tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-275312662024-10-31T23:57:27.360-07:00I-m-mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00605559236649258000noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27531266.post-36397813364824912772009-01-07T23:47:00.000-08:002009-01-08T02:14:26.713-08:00

This is the story of a freelancer,Whose life can be compared to a roller coasterMore than the hardships of the job,It’s the hunting for work that’s flopOnce you land up with an assignmentDoesn’t mean, it’s the end of your impedimentYou now have to finish the work to Client’s satisfaction,After that starts the chase for your compensationAnd then there are clients who want superior quality,But in

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Everyone knows this for sure,Time can heal and cureWound no matter how strong,Front of time, it cannot stand for longI too found it to be true,All my sorrows with time, flewAs days, months, years passed bySlowly, it took away pains of mineThis instance, it’s different though,Let the hurt inside me never bowTo the passing age it should not vent,And be as raw forever, as it is at presentSome wounds

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Two steps ahead I take,Then to an inner sound, I awakeIt keeps asking me without a breakIf I am doing a mistakeThe fight is between the heart and the mind,Looks like none would take a step behindI am tore apart by the two,Don’t know what to doBoth have a reason, very strong,To not let me do a wrongOne wants to be worldly-wiseAnother wants my future to rise.It scares me the most,To think, whatever

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When I saw that smileLittle did I realize,Its nothing but a lie,And one day, would make me cryHow to survive in this world, so fakeWhere everyone wears a mask on their face,For some materialistic gain,They don’t hesitate to give painWorld may have good people tooThen why in my share, were you,Giving a few drops of waters to me,Slowly took away from me, my seaSweet words are often backed by

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There is not much I can do about pushing India's POW issue further but I couldn’t stop myself from writing this poem; and I dedicate it to the entire Indian army POW still waiting for their freedom.To the epitome of bravenessIt would be still lessIf I salute you a thousand timesFor guarding us from impending crimesI wasn’t born then,When stood all you brave menIn front of the enemy,The never

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Hiding the lord of light When the clouds covers the skies, Ohh! What a happy gloomy feeling… ariseLooking at the water dropsFrom the corner of the panes,Gentle breeze touches my faceNo answer appears right As much as I try to find, How this weather soothes my heart… my mindCalling for someone Sitting on top of a rock, To have a silent talk Alone I hum a song Nobody listening to my quiet sound,The

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Those times were so great,To live fullest, was the only aim,For which, there is no regretBut now, It’s not the sameWas it my action or wordTo which, u put the blame?Or is life the culprit,Who spoiled the game,To not let our thoughts meetOr is it something else,Once just once,Help me, clear the messOur friendship is like a butterfly,Even with a short life,We can reach the sky,This is the time to

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Now I present my latest creation... a poem on my favorite TV actor Rajat Tokas... this young man of 13 years is playing the character of young Prithviraj Chauhan. For those who dont know... Prithviraj Chauhan was a great King with an enormous personality. His life was an epitome of courage and goodness. Rajat has very well managed to capture the reflection of this great king, so impressed I am

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People come and they go... but leave an impact that would always show... the following poem remembering a dear aunt of mine. Dear one Not long back you stood a few inches away,At that time this I couldnt sayHow much your presence made a difference,You were the strength, the essenceI spent those moments doing something else,Today remorse in my heart tellsWhy couldnt I talk to you more,Before you

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Love for allIt turns foe into friend,Makes bitterness of mind end,Creates a world so bright,Gives us the energy,That leads us to live with delightWhat is it?Pity those who choose to run from it,Fearing, it will finish them,Bit by bit,Few have understood it well,And have grown up to be good individualWhat is it?Its synonymous with god,To learn this, he sent us down,Made us this journey, aboardWhat

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One more from my not too recently wrote poems;FRIENDLooking back, when I think,On a fine day of springI saw you passing throughAnd I wanted to know who are you?God must have blessed me then,Or else, would I be so fortunate,To befriend a gem.Not long after, life turned bitter.A deep blow of hatred,Made things between us, shatter.Thankfully but, the past has end,Making me realize,The value of a

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A little, old poem.....Tale of time The time is such a jewel, Hardly there is anything to it equal Moves faster than light, Its influence is mightier than the might With energy to run so fast One entire life ends, Like a dream of past New experiences, new lessons, brings with it, For each one of us to knit The time is such a jewel, Hardly there is anything to it equal There is nobody who can

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MY MOST RECENT POEM NOT ALONE Fate hasnt changed its tone,Still not anymore I m aloneAround me the light of sun rays,Has illuminated all my daysWhen no one was with me,Cuckoos gave me companyIn solitude, I can now be never,Maybe now I have grown cleverFound many friends around,They were always here making silent soundTo

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Writing is in itself very relaxing and it gets better if the writing rhymes. Thats what makes writing a poem more rewarding than any other form of writing. My definition of a Poem would be, writing that makes sense and rhymes well. Although I have seen a lot of people writing poems, which may makes sense but doesnt rhyme and sometimes it is absolutely senseless too. At first I thought what a

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