tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231459192011-04-21T23:20:43.471+05:30From random thoughts to poetic verses, from real-life incidents to strange nuances, from stories heard to creeping questions ....everything that leaves an impact on me is etched in this space.CoolMoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01857711913445027047noreply@blogger.comBlogger441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23145919.post-20646335022658931652008-11-20T18:51:00.002+05:302008-11-20T19:23:47.741+05:30

In the hope for a better tomorrow....I decide to move forward....Bullets of doubtsClouds of risksAnd pages of uncertaintiesStrike me one by oneThe pendulum of SHOULD I or SHOULDN'T IFinally weighed down at the latterI took the plungeAnd cut the ties with a ribbon-clad knifeApprehension, Worry, and a little GuiltAre the immediate escortsSlowly giving way to Excitement, anticipation and

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When you think or rather assume that you have had a good day, something or the other has to go wrong and hit you where it hurts the most!!Just when you plan to have a late start for the day, your child refuses to board the school bus, insisting that you drop her to school.A huge fight with the husband in front of your kid and when the house is full of guests!A flat tire when you need to reach to

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Take up a job, you like and you will never feel you are working!But once you do have your dream job, ensure it remains a dream!

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Relax and dont think furtherWhat will be will be....I wish I could work on the above two lines and gain some satisfaction and contentment in life!!!!Why such restlessness always....there is hardly a time when I am relaxed and satisfied with the way my life is going on....even the quotes of positive thinking on the desktop calendar are not helping anymore....and I can feel the approaching dearth

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Tossing words to and froLike Ping Pong balls jumping from one end to the otherTeasing, flirting, and laughing..They take the excitement to the peakThen comes the fatal question...From this peak to where next?How long can I stay at the peak..An hour, a day, a week, a month...and thats it..my time expires!There is a wide undiscovered sky around the peakBut am I ready to take that flight yet?Am I

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I always thought little of moody people....never really understood how people's behavior and attitudes can change in sync with their moods...or lifestyles?But in the last few months...I am wondering if I have become moody too....or have been one since a while now..without noticing or coming to terms with it and going on in my own strides...looking down at the so called "moody" people in my circle

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Take it while you have it even if you don’t want it,Tomorrow when you will want it, it may not exist anymore….Let it go when it is leaving even if you don’t want it to,Tomorrow when you don’t want it, it may not depart anymore….

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Why? What? How? Where?Questions at every toss, questions at every turn,Find me a land devoid of these queries…Where none exists but only the fact series,Thatcan’t be questioned,need not be answered.Take me to the waters of unquestioning waves…Which offer a ride without having the answer craze,Whichfreely embrace,and let go without a trace.Discover me a forest with bright skies…Which envelops me

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Caught in a black jungleThe tall trees of silenceMocked my growthSearching my way through…After much struggle,I saw a small light far away in darknessHope and dread for the unknownMade me wait a while and ponderBut the temptation won the raceTreading ahead I felt the light become biggerBeginning to feel the warmthTouch my soul and re-igniteI looked back at the drifting jungleSurprised at the

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Wait for none...Only empty spaces remain,To gaze accusingly at you.Pointing a finger at the lost chance,Smirking at the often used ifs and buts.And when the end comes near,You are again bewitchedBy this visious circle.Going ahead and then hestitating,You get the byline of a coward.What to do?When bravery refuses to shake hands with caution.

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Grieving over the past,Envying a planned future,The days of present depart…Tomorrow arrives,Looking back at today.Pitying the day that passed…Waiting for day after,Desiring for a newness to appear…The hours and minutes take wings.As days changed into months,And months into years…The regret overtakes,Making everything sour.The wait continues,Churning the anticipation.A decade passes by in anguish…

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Sitting in the café with a cup of steaming coffeeI wonder at the young couple sitting on the next table.Holding hands, sipping from a single frosted glassAnd giggling away to glory...Looking at the seat opposite me, I smileShe smiles back at me and cheers her glassI feel light inside, sitting there in the quaint surroundingAnd thinking all life’s mysteries...Reading the newspaper between usWe

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“Life is a series of trials and convictions, where those released are seldom overjoyed.”

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"Some things happen for the best, even though the best is not what you want or need at that time."

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Laughing and CryingTwo sides of a coin.Have you ever felt sorrows merging with smilesIn an astonishing wayWhen tears mingle with the wrinklesAnd you laugh aloud with waters in your eyesHave you ever seen agonies blending with pleasuresIn a colorful styleWhen all pains jumble up with the joysAnd you can’t pin point one from the otherHave you ever heard relief tying hands with anguishWith a

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I went through a strange stateThe last few days…Keeping myself distractedI tried all tactics…To avoid all thoughts of youYet felt depressed and blueI made all the callsI visited all the stallsI browsed through the NetI boozed the night to forgetI worked in the day lightAt night, tried hard to writeThen I read this quoteThat an anonymous writer wroteWhen you have somethingYou often forget what it

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Looking up in the sky,I wished for the rain…..The little drops of happinessThat will wipe away all the pain…Atlast the rain came,But of a different sort….It brought spurts of joyThat enhanced the colors of pain…Be careful what you wish for,Someone had advised long back…Merging the tears with the rain,I tried to figure out the lack…The melancholy song made me cry,Wanting to shout at the sky…In the

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The ones that I trustedSimply untied all the knotsAnd moved forwardWithout a backward glance.The ones that I doubtedClung to the loose knotsAnd tightened themWithout a taunting grudge.Standing still at the same pointI have the choiceTo mourn the loss of the betrayerTo join hands with the sincereWhat keeps me waiting then?Is it the morbid thoughtOf another unpleasant equationWhere reality yet

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An unhurried sunA sluggish cloudA slow moving breezeA leisurely birdA lull in the windA stillness in the nightA lethargic tick of the clockA dreamless sleep of the mindA quaint hush surrounds all‘Slow motion’ is scribbled on the wall.Is this the silence before a storm?Or just the daily norm?I want to rush and reach the end,Before crossing each and every bend.Yet it is the after-end that

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On a borderless horizon,With blue and green clouds and seas….I sit still and gaze.The wind here is cooler,It blows my hair and whispers in my ears.I close my eyes and feel.The sun here is milder,It caresses my arms and kisses my eyes.I stretch my hand and touch.The rain here is softer,It fills my heart and washes my lips.I smile and admire,The colors here are different,They delight me and make me

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Open that closet of wishesAnd erase the numerous wrinkles.Remove the frilled window curtainAnd bookmark the sunshine.Feel the warmth of the breezeAnd let it superimpose the coldness.Watch the dance of the sparrowsAnd record their rhythm.Capture the laughter of rain dropsAnd replay it from morning to noon.Wipe the old look in the mirrorAnd add the sparkles of newness.Observe the tall neighborhood

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When I was a child, I had made a list at the back of my favorite notebook of things I would be doing when I grow up.A few days back, while spring cleaning, my eye caught the faded cover of the same notebook tucked away in an old carton. I felt a pang of pleasure mixed with sadness as I flipped to the last page.Even before I began to read the items, written with pencil colors, I knew that 80% of

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Last nightThere was a raging storm.The wind had a fight.And took out her anger,At us, the poor clouds.It poohed and pawed us angrily,And threw us far apart.Leaving us to find our way or mourn for the loss.Still drifting in the unknown skies,I wonder at the wind’s behavior.I thought her to be a friend,Gentle, soft, and kind.Changing her directions,To assuage my big and small actions.But Nothing is

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When life is good, there is no time to live it. When life sucks, the time chews you, nibbling your heart and spitting the chewed parts at you!

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HomingIn the generous of heartsExistingIn the topmost brainsScavengingOn the lovers soulsRestingOn the impatient fingertipsTappingOn the running feetEverywhere and anywhere,You reside supreme.Making your presence known,When the time arrives.MakingA rift between friendsCreatingA gap between siblingsCausingA split between couplesAn ode to you forYour dominant authority,Your continuous omnipresence,

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The broken glass on the road,Distorts my face easily.Each small piece,Reflects a feature halfheartedly.One eye, a half smile, few strands of hair,Scattered all around.Twisted expressions, helpless feelings,Laugh back at me.Coming closer I look for,Optical illusions.Hoping one of them can illustrate,A fleeting glee.A flashy car speeds by,Leaving behind only the spiky splinters….

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The pain is at it.Stinging me in the head,Pinching me in the stomach, stabbing me in the heart….The pulse pounds.Warming me in the cheeks,Splitting me in the forehead, spearing me in my hands….The mind spins in a flash.Clogging me in my thinking,Deceiving me in my gestures, disturbing me in my work….The adrenalin rises.Leaving me in my restlessness,Surrounding me in my murkiness, plunging me in

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Blank mind,A boring meeting,The long MOM to be filled.Cranky clients,Ever-changing requirements,Boss’s silhouette looming in the background.Lukewarm coffee,A splitting headache,The guard’s Late Stay register to sign.Complicated templates,A faulty keyboard,The additions to the daily task list.Noisy café,The everyday crib session,The difficult to overcome after-lunch drowsiness.Friends on messenger

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Sitting with people at the cafe,Listening to the animated conversation.I don't hear what they are saying..Watching a movie in the theatre,Looking at the interesting scene unfolding.I don't see what's happening..Running a presentation in the office,Clicking open one frame after another.I don't comprehend what it presents..Driving through the highway,Getting stuck in the heavy traffic.I don't feel

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At lunch today, a few women collegues were discussing their maids animatedly.....One of them said in a sarcastic tone, "These maids have turned so modern nowadays! I saw my maid on her off day shopping in the local market, wearing jeans, lipstick, and high heels!" As the others on the table ooh-aahed at the thought....it made me think...what is this thing about people expecting a certain

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She decided to indulge in this.... so-called 'pleasure' trip..... I saw her starting this journey, calling it self-salvation or some bullshit like that.......tried hard to stop her....but she had made up her mind....It was as if she HAD to do it and experience the pain and the hurt. The justifications that she gave made little sense ..... yet she was adamant. I saw her gloating in the aftermath

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the dew drops on the leaves,falling on the fluttering feathers of the sparrow.the dog sniffing at the leftovers,reminding of the last night’s party.the pink stroke in the sky,nudging the soft whiteness of the clouds.the sigh of the cleaning woman,trudging her weary legs to the house.the twinkle in the eyes of children,waiting for their school buses on the road.the toothless smile of the old man,

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I met her after 12 years.Couldn’t hold the excitement, when I heard from her first and we set up a date and time to meet. She was my school time best friend! We had sat together on the same bench for years! We had shared our books, lunches, exam fevers, boy friend’ woes, music tapes, and so much more………….. I told all the people around me that I am meeting my ‘bum chum’ after years of having lost

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Running, panting, heaving,I suddenly stop in my tracks.Blood rushes to my face,And I can feel the warmth…Strange and chaotic thoughts,Drift in and out of my mind.Spinning one image after another,I rapidly flick through them…….A shiver goes down my spine,Making my hackles rise.Building walls around my soul,I slowly block myself in a void….A hush surrounds me completely,Whispering careful words in

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Cool waters on my palms,Turn into drops.Traveling the lengths of lines and curves..They form different shapes.Flushing the mount of Venus,They etch deep into the life line.Sliding down the Saturn rise,Indifferent to the wooing lady luck,They settle on the heart line,And slowly carve my destiny....

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Yesterday at lunch in a fast food joint, i noticed this really senior man (must be around 70), dressed semi-shabbily, in sleepers, enjoying (relishing actually...) a really sweeeet desert, all by himself.I could see his complete absorption in the treat and his oblivion to the rest of the world.....as if its just him and the Gulab Jamun that he was savouring...I laughingly mentioned to my friends.

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I always thought trusting someone means that you don't expect the person you trust to ever let you down or hurt you intentionally.....But I guess, different people think of "Trust" differently....I have had close encounters with two extremists recently....One who trusts me so much that even if he feels that I might be doing wrong will not question me....One who trusts me so much that he wants to

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The most hyped word in this world still seems to be an enigma.Many definitions, formulas, phenomenas, chemical reactions, and examples have been used to describe this feeling of wooziness, general happiness, and attraction towards another person.I tried searching the word "LOVE" on Google and got some really amusing results. Some of which are:A Love Calculator ( this actually calculates the

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Frozen looksFreeze my flesh.I sigh.Even the breath is icy.Where is the sunTo warm and undoThe cold in me?I grope around..In anticipationOf an amiable hand,A soft touch, A lingering fragrance.All I can sense..Is the murky feel of the wetland.A thorny paw clutches my heart..As I recall the words said atMy funeral.

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Time is relentless..It changes you without giving in to its eternity...Time is focussed..It envelopes you without being obvious...Time is selfish..It takes all from you without missing a beat...Time is life..It grabs you, rapes you, and throws away the leftovers...

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I saw a child Playing in the mudRed hair Glistening in the sunTwinkling eyes, Reverberating the sea.Hands clutched the dark soilAnd out came a dimpled smile,Enthralling me.As I looked onShe metamorphosed in an old hagKneading the muckWhite hairShimmering in the sunJaded eyes, Emulating lifeHands fumbled for the pebblesEmerged a shriveled grin of toothless gums.Horrifying me.I stepped backwards

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Life is empty Of all contemplation.A straight line. . .No curves, no bendsWasn't this the aching wish?Then why comes the doubt,Crouching.Creeping.Into the layers of blank dreams.Jilting all complacency.Crushing.. Self-gratification.Strange thoughts in a herdCrowd the psycheReturns the sighOnce again to beleaguer.

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One of my secret fantasies isTo be known all over the world.......To be one of those famous souls who are recognized for their work to humanity all across the globe.....To be one of those who are haunted by media day in and day out, for a brief coverage on their channels, newspapers, etc...To be one of those who are idolized by the youth across nations.....To be one of the top names in all the

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Its amazing how you think that you know a person pretty well and then something happens and his or her reaction to that event or incident completely take you by surprise!How long does it take to know a person anyways? A few days? A few months? A few years? Or a a lifetime?OK, the usual answer to the question is that it depends on person to person!Sometimes, if one is in a hurry to discover the

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