tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51239431858158898762024-11-06T04:01:08.426+01:00Dance is the Song... the Wind... the Freedom... Dance is the Hidden Language of the Soul...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-1333770722975255552010-09-10T20:10:00.000+02:002010-09-10T22:13:28.393+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Would you have let it go this far,<br />Had it been known from the start…?<br /><br />Like a fool <br />It makes you act<br />Your pride is crushed over<br />And thrown in the trash<br />Would you have let it go this far,<br />Had it been known from the start…?<br /><br />Every day you console yourself<br />This is it, it’s going to stop.<br />Do you hear yourself?<br />For again I hear you crying out hurt <br />Would you have let it go this far,<br />Had it been known from the start…?<br /><br />Love is a pain flowing though <br />Cutting your heart.<br />Do you know where it’s going to stop?</span></em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-75073741533562688812010-09-09T20:08:00.000+02:002010-09-10T22:21:15.504+02:00<span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">As my heart pounds<br />and<br />reach the threshold...<br />I see<br />the approaching peak<br />only few miles to go...<br /><br />I close my eyes<br />take a deep breath...<br />and<br />see your smiling face<br />calling on to me...<br /><br />Gathering the last strength<br />reach to the top...<br />hoping to see you again<br />Just before I fall...<br /><br />feel your arms around<br />the last time...<br />Just before I fall...<br />Open my wings<br />I fly...<br />the last time...</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-79950841699123721262010-03-21T16:21:00.002+01:002010-03-22T19:35:43.718+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Oh gosh! Am late!<br />And the red lights after red lights!<br />Frowning heavily,<br />I wait at the signal<br /><br />"5 rupees, please take one", <br />little hand pokes mine.<br />a small girl, wearing school uniform<br />lost behind the load of garlands<br />"just 5 rupees, please do take one",<br />She pleads…<br /><br />"Where are your parents?"<br />"near the roadside"<br />she points excitedly,<br />"see, there… "<br />A smile comes on my face<br />"do you go to school?"<br />"Yes :) everyday"<br />"What about your homework? <br />When you do it?"<br />"Sitting by amma, <br />when the lights are green…"<br /><br />I take two garlands, <br />she moves to next vehicle… <br />green lights flashes<br />Honks and honks rushes forth<br />I too move on.<br /><br />Something makes me<br />look back at the roadside… <br />little girl standing by her mother,<br />a book in her small hands. <br /><br />Just in 10 rupees,<br />I bought a wonderful smile.<br />determination so strong, <br />Little girl by the signal taught… </span></em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-299277307331484562010-01-28T23:23:00.003+01:002010-01-28T23:31:08.203+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2KKwRCHfx8VuW4_P5xGb4teqXBlLPlr_PTCa6MQOsaUb9tqa5FEF_Zka1ejY9MXH6MLw0BC0zTRCb2YXKxLL3_CTeyWMH1DvXOAiF5qsnFqGGOpXZFT_vNuW07VWO6HsHM_IyTWSEo-k/s1600-h/4293895199_63b92121f5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2KKwRCHfx8VuW4_P5xGb4teqXBlLPlr_PTCa6MQOsaUb9tqa5FEF_Zka1ejY9MXH6MLw0BC0zTRCb2YXKxLL3_CTeyWMH1DvXOAiF5qsnFqGGOpXZFT_vNuW07VWO6HsHM_IyTWSEo-k/s320/4293895199_63b92121f5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431920124669314178" /></a><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /><em>I am your friend as you start with your day<br />Check the newspaper awaiting at your doorstep today<br /><br />I am the currency,<br />that you earn and spend without care.<br /><br />I am piles and piles of knowledge<br />that you love and you hate,<br />But still read it anyways<br /><br />I am the carefree boat that you floated in the rain…<br />I am the colorful kite that gave you wings and new friends...<br />I am a message from loved ones<br />that brings smiles and tears to your face.<br /><br />I am plain, <br />Yet I decorate your life.<br />I am the art, the music, the dance, the picture…<br />All starts with me, <br />still I am naïve.<br /><br />I am the fan, <br />when power fails you on a sunny day.<br />I am hidden at every corner of your archway…<br /><br />I laugh with you<br />I rub the tears from your eyes.<br />I am the power of your emotions.<br />With me, you have broken rules, boycotted dynasties.<br />for I am your loud voice…<br /><br />You burn me for pleasure.<br />You burn me to die.<br /><br />Still,<br />I am with you.<br />I am your friend. </em></span><br /><br />.SAVE PAPER.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-79922016279128701252010-01-21T01:26:00.002+01:002010-01-27T19:12:00.588+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Am sorry for I made you cry<br />But am not so sorry, for I did it again…<br />So that’s how it goes…<br />It is truth of you… and me…<br /><br />I followed you many times around<br />I crossed the streets fearing you’ll be gone<br />Assumed the worst and lashed at you<br />Don’t you know,<br />It were my own insecurities…<br />Am sorry for I made you cry<br />But am not so sorry, for I did it again…<br />So that’s how it goes…<br />It is truth of you… and me…<br /><br />Indifference was the mask I wore<br />Subtle killing was the only goal<br />Flirted around to see the hurt on your face<br />Don’t you know,<br />This love was too much for me!<br />And I made you cry<br />But am not sorry, for I did it again…<br />So that’s how it goes…<br />It is truth of you… and me…<br /><br />Now that I’m on my own<br />Admitting to the emptiness you left behind<br />With all that’s been said and done…<br />Don’t you know,<br />It is the end.<br /><br />Your smell still lingers in the bed…<br />Oh baby!<br />What we’ve done…<br />You make me cry </em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-57600038486724441272009-12-10T09:31:00.005+01:002010-01-21T01:23:43.091+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Little Butterflies<br />so young and tender...<br />Left alone in the world to wonder..<br />"You are like me,<br />and I am like you<br />But where is my family?"<br /><br />Little Butterflies<br />trying to flutter...<br />The winds are strong<br />but the wings to delicate<br />and they shudder...<br />"Will I get to fly free someday?"<br /><br />Precious pearls<br />but sadly fighting alone...<br />"Will you be the one<br />to Save my Soul?"<br /><br />[Few lines dedicated to an orphanage]</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-29739325343795928562009-11-12T17:37:00.002+01:002010-01-21T01:24:20.201+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Passing months, and all the passing days...<br />Far far away... they all go by...<br />But, do you have<br />No time to say “Hello!”?<br /><br />Riding alone...<br />Gliding unseen, though the rusty roads...<br />Blowing winds, beating me...<br />‘Coz you’re not here to hide behind... <br />But, do you have<br />No time to say “Hello!”?<br /><br />Singing rains, shatters though the glass...<br />And brings the chill, that flutters the heart...<br />How far away, your warmth has gone... <br />But still, do you have<br />No time to say “Hello!”?<br /><br />Burning the heat within, silence runs onto the mill...<br />Lost in work, too far away to watch the behind...<br />Perturbed, but should we disturb?<br />Only hopes, will they catch your eye...<br />And still, do you have<br />No time to say “Hello!”?</em></span><br /><br />[An attempt at weaving a song]</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-84621467493753789112009-10-29T09:09:00.001+01:002009-10-29T09:11:09.626+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>If only I could write an echo, <br />asking a shadow to dance... <br /><br />If only I could share the shade of an old tree, <br />asking the angels to sing...<br /><br />and the verse would begin <br />with a lump in the heart...</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-16789659665082838942009-10-09T18:36:00.000+02:002009-10-09T20:27:37.352+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>when the going gets tough<br />and the tough gets going... <br />just remember<br />you are not the only one sailing...</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-36709896397062660422009-10-08T18:34:00.001+02:002009-10-09T20:26:27.985+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>life's a chance encounter...<br />the journey of the truth, <br />rest is of no use...</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-5815198878377298292009-09-29T04:29:00.004+02:002010-01-21T01:24:50.544+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Underneath the pillow<br />Lies a heartless story<br />Only darkness,<br />as far as the eyes goes<br />Tormented rains,<br />beat up the windows<br />And black clouds,<br />eat up the only ally<br /><br />Sometimes such sadness passes us by<br />And there is no wind for us to dry<br />And we cry<br /><br />In the garden<br />Grows a pair of blue lilies <br />Sun, too sunny this day,<br />shines love,<br />all inside from the marrow<br />And it leaves some trails <br />for a beaming landscaper,<br />And a lullaby...<br /><br /><br />Sometimes such happiness passes us by<br />And there is no room for us to hide<br />And we cry</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-3289486620860806882009-09-04T18:53:00.001+02:002009-09-04T18:55:14.380+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>It's not the one who succeeds every time<br />is brave...<br />It is the one<br />who fails...<br />but doesn't fails to try again...</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-71081500956438615672009-08-06T21:48:00.004+02:002009-08-22T01:17:57.129+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>gajab duniya gool yeh kahani bannati hai... <br />saath hain par ek dusre ki parchayin hain...<br />ek, din ki roushani meh bhi ghabrata hai...<br />dusra, andheri raat meh ghulle aam, chain ki need so jatta hain...</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-18571496450354721072009-07-25T14:24:00.003+02:002009-09-29T04:43:57.449+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">few lines from e.e.Cummings, one can't help falling in love with these few words.. expresses what one can't express...<br /><br /><em>I carry your heart with me...<br />I carry it in my heart.<br /><br />I am never without it...<br />Anywhere I go, you go, my dear...<br />And whatever is done by only me...<br />is your doing, my darling.<br /><br />I fear no fate...<br />for you are my fate, my sweet.<br />I want no world, for, beautiful...<br />you are my world, my true...<br /><br />Here is the deepest secret no one knows,<br />Here is the root of the root...<br />and the bud of the bud...<br />and the sky of a sky of a tree called life,<br />which grows higher than the soul can hope,<br />or the mind can hide...<br /><br />It is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart...<br /><br />I carry your heart.<br />I carry it in my heart.</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-25869299434749340362009-07-22T16:06:00.003+02:002009-07-22T16:19:34.557+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">after a long time, few lines transpired in hindi... <br /><br /><em>wafah ki ummed nahi ki humne kabhi... <br />unhonne toh dagah ka bhi kabhi hak na diya<br /><br />raah takte rahe hum magar... <br />unhonne ek nigah ka bhi kabhi hak na diya<br /><br />royye viraane meh hum bhi kabhi kabhi... <br />par aansuoun ne bhi girnne ka hak na diya</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-63221144615235743662009-07-14T16:40:00.004+02:002009-07-14T16:45:41.505+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Born to be a dreamer, <br />and dreamer thou shall be<br />wishing for someone, <br />to show the reality...<br /><br />Clocked in the dense forest,<br />and plagued by the sinuous torrents...<br />thou wait for the real love,<br />as trees holds the dream-tied gloves...<br /><br />Born to be a dreamer,<br />and dreamer thou shall be...<br />wishing for someone,<br />to show the reality...<br /><br />for you lay timeless, <br />along with the dwarfs...<br />fast asleep, <br />in the coffin of glass...</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-83792123938309382632009-03-21T18:46:00.003+01:002009-07-14T16:43:30.394+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>veracitas or perfidie, <br />veiled liaison intervened...<br />one step here<br />one step there<br />vécu vie...<br />an enamouren fool<br />beseech mercēs<br />over fallen moons<br />veracitas or perfidie, <br />veiled liaison intervened...</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-15559834605494074802009-03-15T19:06:00.003+01:002009-03-15T21:25:29.825+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>branches,<br />stripped clear<br />leaf by leaf<br /><br />breezed <br />by the vile time...<br /><br />falls...<br />scintilla, scintilla...<br />a graceful dance<br />for the chrome salmon painted grounds...<br /><br />kisses it, at last!<br />and<br />dies a silent death...<br />its hope stripped<br />part by part...<br /><br />still,<br />lying peacefully...<br />waiting to be brushed aside<br />giving hope,<br />that a new life would start...<br /><br />till then,<br />paint a golden picture<br />my dear leaves!<br />for sooner,<br />the virgin drops would fall...</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-58200178280211129502009-03-14T19:21:00.002+01:002009-03-15T21:26:13.928+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>nobility and vogue<br />care not go in one... <br />for one brings day<br />and lesser,<br />the doom... <br /><br />behind all flashy smiles<br />lies calculated sums...<br /><br />perhaps it might...<br />but <br />i am yet to find<br />a heart<br />pure as sun...</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-56506733968376283422009-01-14T18:10:00.002+01:002009-01-14T18:12:40.839+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Watching though the glass...<br />trying to forget the past...<br /><br />winters remind me <br />of your warmth...<br /><br />rains slaps me...<br />showing our lost dance<br /><br />falling leaves <br />laughs and curses<br />me to oblivion...<br /><br />summers reminds <br />of the long waiting nights...<br /><br />why isn’t it easy!<br /><br />looking out of the window<br />am moon again<br />remembering you<br />breaking my heart...</em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-32420416041202726032009-01-01T04:33:00.003+01:002009-01-01T05:29:40.727+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuHNGJEm3ZTb37MHLs5UIlVHxQI-Jq8pmt9QIO2SOrMqvfrdaaSjP1iqJqlx73eKS8vH66LcfDzRSppXPQhl_ygmKA9I-_sT9esmgD8Ly3meLi9pPFuZXXLnUniQi-9pxSIQuGu8jcpoD3/s1600-h/ship01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuHNGJEm3ZTb37MHLs5UIlVHxQI-Jq8pmt9QIO2SOrMqvfrdaaSjP1iqJqlx73eKS8vH66LcfDzRSppXPQhl_ygmKA9I-_sT9esmgD8Ly3meLi9pPFuZXXLnUniQi-9pxSIQuGu8jcpoD3/s320/ship01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286176750891569666" /></a><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Sun slowly sails supreme…<br />Steering sublime stars sans sky…<br />Sea sweep-starts ship…<br />salūtāre 2009 :)</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-41935283073571716292008-12-28T18:58:00.003+01:002009-01-03T19:10:54.944+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>A person is powerful...<br />not by his strength or position.<br />but<br />by the belief in self<br />and what others believe of him...<br /><br />one can only stay powerful<br />if one remains humble enough<br />to accept this.<br /><br />because,<br />not only great responsibilities<br />comes attached with power...<br />but<br />when the seeds of ego<br />and pride sprouts...<br />then begins the unknown fall<br />down the steep hill...<br /><br />realized only when down...</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-66844233994109975422008-12-16T18:08:00.007+01:002008-12-16T18:36:06.732+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Am i sleeping?<br />or<br />getting awakened...<br />Is the reality slowly striking?<br />or<br />is it the clock tickling away...<br />Would anything change?<br />But everything does change...<br />isn’t it?<br />So many questions<br />still no answers...<br /><br />Stamping across the closed door...<br />Would the bleeding hands<br />pass though?<br />Or<br />shall faint<br />at the vestibule...<br /><br />i hear a faint call<br />Someone is singing!<br />or<br />is it the ringing<br />alarm for another day...<br /><br />getup gal!<br />Time to smile for the world again...</em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-49015700040003802232008-11-23T19:22:00.001+01:002008-11-25T08:12:31.936+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>the road of life<br />is never too easy<br />you have to decide...<br />how you want<br />the journey to be?<br /><br />smooth?<br />then it is a fairytale<br />chocolate houses<br />ice-cream trees<br />definitely boring!<br /><br />rough?<br />then there are cuts and scratches...<br />probably even the blood <br />oozing through<br />mountains and valleys<br />burning fire and dracōns<br />or the turbulent sea<br />and the soaring winds...<br /><br />do i hear you heart pounding?<br />so which road you waana it to be? <br />Decide fast...<br />I have a long way to go...</em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5123943185815889876.post-71549697334971925022008-11-21T18:32:00.000+01:002008-11-24T09:34:39.094+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>As my heart pounds<br />and i reach the threshold<br />I can see the approaching peak<br />Only few miles to go...<br /><br />I close my eyes<br />take a deep breadth...<br />I see your smiling face<br />Calling on to me<br /><br />Gathering the last strength<br />I reach to the top<br />hoping to see you again<br />just before the fall...<br />feel your arms around<br />The last time<br />And<br />opening my wings<br />I fly...<br />The last time...<br /><br />I open my eyes<br />re-newed energy<br />burning the veins...<br />itching...<br />for another mount<br />for another soar...<br /><br />born again?</em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0