tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39774703252889915992024-03-14T01:04:58.656+05:30Untangled StrandsA bit out of a thinker's mindPriyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263045116150107629noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977470325288991599.post-74736153934965989172020-05-15T10:44:00.000+05:302020-10-30T16:46:28.543+05:30Loony Head<div style="font-size: 12.8px;"><div style="font-family: sans-serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-weight: bold;"> Loony Head</span></div></div><div style="font-family: sans-serif; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">Dreamy girl with a loony head,</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">Through grasslands and mountains she used to tread.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">Stumbling and sliding she went all places,</span><br /></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">Ignoring and processing all sorts of faces.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"> </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">She danced to the wacky tunes,</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">And to traditional ones too she swooned.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"> </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">Desires she only had a few,</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">Crazy they were, yes thats true.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"> </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">She shared her world with those who wouldn't make her budge,</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">Yet one day all they did was judge.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"> </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">"If you want to see Aroura with clouds so sunny!</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">Your dream is less crazy, more funny."</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"> </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">That was no dream,</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">But her insight, her - </span><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt; font-style: italic;">self</span><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">, her haven ready to gleam.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"> </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">So she pulled up her sleeves,</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">Who cares what the world belives.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"> </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">A canvas, colours and brushes was all she needed,</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">Her dreams and her stories were the pearls ready to be beaded.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"> </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">From flowers to a full moon,</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">A sunny beach and stary night, all was coming alive too soon.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"> </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">Cheery bloosom walkway in France,</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">Arouras and cosmic bodies were on a prance.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"> </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">The world was so ardent about competiting,</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">And she was busy capturing a moment that was fleeting.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"> </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">Denser than woods, deeper than sea,</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">Giving her home, COSMOS</span><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"> was on a dancing spree.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"> </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">She finally showed what it meant,</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">Aroura with clouds so sunny, when she had dreamt.</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;"> </span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">She fished from the cliff over the sunny cloud,</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em;"><span style="-en-paragraph: true; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9.5pt;">Call her a loony head, she will always be proud.</span></div></div></div></div><div></div>Priyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263045116150107629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977470325288991599.post-39730479363100865022018-02-02T11:38:00.001+05:302018-02-25T11:32:18.248+05:30Sleep<p dir="ltr"><br>
<i>I seek a sleep</i><br>
<i>Deep enough</i><br>
<i>For me to elope</i><br>
<i>With my dreams</i><br>
<i>Deep enough</i><br>
<i>For me to call it my home</i><br>
<i>Deep enough</i><br>
<i>Where no one can reach to wake me up</i><br>
<i>Deep enough</i><br>
<i>When I will not be seeking bliss, love, happiness and you</i><br>
<i>For I am tired</i><br>
<i>Tired of torturing my eyes</i><br>
<i>Tired of being a part of the reality</i><br>
<i>Tired of facing the nightmares</i><br>
<i>And tired of being awake</i></p>
Priyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263045116150107629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977470325288991599.post-88825843790726555662018-01-10T19:39:00.001+05:302018-01-10T19:39:04.347+05:30Untouched<p dir="ltr">Been here a while ago<br>
Gone since ages unknown<br>
You<br>
Touched my heart, body and soul<br>
Yet untouched I remain forlon</p>
<p dir="ltr">The scented halo of your presence<br>
Lingers all around me<br>
You<br>
Make me gasp for the very breath<br>
Which set my alter ego free</p>
<p dir="ltr">Time and again I question you<br>
Neither did I interogate<br>
You<br>
Answered them all that day<br>
Nor did you reciprocate</p>
<p dir="ltr">Assuaged by the tender gaze<br>
And then it all disengaged<br>
You<br>
Caressed my soul in million ways<br>
Sundered we were yet unfazed</p>
<p dir="ltr">Druged to a pleasant self<br>
Startled by reality instead<br>
You<br>
Intoxicating my concious mind<br>
Purged me off all worldliness</p>
<p dir="ltr">Now that I stand alone<br>
And in you I have my home<br>
We<br>
Live there forevermore<br>
Yet untouched for the world, we're known</p>
Priyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263045116150107629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977470325288991599.post-23376475289342508252018-01-07T01:46:00.001+05:302018-10-11T20:47:04.536+05:30Mine<p dir="ltr"><i>On that just so ordinary day</i><br>
<i>There was something</i><br>
<i>Beautifully bizzare</i><br>
<i>I was being intoxicated</i><br>
<i>And the surreal scent</i><br>
<i>Was taking my soul apart</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>I floated around  to search</i><br>
<i>The embodiment of that scent</i><br>
<i>The next moment I was beside you</i><br>
<i>Flabbergasted by the beauty</i><br>
<i>And the grace which it all intent</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Oh and I knew</i><br>
<i>You had to be mine</i><br>
<i>All your perfect ways</i><br>
<i>And your tender touch</i><br>
<i>Was no short of devine</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>I tempted you</i><br>
<i>With all crafted ways</i><br>
<i>To give you a wonderful life</i><br>
<i>And made a promise to be with you</i><br>
<i>And keep you in my prays</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>There you were</i><br>
<i>Swept of your feet</i><br>
<i>By my melodies</i><br>
<i>And promises</i><br>
<i>All so mesmerizingly sweet</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Days passed by</i><br>
<i>And months and years</i><br>
<i>Now you dont feel the same</i><br>
<i>You cry all day beside me</i><br>
<i>What do you fear</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>All I want is you</i><br>
<i>To be that enchanting scent</i><br>
<i>Spellbind me</i><br>
<i>And Make me float again</i><br>
<i>In search of its embodiment</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Time and again</i><br>
<i>I've been trying</i><br>
<i>To gather your broken pieces</i><br>
<i>You said you've made much efforts</i><br>
<i>Oh youre fucking lying</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>That scar on your face</i><br>
<i>I never intended to make</i><br>
<i>Those clots on your wrist</i><br>
<i>Allow me to rectify it all</i><br>
<i>Allow me now to scrape</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>I thrashed </i><i>the</i><i> disccus at you</i><br>
<i>For just some fun and play</i><br>
<i>No, I wasnt jealous of them</i><br>
<i>Making</i> <i>you happy</i><br>
<i>When I was away</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>The day I swept you off</i><br>
<i>You said you'll be mine</i><br>
<i>All your smiles and joys</i><br>
<i>Were for me</i><br>
<i>Why was my absence fine</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Now that we are alone</i><br>
<i>I'll let you decide</i><br>
<i>Allow me to scrape</i><br>
<i>Every inch of wound on your skin and soul</i><br>
<i>And leave nothing to hide</i></p>
Priyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263045116150107629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977470325288991599.post-80350716065057515882018-01-07T01:25:00.001+05:302018-01-07T12:03:40.151+05:30Dew<p dir="ltr"><i>That tiny drop of dew</i><br>
<i>Longs to ooze out</i><br>
<i>The thundering growling clouds</i><br>
<i>Make it self doubt</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Sheepishly the dew peeked out</i><br>
<i>To see what clouds have planned</i><br>
<i>All it could see</i><br>
<i>Was bright lightning bolts across all ends.</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>The blinding flash scared the dew</i><br>
<i>But It wanted to glisten and gleam</i><br>
<i>Since shining was its destiny</i><br>
<i>Beautifying the world was its dream</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Fighting all odds and notions</i><br>
<i>It decided to plunge down</i><br>
<i>This huge leap of faith</i><br>
<i>Made the clouds scream and frown</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>The rain downpoured in outrage</i><br>
<i>And crumbled each petal</i><br>
<i>It left no flower untouched</i><br>
<i>No leaf for the dew to settle</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>But now that the dew had desended</i><br>
<i>Released it from all fears</i><br>
<i>All the rattling of rain blobs</i><br>
<i>Felt nothing less than cheers</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>While the rains were busy bombarding</i><br>
<i>The beautiful earthly paradise</i><br>
<i>A tiny shoot down there</i><br>
<i>Somehow could save itself from the demise</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>The shoot on sighting the dew</i><br>
<i>Exclaimed with joy unknown</i><br>
<i>And extended a coushioning leaf</i><br>
<i>To craddle the falling hero</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>And how this mocked the thunder</i><br>
<i>Dethroned the rains form reigning</i><br>
<i>Swept away the gloomy clouds</i><br>
<i>Marking a new begining</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>That heroic little drop of dew</i><br>
<i>Braving all fears and odds</i><br>
<i>Was now where it was destined</i><br>
<i>Whether or not chosen by the gods</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Outright discouraged the thunders were</i><br>
<i>Briskly the rain undermining</i><br>
<i>And then there was a hint of sun</i><br>
<i>Oh how brightly it would be shining</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>The shoot on its tiny leaf</i><br>
<i>Throned this little spartan</i><br>
<i>The dew thus began to glisten</i><br>
<i>In this beautifully decorated haven</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>The sun sparkled brightly</i><br>
<i>Healing each trampled earthling</i><br>
<i>It crowned the dew with a surreal shine</i><br>
<i>Imparting a heavenly bling</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Fighting all odds it lived a life</i><br>
<i>And did eventually glisten and gleam</i><br>
<i>Since shining was its destiny</i><br>
<i>Beautifying the world was its dream</i></p>
Priyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263045116150107629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977470325288991599.post-1415954641401333892013-03-12T00:50:00.000+05:302013-03-12T01:44:30.964+05:30CLUTCHED<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Through
a very small aperture, I saw a sight, blurry yet beautiful. It was full of
calmly toned colors and had a very pleasing texture. I had no idea what it
was, but the unknown soothing effect, that the aura carried along with it,
induced a smile on my face.</span></i></b></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">This
urged me to reach closer in order to have a better look.<br />
And as I approached, to my surprise, it was way beyond my happy imagination.</span></div>
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<br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">My
eyes widened, clearing the view.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<br />
Few strange creatures or “Vaguely humans” were now in sight. To my surprise,
the very next moment they doubled, and tripled and kept on multiplying
likewise. What made them furious and even stranger was the fact that each one
of them was continuously staring at me. Their eyes were linked and locked with
mine and were telling me clear and loud…</span></div>
<u1:p></u1:p>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> “YOU
ARE TO BE KILLED….!!!!”.</span></i></b></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The
blur, cleared. The beauty turned monstrous. The calm colors converted
into devilish grey. And the smooth texture was now eye piercing
thorny.</span></i></b></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Next,
I found them moving towards me in full rage. It seemed as if they were some
long lost kind of enemies and were there for revenge.</span></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">But
I hardly knew them. I couldn't have made them culture such a degree
of antagonism by a mere eye contact. They were nothing but “strangers” to me.
Now I had hundreds of questions in my mind, with explanation for none. I was
surprised, bewildered and severely terrified.</span></div>
<u1:p></u1:p>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I
gathered courage to confront them and let them know that I should not be
harmed. But they kept on nearing me. They were unstoppable. I found
myself shivering head to toe and was completely cold and numb. Yes I was
terribly petrified. All my physical defense mechanism seemed dead. Arms stiff,
palms tight fisted and legs jammed.<br />
I tried to use the last asset that I had….<b><i> “MY VOICE”</i></b>…</span></div>
<u1:p></u1:p>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I
wanted to ask the reason for the probable brutal death that I was about to
face.<br />
So I tried…..<br />
<br />
<b><i> “W….whh…who…….aaaaa…………………………………”<br />
“…ppplll…..please…..”<br />
“wwwww…….”</i></b><br />
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<u1:p></u1:p>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">This
was all I had, nothing firm, nothing concrete and nothing profound.<br />
I could feel something strangling my vocal cord really tight. I was chocking. I
tried really hard to say all that I wanted to, but everything was simply
helpless.<br />
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<u1:p></u1:p>
<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">All
panicked and in full terror….what happened next was even worse…..<br />
<br />
"The Vaguely humans", all of them, were amused on hearing the kind
of <b><i>“funny foreign dialect”</i></b> that I was using. They found
it funny, they found me funny. I was<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
being ridiculed. Their boisterous laughter was torturing me.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The
place that made me picture a heaven was now even worse than hell.<br />
<br />
I again tried to say what I wanted to. But each time I opened my mouth, there
were even louder laughs. They were enjoying all that I was going through.<br />
<b><i><br />
“Vaguely Humans”</i></b>….no I was wrong….they for sure were<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b><i>“Cannibalistic Demons”</i></b>.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Now
I couldn't even<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b><i>make
an attempt</i></b><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>to say
anything.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">With
tears trickling down my cheeks, I felt completely broken. I was shattered. I
turned my face, buried it in my palms, and sobbed vigorously.<br />
I wanted to forget everything.<br />
I wanted to forget those monsters and the torture that they were creating.<br />
I wanted to break-free of the clutches that have tied my vocal cord and was
still suffocating me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I
wanted to go beyond all this.<br />
I wanted to skip every single day, every single second and every single
fraction of LIFE that made me feel so.<br />
I wanted to let those demons know that I am not an object of ridicule.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">But
I couldn't.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">……<br />
All I could do was cry….for hours and beyond that…..</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">.<br />
After hours of weeping and being tortured by everyone, by myself and by destiny
itself…..I found myself with a warm, smooth and comforting bulky thing, a wet
white cushioning mass under my head, a swollen set of eyes and a somewhat
sweating body.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">It
took me a few couple for minutes to figure things out and realize that……</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Those
monsters were sheer imagination.<br />
The laughs were unreal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Yes,
it was all a dream.<br />
……<br />
But <b><i>"MY STAMMERING”</i></b> was not...</span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">“My
throat was still stifled with an unseen rope, like it has always been. I was
still clutched, to an extent of suffocation.”</span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The
dream for sure was over, but the “impairment” that I inherited or was born with
or somehow cultured was a sheer reality that I have to coexist with.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<br />
I smiled rather sarcastically….<br />
It was another “usual day” of my life and I was ready to execute “A PLAN” for a
somewhat normal survival, facing even worse real life “monstrous situations”.<br />
And all I had at my disposal was a big burden of expectations and a wobbly set
of words accompanying me all through.<br />
<br />
P.S.- I have a very basic set of reasons behind sharing this very personal
story-</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">a)
Wanted those “monsters” to know, how this feels like.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">b)
Wanted to make, a person similar to me, realize the fact that there is someone
out there who totally understands you, and yes…I can’t really remember who said
me this, but here it goes…. “It’s totally cool to be stammering because that
can’t stop you from being who you are.”<br />
We all know that there have been people in the past who underwent similar
situations and still lead a remarkably impactful life. Even the present has
many such flourishing personalities.<br />
And the future will have ME and YOU that millions of people will look up to.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">c)Through all this, in real life, I've always had an
excellent set of people accompanying me, helping me restore the ever so fragile
faith in myself, and I can do nothing more than thanking them from the bottom
of my heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Priyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263045116150107629noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977470325288991599.post-6854210737652184792012-08-15T17:16:00.003+05:302012-08-15T17:17:50.184+05:30INDEPENDENCE DAY.... Is Yet To Come<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><b>As a Child.... I thought INDEPENDENCE means living in a country
freed form the autocratic British Rule....</b></i></div>
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And since then.... I was living in the false impression that
India is developing not just economical, but socially as well.</div>
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I thought "My Country" is rising above most of the
social stigma that it had.</div>
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I thought a female fetus is treated as a child, and will
certainly not be killed unreasonably.</div>
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I thought a poor child, who deserves to be as free and
childlike as a kid of a rich reputed family, will not be treated as a slave.</div>
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I thought girls leave there parental home, with no fear of
being traped in fire one day for not being able to "pay" whatever
price tag the boy's family displays.</div>
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<br /></div>
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I thought a girl can feel comfortable enough to return home at
late hours after long and tiring working hours, without continuously being
traumatized by fear of being brutally raped and killed by a monstrous figure. </div>
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I thought widowhood is just a pause and not an end to a woman's
happiness.</div>
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<br /></div>
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I thought the corrupt politics will eventually cease, only if,
it was not the root of the Indian political system.</div>
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<br /></div>
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I thought love is respected the way it once used to be. But how
do I deny the inhumane reality of "honor killing", in the name of
protecting the so called castes, communities, tribes and religions at the cost
of "love".</div>
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<br /></div>
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I thought education is a human right, and not just a money
making business.</div>
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I thought parents are treated as an embodiment of GOD himself,
if only there was not a drastic increase in the number of oldage homes that
exist, to provide residence to the homeless "GODS".</div>
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<br /></div>
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I thought democracy still hold its meaning in the real sense,
if only the "honored Political Gurus" were not so self centered,
corrupt and autocratic.</div>
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<b><i>As a Child.....I thought India is INDEPENDENT.....</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Off late, I do realize a fact….</i></b><br />
<br />
<i><b> “India was freed from the British rule
65 yrs back...this definitely calls for a celebration,</b></i></div>
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<i><b>But "My Country" still needs its
"INDEPENDENCE".....</b></i></div>
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<i><b>A Beautiful Independence Day....is yet to come...”</b></i><br />
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Priyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263045116150107629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977470325288991599.post-89710000058397448002012-03-15T05:14:00.002+05:302012-03-16T16:37:16.451+05:30ME AND DELHI<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;">Finally after months, I have reached an expression which says….. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><b><i>“Itna bura bhi nai hai”</i></b> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;">and when said by a girl, it means…. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in;"><i><b>“I really like it”</b></i>. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">Yes people it’s the same me writing in yet again about my experience so far in this city, “<i><b>DELHI</b></i>”.</div><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">There was a day when I “<i><b>hated</b></i>” this place like anything. I mean it was so confined, I felt lifeless here. And then is the day today, when this very “<i><b>lifeless</b></i>” place has taught me what “<i><b>life</b></i>” is actually all about. Funny thing I tell you. But I guess this is how it goes…..this is how “<i>THE GREAT LESSONS OF LIFE</i>” are taught.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">My first hand experience with DELHI was like “<i>Impossible</i>”. But then impossible exists with a wide possibility of it being possible. So it happened.</div><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">Had it not been for this place, I would have never emerged as what I am. I would not have realized my ambitions, my desires and my dream. I became “<b><i>Self dependent</i></b>”, in its true sense. And believe you me, being on your own is just amazing. Yes I missed everyone, my family and my friend a lot too much, but at the same time realized “<b><i>That’s what life is all about</i></b>”. All my fear has vanished to the extent that sometimes it’s hard to believe that I am the same timid girl who was hell scared of everything and everyone (<i>Oh yes, that was me a long time ago, in those school days</i>). </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">With the advent of Delhi in my life, things changed, situations changed and so did I.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;"><br />
I cried and sobbed at times and however disheartened, I knew that I am not meant to stop, so I took a step forward every time I felt pushed back. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;"><br />
I laughed uncontrollably at several situations, unreasonably sometimes, and realized that,<i><b> to be or not to be happy, all depends on only one person and that’s</b> </i> “<i><b>You….yourself</b></i>”. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;"><br />
I started believing myself and the fact that my existence is for a cause.</div><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">I, for the first time sensed being responsible for a lot of people, and at most for my family. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;"><br />
I realized that love is not what we see with our eyes wide open, it is something else…..yes it is “<i><b>Something Else</b></i>”. And with that I can undoubtedly admit that I love my parents, my sisters, my brother and yes My best friend. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;"><br />
This very place gave me some really “happiest days of all”, friends and memories to be cherished all lifelong. <br />
There are, at the same time, people who like always, are still a part of a constant dilemma within me, but then that’s how things are meant to be. This taught me to “<i><b>LET GO</b></i>” certain things and people as well.</div><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">Because it’s about Delhi, not mentioning the place would be totally injudicious of me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">Delhi as a place is fantastic with respect to almost everything, provided you realize that your safety is totally in your hands. What adds comfort and some beauty to this place is “<i><b>DELHI METRO RAIL CORPORATION</b></i>”. Seriously, had it not been for the metro, I would have never liked this place to the extent that I now do. Another reason that makes Metro so dear to me is the calmness that “some” metro stations have, an excellent relaxing spot for me……yeah at times ;)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;"><br />
The markets and the malls together provide a beautiful contrast, it’s like there is everything for each and every strata of society. The ease of availability of almost everything, the exposure with respect to the norms, traditions and globalization as a whole here is just perfect for a start. The beautiful historical monuments add a tint of uniqueness to the city. </div><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">Oh the food…..!!! I skipped that (<i>How could I!</i>). Well Delhi, dear readers, is incomplete without the rich description of food here. It’s really difficult to compile it all here in a few sentences (<i><b>Will need another article to describe that :P</b></i>). Keeping it sweet and simple “<i><b>Extensive Variety and Fabulous Taste</b></i>”, provided you choose wisely. </div><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">And I hate to reveal that an enormous portion of the city still remains unexplored by me. Hoping for the best, may that be unleashed soon. The more you explore this place, the more you love it.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">Through all this really nice stuff, I came across the darker portions of Delhi as well. Of all that, what causes me the worst distress is the<i><b> network of beggars</b></i> here. Yes it’s a network, and a huge one. I have had many encounters with situations which left me hundreds of questions, all unanswered till date.</div><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">At a metro station, one day, I saw a perfectly fine woman, except that she wore all dirty and ragged clothes, with two kids. And I was really shocked at what “teachings” she was passing onto her next generation. Yes, she was training them how to beg money in the most harassing manner of all, so as to extract the best out of anyone around. I mean not out of some genuine mishap, but people here beg because it is their “<i>Family Business</i>”!!!!!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">And if someone comments </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">“<i>What on earth is wrong in giving alms to those who are actually lame or wounded</i>?”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;"> I too want an answer, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">“<i>How do the same people get hurt every day with the same and fresh wound again</i>?”.</div><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">I guess that’s the network that keeps the wounds fresh for like “<i>forever</i>”. When I see someone with that bandaged and yes quite prominent cut, slit, or a torturous burn, I too really feel bad. But at the same time it is hard to believe that a human can do such a heinous thing to another just for the sake of “MONEY”.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">Thus with effect to all this, I never give money to any beggar. People might find me stone hearted at times and that’s just because I make myself one, for I cannot be a part of this system (<i><b>With no offence to one who does for it’s all a matter of choice and a different point of view</b></i>).</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;"><br />
Another thing that drives me mad is, when I see a similar lot of those <i><b>beggars around taking drugs all openly and widely</b></i>. Sometimes I feel sorry for them for what they have got themselves into. They beg and they consume drugs; that’s how life works for them. But seriously, no sympathies at all. No one is there to catch hold of them, even when this is done publically. <i><b>Please correct me if I am wrong in saying that supplying drugs at such a wide scale and that too not for a medical cause, is illegal</b></i>. And this, my friends is not an issue hidden in the obscure end of the city. It happen all day all night in the heart of Delhi and I am sure about the fact that soon, too much drugs will stop this heart from beating.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">There are a lot other darker issues in this city, like the <i><b>Yamuna Water Pollution</b></i>.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">If only these issues get resolved, Delhi would be a really nice place for a long and a happy stay.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">Anyways, as for now, as much as I want things to get better, I really enjoy the brighter part of the city. And I am happy being a part of it. I don’t know how long will I stay here, but I am sure of one thing, <i><b>I will miss this place wherever I land up next.</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;"><i><b>Sometimes it’s hard to believe your own words….Strange but true</b></i>.</div><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">And when finally after months I say that……</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;"><i><b> “Itna bura bhi nai hai”.</b></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;">I genuinely mean……...</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;"> <i><b>“I really like Delhi”</b></i>.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 0.25in; text-indent: 0in;"><br />
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</div></div>Priyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263045116150107629noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977470325288991599.post-9971587053990036242012-02-24T14:08:00.000+05:302012-02-24T14:08:55.803+05:30Ek Lamha...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><strong><em><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ek lamha je lene ko, </span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">main soch ke yun thehr gayi....</span></em></strong><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ke dard kbhi ehsas ke tarazu mein na tola ho.<br />
Ke sham ki tanhai nai, lamho ka mela ho.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wo asun ki bund na thi, jo adhro tak yun beh chali.<br />
Wo barish ki mithas thi, jo jane kyu meri ankho se ek kahani keh chali.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wo umeedo ka yun mit jana, bas yu hi nahi raha,<br />
Wo shayd ek karz tha upar wale ka, jo mainey ada kiya.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wo kisi ko dard mein dkhna meri bebasi ki dastan na thi,<br />
Wo mere mushkil kal ko asan bnane ki, bas himmat thi.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wo bar bar thokar khana, mere sabr ka imthan na tha,<br />
Wo nai hasrato ko umeed ki ek nai raha pe lana tha.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wo sath kisi ka na pana, nasur sa jo chubhta hai,<br />
Wo marham hi hai shayd ane waley kal ke liye.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ek lamha je lene ko, main soch ke yun thehr gayi..<br />
Main khud se hi keh gayi..</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>"Is lamhe ko je jaungi..<br />
Phr shayd bewajah khushi ka wo ek pal zarur paungi."</em></strong></span></div>Priyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263045116150107629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977470325288991599.post-56480561139577044152011-12-08T02:24:00.001+05:302011-12-08T02:24:51.305+05:30WHAT AM I ??<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am all about my dreams,<br />
<em><strong>Dreams</strong></em>, which have been a beautiful ride of drastic transformations.<br />
<br />
I am all about a destination,<br />
<em><strong>Destination</strong></em>, which is clear, pre-decided and fixed, yet surprisingly unknown.<br />
<br />
I am all about some truths,<br />
<em><strong>Truths</strong></em>, which are on a barren island,<br />
Where I stand holding them,<br />
Waiting for the right time for them to be unleashed.<br />
<br />
I am all about my mistakes,<br />
<strong><em>Mistakes</em></strong>, that make me proud, for they unintentionally teach me to be better.<br />
<br />
I am all about a satisfied self,<br />
<strong><em>Self</em></strong>, which will never regret a single deed that I commit.<br />
<br />
I am all about rediscovering myself,<br />
<strong><em>Rediscovering</em></strong>, for I hold more than what the world has known me to be.<br />
<br />
I am all about <em><strong>being what I am</strong></em>,<br />
And, not being what the world always comprehends me to be.<br />
<br />
I am all about that happiness,<br />
<strong><em>Happiness</em></strong>, which will simply set everything right for me and for all.<br />
<br />
I am all about the independence,<br />
<strong><em>Independence</em></strong>, which made me believe that I do exist and it makes a difference to a lot.<br />
<br />
I am all about the individuality,<br />
<strong><em>Individuality</em></strong>, that made me Independent.<br />
<br />
I am all about an <strong><em>unending tale</em></strong>,<br />
Someone and something that is bound to be unending and will never cease.<br />
<br />
For <strong><em>“What I am”</em></strong> is just a bit of what I am destined to be,<br />
And if not destiny,<br />
Then what I am determined to be, crossing the hurdles <strong><em>“MY-WAY”</em></strong>.</div>Priyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263045116150107629noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977470325288991599.post-65245795005555276522011-12-08T02:23:00.001+05:302011-12-08T02:23:40.781+05:30Rain and Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">All it brings me is happiness and lots of smiles.<br />
<br />
Everyone around seems so happy, jumping over big and small puddles and some stepping in just for fun. While a few intelligent ones, like me off course, step-in on special purpose (clearing the mud off the shoes...... ;-P )<br />
Everything turns so pure, fresh and clean. Trees green like never before, and my shoes clean like they had been, a long time back... :)<br />
<br />
No matter what follows rain……<br />
"<em>the mud, water blocking here and there or the humidity</em>”<br />
When it’s raining, it’s simply the best of all.<br />
No matter what follows a happy day……<br />
<em>“the sadness, grieves, worries or just anything”</em><br />
When it's today, live like there is no tomorrow and make it the best of all.<br />
<br />
Rain brings back with it memories and people and beautiful stories. It takes me to those golden days, no matter how rusty days were on the aftermath.<br />
All that I can feel associated with those droplets is <strong>A <em>Pleasing Contentment</em></strong>.<br />
<br />
<strong>It makes me a kid again....</strong><br />
When going to school and returning back in rain was a reason good enough to be drenched. In fact it was a sure shot hit plan.....<em>Never Failed</em> :))<br />
<br />
<strong>It sends me back to college.......</strong><br />
Its raining........class nai hogi ;) mat jao.....<br />
Its raining......ghumney chalogey<br />
Its raining.......chalo bhiga jaye<br />
Its raining......college pool ban gaya hai......and seems like it will overflow soon<br />
Its raining yar volley ball match start ho gaya hai shayad.....<br />
and not to forget the last one.....<br />
Its raining awesome yar.....cum on ahilya bhawan 3rd floor its hell awesome here....Its raining.......PICS, PICS, PICS........ :)))<br />
<br />
<strong>Makes me nostalgic about home</strong><br />
When all we kids used to dance around at the terrace, in the storm preceding a heavy rainfall.<br />
When rain meant.....chai, pakorey, halwa.... and well a lot lot lot more......<br />
When it was all about clicking silly snaps in the garden, sometimes pulling and then pushing the other down.<br />
When I had earphones on and in the rain I went out, splashing water here and there.<br />
When walking down a long distance in an umbrella was such fun.....reason... <em>“I am out to buy something hell important”</em> or <em>“Oh I have to meet a friend in need”</em>..... :)<br />
<br />
<strong>And then Delhi</strong><br />
In a sudden downpour we rushed towards the station, due to lack of time and a long distance train to catch. Adventurous......it was :)<br />
<br />
And now I realize what makes me happy….<br />
Its each of these stories that gushes in me.<br />
The fact that I can feel the presence of everything good near makes me feel satisfied.<br />
The fact that I can again get back to that playful child, those college days and the most beautiful place on earth….. “my home” all in one go.<br />
And the fact that I can still feel the presence of each one those who care for me, no matter how far they are, makes me feel that…….<br />
<strong><em>“Pleasing Contentment”</em></strong><br />
<br />
The Rain clears the rust off me and sends me back to that golden shining era.......for me to re-live it all over again.<br />
No matter how rough days are, each time it rains, it rejuvenates me.<br />
Like that water filtering down the layers of clouds, each of those beautiful stories return back to me in a perfect sequence.<br />
Pure as ever.<br />
Making me smile, making me a happier person, <em>And Always Will</em>.......</div>Priyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263045116150107629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977470325288991599.post-81026367252637418872011-12-08T02:22:00.000+05:302011-12-08T02:22:13.343+05:30COLD<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:RelyOnVML/> <o:AllowPNG/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> <w:UseFELayout/> </w:Compatibility> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I stand beneath the sky, in the cold night. </span> <div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I walk over fields nearby, to find you in sight.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">The freezing breeze, it pinches me, “It shivers my soul”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">The piercing chill excruciates me, “Killing me overall”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Once walking down the alley, I was not alone.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">You were there beside me, on the path so unknown.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">It was indeed beautiful, the flower that you picked.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I didn’t know it had thorns, till I was badly pricked.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">When I was crying in pain, with my eyes shut tightly bound.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I thought you would release the strain, with your caressing arms around.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">But to my surprise, it was still very cold.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I opened my eyes wide, and you were still nowhere to hold.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I searched around here and there, the darkness was pitch black.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">But to find you I had no fear, no strength, no might I lack.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Long hours of search and your absence, was too much for me to bear. </span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I accepted my destiny the way it came, stood up pretending- “Black’s not my fear”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Pretensions never aid, but I had no clue.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I fell every time, tiered trying moving, a step or a few.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Strolling, leaping, falling, a few minutes again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I heard you calling, but “Hallucinations remain”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Hours and hours passed, striving through the way.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I was tracking back my path, and my life to what it was before that day.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I was crying all that time, but for you my eyes, “Dried they remain”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Nothing within was fine, and I was faking myself, “I can sustain”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">The thorn was still pierced within, depreciating my willpower.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">But I knew I cannot give-in, even if my path had thorns, no flowers.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Through all this I was very careful, I didn’t wanted to hate you.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I was walking and running, falling and skipping, with an undefined you, and hopes “A few”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Long hours of dejection and suffering all alone, I thought of dying, better than being so.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Just then I saw a blinding light, I fell on my knees, and all I could see was the glow.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">In this darkness pitch black, the light was really bright.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">It came from nowhere, to set everything right.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Then my eyes were closed, but I could see the flashes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">The past and the memories, all those happy and sad splashes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">The light said something, unbounded undefined in words.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">And then I felt as if resting in peace, the dark night ended, with the morning star, dew, breeze and birds.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">But what was that the light conveyed, you might be wondering.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Was that a spell cast on me, or blessing that someone was showering.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">It told me to be happy, that you are gone for your good.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">It told me to wait for the morning, as the night’s end is just near stood.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">It told me to be the same, no matter how circumstances and situations mould.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">It told me to feel the warmth, even when it was damn cold.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">It told me to hope high, to hope the best for you.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">It told me to prepare for the worst, so that I could easily get through.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">It taught me the best of things, that are inexplicable.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">It told me that path to emancipation, is me and my destination being “Stable”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I stood and walked for miles again, you- not by me-, but in my heart remained.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I was neither loving nor hating you, but why didn’t any of those sustained?</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Eventually after toiling through, the dark and the sunny phase,</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpLast" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">I was</span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> back to my belongings; I was "Over" the chase.</span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"></span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">This was me all through the way, my journey all alone.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">But the purpose of the loss was still as much unknown.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I promised to never look back, that land of flowery artifices.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">But each day I watched through my curtains and smiled, coz those drizzling love showers, were too much not to believe.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">With an undefined you, I am looping in goods and bads.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I want to break through, but then, I cannot.....yes I just cannot !!</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Smiling through I promise to go, smiling through I promise to pray.</span></div><div style="margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Smiling through I promise to grow, smiling through I will be, on my way.</span></div></div>Priyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263045116150107629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977470325288991599.post-21034150445320012672011-12-08T02:17:00.000+05:302011-12-08T02:17:17.029+05:30FLY HIGH<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><b><i>I want to fly high,</i></b><br />
<b><i>Reach far and touch the sky.</i></b><br />
Where I will be on my own,<br />
Where I will have no concern about me being alone.<br />
I will raise myself from the disgust I feel<br />
I will be above all grudges, be it or not "God's Will".<br />
I will stand and fight for my cause,<br />
And not give <i><b>HIM</b></i> a chance to reason it with a <i><b>"Because"</b></i>.<br />
<br />
<br />
When from the sky above I'll look down,<br />
Remember the day I shared my dream here in town,<br />
I may be nostalgiac and get back memories,<br />
Some remembrance and some stories.<br />
"I will raise myself from the disgust I feel,<br />
I will be above all grudges,<br />
Be it or not "God's Will". "<br />
<i><b>Some will still be remembered I promise and say,</b></i><br />
<i><b>Some will still be desired more that day.</b></i><br />
<br />
<br />
Today I have to live upto my dream,<br />
Its a tough path, I know, almost going upstream.<br />
But if I choose to follow it now,<br />
I am not worrying about the question "how?".<br />
"I will stand and fight for my cause,<br />
and not give HIM a chance to reason it with a "Because". ".<br />
<i><b>The world then actually would be mine,</b></i><br />
<i><b>And my heart would again be smiling and fine</b></i>.<br />
<br />
<br />
<i><b>I will be happy, I'll not be lying,<br />
the day when I will be flying.</b></i><br />
Coz I know what's meant for me,<br />
and I know what will make me free.<br />
<i><b>That will be done when "I will fly high,<br />
reach far and touch the sky".</b></i></div>Priyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01263045116150107629noreply@blogger.com2