true emotion states
that we keep relationship
above our ego.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Trophy Wife
Life is not easy in all walks of life
Some are fortunate whereas for others it’s a tough ride
Life of a woman always goes like tides
Sea many look calm inside but on shore it wage fight
A fight with self and a fight for survival with pride
This metamorphosis from a caterpillar to a butterfly
is a slow painful process, A process which for some means
shedding layers and layers of borrowed hurts and burdens.
This journey from darkness to dawn requires
an inner courage which is unmatched and unbreakable
Especially when one is economically dependent
It is difficult to take that first step and say ENOUGH
It is difficult to stand for the dignity and
face the filth flung by the society for whom
a woman is merely a “puppet” that can fit into various roles
with strings pulling her from all sides deciding what to do and when.
Follow your dreams and make big strides
No compromises, no adjustments, no sufferings or injustice
Don’t put your aspirations on a back burner, for peaceful happy married life,
You are vigorous women not just a “Trophy Wife”.
Some are fortunate whereas for others it’s a tough ride
Life of a woman always goes like tides
Sea many look calm inside but on shore it wage fight
A fight with self and a fight for survival with pride
This metamorphosis from a caterpillar to a butterfly
is a slow painful process, A process which for some means
shedding layers and layers of borrowed hurts and burdens.
This journey from darkness to dawn requires
an inner courage which is unmatched and unbreakable
Especially when one is economically dependent
It is difficult to take that first step and say ENOUGH
It is difficult to stand for the dignity and
face the filth flung by the society for whom
a woman is merely a “puppet” that can fit into various roles
with strings pulling her from all sides deciding what to do and when.
Follow your dreams and make big strides
No compromises, no adjustments, no sufferings or injustice
Don’t put your aspirations on a back burner, for peaceful happy married life,
You are vigorous women not just a “Trophy Wife”.
A Poet's Fantasy
To fly like eagles without wings
on ideas and imaginations
To craft creative work like weaver bird
To make his poem roar like lions
To paint a poem like Picasso’s work
To compose a poem like Mozart’s tunes
To construct a poem like Oscar Niemeyer’s architect work
To invent a verse of poem like Albert Einstein’s inventions
To see his poem shining like moon
To see his poems often making rainbow's colour
To see his poem enticing like waterfall
To see his poem standing like Mount Everest.
on ideas and imaginations
To craft creative work like weaver bird
To make his poem roar like lions
To paint a poem like Picasso’s work
To compose a poem like Mozart’s tunes
To construct a poem like Oscar Niemeyer’s architect work
To invent a verse of poem like Albert Einstein’s inventions
To see his poem shining like moon
To see his poems often making rainbow's colour
To see his poem enticing like waterfall
To see his poem standing like Mount Everest.
Fate and Destiny
Fate had a fight with destiny , life. followed and death succeeded
Fate said I am preordained course of anybody's life
Destiny said I am a set of predetermined events,
Life said without me you both are useless
Death said I am in love with life and I always succeed.
Fate said I am preordained course of anybody's life
Destiny said I am a set of predetermined events,
Life said without me you both are useless
Death said I am in love with life and I always succeed.
How often !!
How often shadow is bigger than substance
How often fiction rules over reality
How often our imagination become burden
How often river looses identity in sea
How often your name is bigger than you
How often your pen becomes mightier than sword
How often you are loved because it’s YOU
How often you strike jackpot in a single try
No matter if shadow far stretched it goes in darkness.
Fiction is for fun, imagination reflects your desire.
River on its way swallow thirst, hunger and worries.
Name, pen and love are associated with luck, hard work and success.
How often fiction rules over reality
How often our imagination become burden
How often river looses identity in sea
How often your name is bigger than you
How often your pen becomes mightier than sword
How often you are loved because it’s YOU
How often you strike jackpot in a single try
No matter if shadow far stretched it goes in darkness.
Fiction is for fun, imagination reflects your desire.
River on its way swallow thirst, hunger and worries.
Name, pen and love are associated with luck, hard work and success.
Fighting Love - Rubaiyat
In my agony and your ecstasy of love.
Who is winning the battle we seldom care?
Life arena becomes the battlefield with tug of war
Whichever side the rope gets pulled, war is on again.
Who is winning the battle we seldom care?
Life arena becomes the battlefield with tug of war
Whichever side the rope gets pulled, war is on again.
Generation's gap
I wonder on loss of innocence to technology today
Why there are no long relaxing hours for mind, body and soul?
Why micro moments filled with gadgets and iphones ?
Why story books are lying in the shelves?
Kids say, books are too long to read
they have seen in video games and cartoon movies!
They refer to youtube , google when asked for something
All assignments are done by mere search.
Modern Tolstoy’s life is like a chat room,
hundreds of friends on the three social networks
Virtual life gives him a kick, mouse pads have replaced watching epics
He had fixed some poker game challenge on Facebook
His blackberry continues to beep with messages and alerts.
You call them to accompany you to zoo
And he tells you to watch them on
Animal planets or national geography channel
If you ask them about their family and real-time friends
They say family and friends are so boring,
I don’t enjoy anything with them.
I wonder will my kids ever understand all this
The shells, colorful pebbles that was so painstakingly collected
and carefully placed in old shoe boxes
Running barefoot in the rain in the lawn ,
on the terrace, in the field ,
carefree and brimming with joy ,
splashing water with the toes full of mud and weeds.
Making paper boats and watching them zigzag
water streaming through the narrow lanes.
Climbing on the trees and
sitting for hours observing the world beneath,
legs swinging to some unheard music,
Playing marbles, hopscotch and other local games.
Making tents out of sheets and
blankets over the furniture and
escaping into a magical world lit by torch.
So sad to see the world has changed very fast
Generation is passing by widening the gaps.
Why there are no long relaxing hours for mind, body and soul?
Why micro moments filled with gadgets and iphones ?
Why story books are lying in the shelves?
Kids say, books are too long to read
they have seen in video games and cartoon movies!
They refer to youtube , google when asked for something
All assignments are done by mere search.
Modern Tolstoy’s life is like a chat room,
hundreds of friends on the three social networks
Virtual life gives him a kick, mouse pads have replaced watching epics
He had fixed some poker game challenge on Facebook
His blackberry continues to beep with messages and alerts.
You call them to accompany you to zoo
And he tells you to watch them on
Animal planets or national geography channel
If you ask them about their family and real-time friends
They say family and friends are so boring,
I don’t enjoy anything with them.
I wonder will my kids ever understand all this
The shells, colorful pebbles that was so painstakingly collected
and carefully placed in old shoe boxes
Running barefoot in the rain in the lawn ,
on the terrace, in the field ,
carefree and brimming with joy ,
splashing water with the toes full of mud and weeds.
Making paper boats and watching them zigzag
water streaming through the narrow lanes.
Climbing on the trees and
sitting for hours observing the world beneath,
legs swinging to some unheard music,
Playing marbles, hopscotch and other local games.
Making tents out of sheets and
blankets over the furniture and
escaping into a magical world lit by torch.
So sad to see the world has changed very fast
Generation is passing by widening the gaps.
Forever and ever till eternity….
Like a phoenix I rise from the ashes of my dreams
My mind rejuvenate for what I have seen
A beautiful world without sorrows and pains
Heart filling everything with solace and restrain
My healing tears silently fall by taking away the pain and hurt
a calmness seeps inside me like the first summer’s rainy dirt.
I am cleansed and refreshed as I am born again.
The memories of the lost love flushes out from my brain.
Like a soulful melody I forgive myself and you
for the mistakes we committed disappears like dew
From the unseen chains that strangled us in the past
It is a new beginning for you and me and for our new lit love to last.
Forever and ever till eternity….
My mind rejuvenate for what I have seen
A beautiful world without sorrows and pains
Heart filling everything with solace and restrain
My healing tears silently fall by taking away the pain and hurt
a calmness seeps inside me like the first summer’s rainy dirt.
I am cleansed and refreshed as I am born again.
The memories of the lost love flushes out from my brain.
Like a soulful melody I forgive myself and you
for the mistakes we committed disappears like dew
From the unseen chains that strangled us in the past
It is a new beginning for you and me and for our new lit love to last.
Forever and ever till eternity….
Disguise games - Rubaiyat
The nakedness dances at the feet of vulgar
The hidden darkness now flash outside
The molten pride is pampering uncovered egos
Death is silently smiling on; as the life is playing games of masquerade.
The hidden darkness now flash outside
The molten pride is pampering uncovered egos
Death is silently smiling on; as the life is playing games of masquerade.
Be it of ..........
Be it of rich, be it of poor
The colour of the blood is same
Be it of wood, be it of charcoal,
Colour of fume is the same
Be is of strong, be it of weak,
The sweat of both is same.
Be it of lover, be it of poet,
The pain of both is same.
Be it of father, be it of mother,
Blessings of both are same.
Be it of brothers, be it of sisters,
Love and affection of both is same.
Be it of thinker, be it of scientist,
Vision of both is same.
Be it of life, be it of death,
The story of both is same.
The colour of the blood is same
Be it of wood, be it of charcoal,
Colour of fume is the same
Be is of strong, be it of weak,
The sweat of both is same.
Be it of lover, be it of poet,
The pain of both is same.
Be it of father, be it of mother,
Blessings of both are same.
Be it of brothers, be it of sisters,
Love and affection of both is same.
Be it of thinker, be it of scientist,
Vision of both is same.
Be it of life, be it of death,
The story of both is same.
Together - Rubaiyat.
Righteousness and wickedness are together
Like day and night, inseparable and joined at the hip.
They go hand in hand, one outshines other with sincerity
Love and hate are on opposite ends yet shake hands from behind.
Like day and night, inseparable and joined at the hip.
They go hand in hand, one outshines other with sincerity
Love and hate are on opposite ends yet shake hands from behind.
Untold Story - Rubaiyat.
Mysteries of the grave is unknown
heart announce that you came lived and now gone
the rustling of the branches whose roots suck the body's elements
silently speaks about the resting body in the tomb.
heart announce that you came lived and now gone
the rustling of the branches whose roots suck the body's elements
silently speaks about the resting body in the tomb.
Promise Me.....
Before the slumbering sun woke up
And before the dawn breaks up
Confess to me that the night we spent together
Indeed, Left indelible mark to cherish forever.
I want you to promise me one thing before I go
Behind in galaxy, undone by the outshining sunlight,
That the rhythmic words of the song we set together
And the music we discovered you shall unleash to this world.
We set our soul like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes
and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night
if the earth that enfolded the victims of oppression in that lonely place
you shall sing those sorrowful tunes of suffering souls,
and will inspire me to talk again, I resorted to silence.
But if the people understood what silence reveals to them,
they would have been as close to God as " tears in their eyes".
And before the dawn breaks up
Confess to me that the night we spent together
Indeed, Left indelible mark to cherish forever.
I want you to promise me one thing before I go
Behind in galaxy, undone by the outshining sunlight,
That the rhythmic words of the song we set together
And the music we discovered you shall unleash to this world.
We set our soul like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes
and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night
if the earth that enfolded the victims of oppression in that lonely place
you shall sing those sorrowful tunes of suffering souls,
and will inspire me to talk again, I resorted to silence.
But if the people understood what silence reveals to them,
they would have been as close to God as " tears in their eyes".
The three devils….
When the night swallows the earth,
And silence surrounds everywhere,
And the darkness covers purity like tide on tide,
The three devils−slowly uncovers, like fragrance in air,
They appear upon the mountains.
And runs through the rivers;
The mist floats across their breasts,
And their heads rose in majesty above the world.
Then they speak, and like distant thunder
their voices rolls over the plains
and their wishful thinking flies with the wings
to the far away land where people are waiting
with lustful candles, to ignite,
Decently packed corked bottles, to uncork,
And to dance to the tunes of pride, arrogance and pomp.
Three devils shall preach whole night on emptiness
Leaving in confused state for lights, to try and purify whole day.
And silence surrounds everywhere,
And the darkness covers purity like tide on tide,
The three devils−slowly uncovers, like fragrance in air,
They appear upon the mountains.
And runs through the rivers;
The mist floats across their breasts,
And their heads rose in majesty above the world.
Then they speak, and like distant thunder
their voices rolls over the plains
and their wishful thinking flies with the wings
to the far away land where people are waiting
with lustful candles, to ignite,
Decently packed corked bottles, to uncork,
And to dance to the tunes of pride, arrogance and pomp.
Three devils shall preach whole night on emptiness
Leaving in confused state for lights, to try and purify whole day.
How Come ??
They say my heart is weakening
Yet my love is increasing, how come?
And they don’t answer it.
They say my eye sight is fading
Yet my vision is perfect, I ask how come?
And they don’t answer it.
They say my voice is not audible
Yet they clearly understand what I meant, How come?
Again they keep mum!
They say body can’t lift more than ten kilograms of weight
Yet I can move mountains with thoughts, How come?
They shows a blank face.
They say when I walk few miles, I am breathless
Yet my determination surpasses the bullet, How come?
They look towards sky.
They say my body actions have limitations
However, my wisdom is boundless, how come?
They close their eyes.
I know my body is growing and becoming weak
Yet my soul has full enthusiasm to drive me
to enable me to perform things beyond the body can think.
Yet my love is increasing, how come?
And they don’t answer it.
They say my eye sight is fading
Yet my vision is perfect, I ask how come?
And they don’t answer it.
They say my voice is not audible
Yet they clearly understand what I meant, How come?
Again they keep mum!
They say body can’t lift more than ten kilograms of weight
Yet I can move mountains with thoughts, How come?
They shows a blank face.
They say when I walk few miles, I am breathless
Yet my determination surpasses the bullet, How come?
They look towards sky.
They say my body actions have limitations
However, my wisdom is boundless, how come?
They close their eyes.
I know my body is growing and becoming weak
Yet my soul has full enthusiasm to drive me
to enable me to perform things beyond the body can think.
Did you see !!!!
Did you see my love notes?
On the wings of butterfly
On the roaring waves of the sea
On the passing rays through the prism
Did you hear my voice?
In the morning bells,
In the bird’s tweet,
In, the whistling winds passing by the leave.
Did you feel me?
By the touch of wind
In the fragrance of the flowers
In the softness of the clouds.
I am with you all the time
In every form in every shape
Yet you overlook me at times
and search me outside somewhere.
On the wings of butterfly
On the roaring waves of the sea
On the passing rays through the prism
Did you hear my voice?
In the morning bells,
In the bird’s tweet,
In, the whistling winds passing by the leave.
Did you feel me?
By the touch of wind
In the fragrance of the flowers
In the softness of the clouds.
I am with you all the time
In every form in every shape
Yet you overlook me at times
and search me outside somewhere.
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