I dream of the bright stars
I dream of silver moon
I dream of the snow fall
I dream of sand dunes
I dream of the deep oceans
I dream of blue skies
I dream of the frothing waves
I dream of serene valleys
I dream of the huge mountains
I dream of beautiful islands
I dream of the wonderful castles
I dream of green lands
I dream of the rain
I dream of cool breeze
I dream of the universe
and the world within me.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
My Morning Song...
Sleeping in the room,
lost in the dreams.
Was it chirping of the birds
or blaring screams?
Oh God! It's 10
The alarm did not ring
Damn, the alarm
it never rings
But when I check it,
it always sings
Oh God! The time's running
I'm gonna be late
Morning rituals, bath,
5 missed calls!!!
My hair's a mess
The cab driver's waiting down the hall.
Why do people come on time?
Why are they never late?
Breakfast is served
I'm dressed
The cab driver's sleeping
on the car seat mattress.
Don't think 15 mins delay is too long
This is my morning song.
lost in the dreams.
Was it chirping of the birds
or blaring screams?
Oh God! It's 10
The alarm did not ring
Damn, the alarm
it never rings
But when I check it,
it always sings
Oh God! The time's running
I'm gonna be late
Morning rituals, bath,
5 missed calls!!!
My hair's a mess
The cab driver's waiting down the hall.
Why do people come on time?
Why are they never late?
Breakfast is served
I'm dressed
The cab driver's sleeping
on the car seat mattress.
Don't think 15 mins delay is too long
This is my morning song.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
from The Wonder Years
“Over the course of the average lifetimeyou meet a lot of people. Some of them
stick with you through thick and thin.
Some weave their way through your life
and disappear forever. But once in a
while someone comes along who earns a
permanent place in your heart”
“I remember a place... a town... a house like a lot of houses... a yard like a lot of other yards... on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back... with wonder.”
“I guess sometimes the ground can shift between your feet. Sometimes your footing slips. You stumble. And sometimes you grab what's close to you and hold on as tight as you can.”“We had the idea, 'Let's do ”
“Change is never easy. You fight to hold on. You fight to let go.”
The search continues...
"All our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone who makes us complete. We choose partners & change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak & hope. All the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect who might be searching for us".
from The Wonder Years
For me, the search still continues. I keep meeting people - some new, some known. An instance of time makes me like someone. Every song of love has a personal touch. But, then there is another instance that makes me feel may be he's not the perfect someone. Then, there are songs of hope. And I keep wondering if there's someone, somewhere perfect for me. The life goes on, but my search for the perfect someone still continues...
from The Wonder Years
For me, the search still continues. I keep meeting people - some new, some known. An instance of time makes me like someone. Every song of love has a personal touch. But, then there is another instance that makes me feel may be he's not the perfect someone. Then, there are songs of hope. And I keep wondering if there's someone, somewhere perfect for me. The life goes on, but my search for the perfect someone still continues...
Monday, October 22, 2007
To our friendship...
I know its late,
but those memories would never fade.
Four years of togetherness,
can never be lost in four months of physical distance.
The story begins,
with six students searching for new dimensions.
As no two were alike,
the relationships saw both ebbs and tides.
Young as they were,
the immature maturity ruled their decision sphere.
Still those memorable outdoors,
the talks on the beach and patrolling the IITM roads.
The restaurants we went,
with lots of pre- and post- planning for every event.
The movies we saw,
turning days into nights and nights into days.
Days will come and pass by,
but the days in the hostel wing will remain alive.
Nothing can replace this relationship,
six of us and our friendship.
but those memories would never fade.
Four years of togetherness,
can never be lost in four months of physical distance.
The story begins,
with six students searching for new dimensions.
As no two were alike,
the relationships saw both ebbs and tides.
Young as they were,
the immature maturity ruled their decision sphere.
Still those memorable outdoors,
the talks on the beach and patrolling the IITM roads.
The restaurants we went,
with lots of pre- and post- planning for every event.
The movies we saw,
turning days into nights and nights into days.
Days will come and pass by,
but the days in the hostel wing will remain alive.
Nothing can replace this relationship,
six of us and our friendship.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
"When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew"
- William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet
"Time is too slow for those who wait,
too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who rejoice,
but for those who love, time is eternity."
- Henry Van Dyke
"Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour.
Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. THAT'S relativity."
- Albert Einstein
"Men always want to be a woman's first love
women like to be a man's last romance."
- Oscar Wilde
"A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her ears."
- Woodrow Wyatt
"Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for."
- Joseph Addison
"They have come up with a perfect understanding. He won't try to run her life, and he won't try to run his, either. "
"God save me from my friends - I can protect myself from my enemies."
- William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet
"Time is too slow for those who wait,
too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who rejoice,
but for those who love, time is eternity."
- Henry Van Dyke
"Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour.
Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. THAT'S relativity."
- Albert Einstein
"Men always want to be a woman's first love
women like to be a man's last romance."
- Oscar Wilde
"A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her ears."
- Woodrow Wyatt
"Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for."
- Joseph Addison
"They have come up with a perfect understanding. He won't try to run her life, and he won't try to run his, either. "
"God save me from my friends - I can protect myself from my enemies."
The lady by the waves
There she was, standing by the calm evening sea
Her long black hair describing the cool gentle breeze
In a white chiffon top and a blue silken skirt,
She was a vision of loveliness cast in the usual sunset
The hem of her skirt was chased by the frothy waves
And even her slightest movement was defining grace
Lost in the fathomless sea of her thoughts
She stared at the far horizon till the nightfall
The radiance of her smile, the spark in her eyes
Were captured by a curious eye, when she walked by
She was captured on a canvas and the vision filled with colors
Now she stood on the wall, admired by a group of onlookers
There she was standing on the wall of art gallery Vernace,
And there she remained ‘The lady by the waves’.
Her long black hair describing the cool gentle breeze
In a white chiffon top and a blue silken skirt,
She was a vision of loveliness cast in the usual sunset
The hem of her skirt was chased by the frothy waves
And even her slightest movement was defining grace
Lost in the fathomless sea of her thoughts
She stared at the far horizon till the nightfall
The radiance of her smile, the spark in her eyes
Were captured by a curious eye, when she walked by
She was captured on a canvas and the vision filled with colors
Now she stood on the wall, admired by a group of onlookers
There she was standing on the wall of art gallery Vernace,
And there she remained ‘The lady by the waves’.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)