay's movie for the first time...from then i wanted to marry him...
47. What do you like about yourself? – that's a dullard question. sometimes i like myself the most.but at times the reverse. i couldn't figure out one thing i like about myself.
48. Piercings – yes
49. Tattoos – No
50. Righty or lefty – Righty:)


FIRSTS.
51. First surgery – NA
52. First piercing – when i was too young, pierced my ears
53. First tattoo - oh i dont want one.
54. First best friend – in LKG, my first best friend was mithra.
55. First sport you joined – frog jump
56. First pet – cat
57. First vacation – my home
59. First crush- Vijay
60. First alcoholic drink – not yet


RIGHT NOW.
61. Eating – kitkat
62. Wearing – a short and a top.
63. I'm about to - dream
64. Speaking to – None
65. Waiting to – sleep..because i love sleeping. in sleep u never remember your sorrows and also can dream the "impossibles" 
66. Want kids? – Nooo..not at all
67. Want to get married? – mm..may be
68. Careers in mind? – IAS,teacher, environmentalist


WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?
69. Lips or eyes – both
70. Hugs or kisses – hug
71. Shorter or taller- i like tall people because am short
72. Older or Younger – older
73. Romantic or spontaneous – what do you think, i prefer romantic ones.
74. Nice stomach or nice arms – nice arms
75. Tattoos or piercings- nothing
76. Sensitive or loud- sensitive!!!nooooooooo because am very sensitive one is enough.loud- i dont like such persons. so i omit both
77. Hook-up or relationship – relationship, because at any time you can unhook. then what is the point in hooking up?
78. Trouble maker or hesitant- why should the other one being a trouble maker if am there
i do not like to hesitate about anything. so no hesitant. i prefer a moderate one.


HAVE YOU EVER.
79. Kissed a stranger – no
80. Drank hard liquor - no!!!
81. Lost glasses/contacts – no
82. Sex on first date – No.
83. Broken someones heart –  many (at school)
84. Had your own heart broken –no heart at all...so how can one break mine?
85. Been arrested?- Nope
86. Turned someone down - yes
87. Cried when someone died - Yes
88. Got someone into trouble intentionally – No


DO YOU BELIEVE IN
89. Yourself -sure
90. Miracles – certainly
91. Love at first sight – No
92. Heaven – yes
93. Santa Claus –Yes
94. Kissing on the first date? - No
95. Angels – Yes


ANSWER TRUTHFULLY.
96. Is there one person you want to be with right now? – Yes...
97. Had more than one boyfriend/ girlfriend at one time? – no
98. Do you believe it’s possible to remain faithful forever? – Yes.
99. What's the one thing you cannot live without? – many things
100. Posting this as 100 truths? – yes


courtsey: gautham

Passion shall address your grief.
Look for what you have now and look for the have-nots too

dedicated to......

FACEBOOK

Just now I deactivated my Facebook account. I feel much more relived. I am now free from all the worries somehow connected with FB. Facebook- where people peep into others matters and disturbing themselves. Like, that cerin doesn't talk to me. she always contacts manu for everything. Theja didn like my status.............the list goes on

Somehow it has turned  up to be a gossip column. I doubt I was addicted to FB for a while. Consciously I deactivated it. one major use of FB is that it reminds us the birthdays of our friends. I thank fb for that. I usually dont remember birthdays. Many times my friends pissed me off for not wishing them. FB reminds each and everyone's birthday, even mine too.

Having a long list of friends, not exchanging a single hi once in a year. Then what is the meaning of such a long list??? Before deactivating my account, I deleted many because I couldn't say hi because of some egotistic aspects. They might be my acquaintance but not close friends.So my FB changed to a close friends circle.
Again I became bored with the petty dust-ups. So decided to deactivate my account.
Its funny that I can reactivate it at any time.
Lets see how many days I shall live with out FB!!!

blog,
      dear i had forgotten u for a while. but i am back to chew you once more. now you taste delicious than before. i was completely immersed in Facebook and she made me spellbound. i am sorry i never meant to hurt you. i will never ever do this again. it was my mistake. even though i couldn't post anything, i could have visited you once in a while.
please forgive me once....sorry
regards,
nila

automatic

coffee tasted salty 

 buzzing sound heard by

dad's sound echoing

impressive rain outside dancing with the rhythm of wind

crowing of d crow suggests somebody shall visit my home

world seems to be blurred

 my thoughts rounding past across the wall

laptop in its eloquence

mobile singing the song "wake up from madness"

vehicles peddling furiously up the narrow street

barking dog peeping through the windows

p.s: automatic writing: associated with modernism 

FRIENDSHIP is not an act of play. The real nature of a 'friend' unfolds later. But the revelation may traumatize you.
Even it can be added to your experience treasure.
True friends are real blessings...:)

I am satisfied

              Once I was sitting under the Devadaru tree in the lawn with a book resting in my lap. I was reading chapter three in the book. The Book was written by my Lord. It had a dusty hard cover in which the picture of the earth was embedded. It was my Lord’s 23456^th book and it covered everything about earth. A breeze tinged the tree and a multicolored flower fell on the page.

            The Devadaru tree bloomed rainbow flowers every day. We called Devadaru as Devu, our sweet Devu. The aroma of the flowers intoxicated the flora and fauna around. The verdure was in its eloquence. Devu was the nest of innumerable birds in this spot. The cheeping and chirping of the lovely birds filled the air with their innocence. These birds were not even found on earth and they didn’t have particular names. They were called as dolls, dolls with lustrous eyes and calico feathers fixed on their wings. You would get a bird’s eye view about the place if you could stand near Devu. She enchanted everyone with her unraveling beauty. There were other trees also seen around. It might look like other trees were surrounding Devu, like protecting her from Beelzebub.

           

             Abruptly, an irresistible fire sprouted in my heart. I just blinked my eyes, to make sure that it was only my anticipation. But it lasted after the moment too. I couldn’t shrug it off from my inner vision. Gradually I began to break down the components of my desire. I realized that it was there in me from the moment I reached here. Thus it wasn’t an abrupt entrance. I heard the inner sound whispering to me that ‘I want to return to the earth.’ It began to echo in my ears. I stood up frantically when an impulse stirred my body. I yearned for my desire. But I knew I couldn’t go back because my turns were over with the last life. I had to spend the whole time here, here in my Home.

          

              I had asked my Lord many times that I wish to return to earth. But he didn’t respond at all. He used to give a smile and walked away. Whenever my companion Rain came, I usually had this thought. But now, before his arrival, I had the desire to return to my mother. He used to fill my heart with the stories that were happening in the earth. He didn’t either stay back. But he could go whenever he wanted to. I decided to meet my Lord before the Rain comes.

         

              He was sitting on the other side of lawn. He was chanting mantra while his eyes were half open. Those mantras had an effect of enchanting one’s mind. I was becharmed by his mantras. I opened my eyes when I heard his sound. He smiled at me and said “good morning my child, why are you here?  ” I said nothing and stared at his elegant eyes. Again he asked “What made you come near me? Tell me.” Suddenly an urge struck my nerves and I said “My Lord, I want to go back to earth.” He didn’t utter a word for minutes. I stood there because I would like to get an answer for my question. After a few minutes, he came near me and said “I won’t let you go away from me my child”. In these words I felt the love of a father who never wanted his child to be away from him. “Because your turn is over and you are no longer suppose to touch the earth.” He said patting his hand upon my shoulder. My tears fell on his foot.

         

              I never gave him further time to speak a word. Within no seconds I returned to the old spot and sat under Devu. I couldn’t control myself, my tears wetted The Book. The Koel came near me and sang a lullaby. My eyes easily fell in love with sleep as I was exhausted. I woke when a drizzle started to dance in the lawn. I stood up and looked for my companion Rain. I couldn’t find him, but his friends were here. ‘Where is he?’ I was frequently asking this question to myself. I sat there for almost an hour and waited. He didn’t come. I just closed my eyes and thought about him. I drew his picture from my memory. It was more than a year now. He was a gentle man with a beard that was made of water drops. It always astonished me. I never missed a chance to touch his soft watery beard. When he would become angry, drops would fall from his beard. It was the only time we could see drops drooping from his beard. 
           
              A cool breeze gently touched my cheeks. I opened my eyes and I felt the fragrance of soil, the first rain. I turned around and saw his radiant face in its wonder. He just gave me a smile like dropping flowers over me. He came near and carried me in his hands. He said “My sweet heart I missed you like hell. I want you to be with me every time.” I stared at his eyes and said “missed you too.” He placed me in a grassy cushion and glanced at me. He asked “Why are you looking so sad my love?” I remembered that he was the only person who could take me back to earth. He was a magician, who could change anything into rain drops. ‘Will he do that? I don’t know. If he wouldn’t…’ I talked to myself. His voice thrust me “What happened? Tell me dear.”

With a hesitation I said “I want to go back to earth.” He said “something was worrying you. But you know it is infinitely impossible at this moment and you know the reason.”

“I know I can do that. But turning you in to a drop will result in your complete death. Even in this way, you will not exist. I can’t change you back into a human soul if you reach the earth. The moment you reach the earth, you will die… not like the death before. And do you think the aftereffects when He comes to know about this. If it fails…” He said in low voice.

“I want to go to earth. I don’t want to hear anything. Just do it. Otherwise I won’t stay here. You know that very well. Do it if you can. Change me into drops so that I accompany you till my Death. I am happy to receive the Death. I will die in the lap of my mother and you will be with me”

“Dear, I can’t bare that. Seeing your death, how will I survive?”

“I am always with you, will always with you. I am dissolving in your soul and how will I die. As long as you live, I will also live. Only a drop shall touch the earth. The rest of my soul is with you. So that I shall become the real companion in your whole life. Please turn me to a drop dear.”

“In a way, it is right. But…”

“There is no place for but's…please.”

“Yes. I shall do it for you, for your happiness. I don’t care about the consequences.”

            He cantillated mantras and in a minute I changed into a colorless water drop and dissolved in his soul. He flew away from our Home towards earth. When the distance decreased for our destination, his heart pounded deeply. I could feel it, felt the way it was beating. His love protected me from the rays of sun. From here, I could see the earth like a mixture of green and blue spot. My mother was calling me, calling me towards her. I wish I could reach there within a spur.

          

            At last I entered the blue sky with him. I touched the green soft leaves in the trees of my mother. Slowly I met my mother and she hugged me tightly with her soft arms, with layers of soil. A part of I, died in her lap in a fraction of seconds. The rest was with my Rain. The moment I died in the lap of my mother earth was the most blissful moment of my life. I didn’t know how all these happened. It stood as a mystery for me and we moved to other world from earth…and the journey went on. I whispered in the ears of Rain “I am satisfied, I am satisfied.” 

Can I have a cup of coffee?

Can I have a cup of coffee?
A sip of coffee in the evening serves as an energy booster,isn' it?
Often, we forget to have the coffee.
Coffee may itself feel dishonored when we ignore it.
It becomes cold and loses all its flavour.
Even a  small amount of coffee has something to do in our life.
So we must pay at most attention to each and everything which helps us to survive in this world.
We should give due respect to each,even if it is a coffee.

I wonder that I am still a kid.

Some words are just shallow but hollow too...

criss cross lines

All I can say is that I am alone.
Looking at my hand,
I wonder which criss cross lines have made me to meet my drastic fate.
 Do you know,
my hand is a mount of lines...
it signifies how unlucky or sad I am
but at times I ask myself what was my fault to be born here
My fate always stalks behind me as if I were a prey


Where is my Redeemer?
do you know where He is?
may be He is rescuing somebody like me...
I know one day He shall come for me.


till, how will I survive?
situations round my neck tight
no doubt, I may sink deep in to the water, water of sorrows
My tears can drown me
they are eating my heart slowly....
at last I shall become a human statue
with no emotions, feelings or passions nor grief of my own...

nobody

I am nobody
I realised the fact that I was nobody to anyone
I thought I was somebody to everyone( dear ones)
But,it shook my heart for a while,then I regained my consciousness
Those remains are still there...
a hollow wound...

invisible vicinity

invisible sunlight
invisible radiance
invisible moon light

invisible lie
invisible shadow
invisible execution

invisible change
invisible addiction
invisible suppression

invisible day
invisible night
invisible twilight

invisible heart
invisible eyes
invisible ears

invisible giggles
invisible tears
invisible betrayal

invisible love
invisible heart break
invisible curative

invisible soul
invisible body
invisible existence

everything invisible,though all appear to be visible....it is the ultimate truth...

love

A sweet hug and a sweetest kiss convey the drops of love...

but you must be lucky to get the right kiss and the hug,

if it goes wrong, it may shadow your life....

you feel it, feel the way it reaches you.

those drops may enchant you,make you sweet and rich

feel happy to feel it...

may be on the way,

wait...

shall be yours.

just read this...i am sure it will precipitate in your heart

In a relationship, married or not... YOU SHOULD READ THIS!

MARRIAGE   When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.   Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?   I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!   With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.   The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.   When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.   In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.   This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.   I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.   My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.   On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.   On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.   She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.   Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.   Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.   But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.   She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.   At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.   That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....   The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!   If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.   If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

By: Kimmies Floral

A thousand tribute to the author.

Good morning

BOOKS

my books make d best bed...i dont want to wake up at all...
what a soothing effect it gives... inexplicable!!!
dont throw them away...they are the real treasures,
they will sing lullabies for evr...
they will embrace you when you are too lazy to pick up...


sometimes, they may serve as an aid to rely on, to share, to talk with, 
and finally they shall be your best friends in your life time...
the one who carefully and patiently listens to your pranks and idiotic ideas...
praise him before you fall!

those sweet memories easily get vanished,
 but those worst memories never fade...
they awlys get fastened strongly to our core...

HAPPY VISHU

Now I feel that I am going out of space at times,
feel bitter and too exhausted. 

I am in Love with Myself.........

exam

My blog shall become a heap of complaints against Exam........
really fed up with you my dear Exam....
you should listen to me first
nobody likes you...
Why are you always following us?
Why cant you stay there at the university?
Its time to take rest...
please my Exam...please

legends of film industry together for a while....what a speculating sight it is!!!

Award winning Indian ad for a cause- Hostel/Holi

You must watch this...then u will be able to know how much valuable is our life...we will feel guilty for scorning God.
should say thanks for giving such a wonderful life with all the blessings.

stealing

Specials are stealing my precious holidays.

My friends are relishing their time. But I can't. I am not happy.

Your friends sitting at home and you still having class... is absolutely a bitter experience...

It is better if both have class...but usually that does not happen. You are unfortunate my dear.

Stealing my precious moments is an offense.

But no judiciary is ready to charge the case...there are no laws to put them behind bars.

so sad...so pathetic...

Scribbles

peal off your divine mask and reveal your real face...
please do realise the fact that,people can easily catch your enactment,because all are not chumps...
so it is better to nerve your genuine fibre than to appear as a divine stuff...

Scribbles

I had been in the hands of some monstrous devils,
I some how escaped and survived.
But I was haunted by those nightmarish thoughts.
When I woke up,those dilapidated persuasions jested at me
I realized that they would be with me day and night...
like my old friend...
as my companion...

Black Pearl

Hai, my Black came
My beloved Black-the Prince of  night
His friends were moon and stars
He never came without them.


When I turned off the lamp,
he entered the room; he smiled
Oh, his bright smile filled the space with light.


He came near me
He touched my hair, caressed my cheeks
My cheeks blushed with shy.


With a spell of magic,
I fell into the world of dreams
Black carried me in his arms
to  the land of dreams.


I hung my arms around his neck
I could feel the warmth of his heart
His heartbeats whispered something in my ear
But, I could not clearly hear it.


Nearby, I heard a sweet lullaby
A sudden realisation struck me
Oh God, his heart was singing for me
Soon, I dribbled into a deep sleep,
with layers too many...


With his feathery touch, my eyes blossomed
I reached somewhere...beyond my existence.


My eyes bewildered in wonder
I flew like an Alice in the arena
I forgot my Black,My being and everything
I got dissolved in the dreamland.


I got good friends
like the Cheshire cat, puppy, white rabbit...


With them, I played like a child
                 I laughed like a child
                 I sang like a child
                 I swayed like a child.


Time drove in, he took my friends
and went away without saying a goodbye.


With fear and frustration,
I cried like I never did before
I wish if my Black were there with me.


Within a blink, thousand rays fell before me
and, it was my Black
Like a fairy prince, he came.


I embraced him with immense pleasure
He wiped off my tears
His radiance spread to my face
Creating a cherubic smile on my face.


He took me over again in his arms
      and we flashed back
He placed me in my bed
      and gave a sweet tender kiss.


In that sweetness, my eyes fell in love
                                    with the sleep
He flew into sky with huge wings
                                     stretched.


A sweet breeze touched my eyes
Slowly and gently, I spread my eyes.
I saw his friend- Sun,

was waiting for me to play in the rain....

memory

Oh, my Memory,
you are vanishing slowly
 from my world.
What did i do?
What made you to think like this?
What was my fault?
Why are you moving away from me?

Tell me, please tell me my Memory...
Eventually, I may forget my name itself.
Soon, my mind will be like a new page,
where everything has to be rewritten...

Is it possible?
Whether it is left blank?
Oh, it is better to forget than to remain...even this World.
Who knows, what will happen
 at the very next moment...

hai
am back aftr a bunch of examzzz:)

examzzzz

screams are raising in the air .Now it is time for great exams...
Some of them have board exams...some have final exams(bogus).
Its high time to abolish the system of examination...
We, students are eagerly waiting for that time to arrive from the space...:p
Its a shabby dream:(

anyways..all the very best...do well

HaVe A bLiSsFuL dAy:)

Oh my lovely night,
    come, lets go
lets go far away from this world,
    through the clouds,
in to the heaven.


Scary night, lovely night
    lovely light
here comes...
    for you,

only for you...

Its festive time...

HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY

LETS CELEBRATE IT TO THE FULLEST.........

friendship

Now friendship stands for pretension..pretending to be a friend is something that one must not forgive nor forgets...One of my friends once said"its better to have noble enemies than to have fake friends"
how true it is!!!
Time will offer certain moments, from which we could realize the real friends.
It really hurts when a sudden realization knocks at the door;certain friends who r so close to our heart r just pretending for their own sake.

My Everything...

I want to love someone
I am in search of love.
But I never got...thats my fate.

One day, like everyone
I will reach where My Love has been kept.
I know God has hidden him from my sight.
Ever since i started the journey to his fairy land,
my path has been overlaid with blockages.

Somehow I will get through all these
and finally I will reach my destination.

He will lead me to the world of love,light and ultimate bliss.
He will give me the power of wisdom.
He will teach me to be happy in a heart crushing moment.
He will make me to realize the values of human life.

Moreover, he will be the substitute for the 'supremest power'.
And, after all,he is my everything....
My love, My everything...
But my LITTLE thing.