I want to be like a feather,
White as peace and independent like the weather.
I want to fly,fly high in the sky,
With the cool breeze as my companion....
And go off to far off lands,
Where the stars i can kiss and where nothing shall i miss.
Where love and life would be at their best,
As if clad in the glamorous costumes of the west.
But with an Indian heart I shall go,
And create leaders who will bring peace back home
To drive the evils out of home.
O you Gods spare me please,
Of the sins I 've committed to make myself pleased.
You are something ,I know not what.
I 've never seen You,nor have i felt You....
But i know that you live within me and perhaps you are everything I am.
O God,tell me who you are,
And give me strength to attain success..
In all the steps that i take.
O God give me the strength to defeat the devil,
And eliminate the word called evil.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
FRIENDLESS
The wide world all around me,
Beautiful to all but a pain for me.
I look around and i gauge the miles,
Too full of people,but where among them is me?
I see a light ray midst the darkness,
And i rush towards it with excited madness.
I search,I seek and I crave for a friend,
But deserting people seems to be the day's trend!
He who came once with glittering stars,
Left soon after leaving me shattered like a dead flower.
I gave him my light but he offered shadows,
Only to leave me amidst drought stricken meadows.
I cried and cried expecting him to be back,
But all he did was treat me like a discarded sack.
I gave him my heart,it is true,
But what he did was change me all through.
He is no more with me but here i stand,
Changed forever with his memories like footprints on sand.
He who went, took away my dreams.......
Dreams which i had nourished with the utmost care it seems.
That's not all,dear friends, please hold on.
You know?Challenges and sorrows gripped my life as he moved on.
But I know that I have to live,
I know I must servive,
Because deed can change destiny,
No man can ever decide it.
Just like a billion drops makes the ocean full,
Bits of effort provide our dreams fuel.
To face the tide is what the mighty do,
Losers leave it upon Almighty to make their wish-cans full.
Beautiful to all but a pain for me.
I look around and i gauge the miles,
Too full of people,but where among them is me?
I see a light ray midst the darkness,
And i rush towards it with excited madness.
I search,I seek and I crave for a friend,
But deserting people seems to be the day's trend!
He who came once with glittering stars,
Left soon after leaving me shattered like a dead flower.
I gave him my light but he offered shadows,
Only to leave me amidst drought stricken meadows.
I cried and cried expecting him to be back,
But all he did was treat me like a discarded sack.
I gave him my heart,it is true,
But what he did was change me all through.
He is no more with me but here i stand,
Changed forever with his memories like footprints on sand.
He who went, took away my dreams.......
Dreams which i had nourished with the utmost care it seems.
That's not all,dear friends, please hold on.
You know?Challenges and sorrows gripped my life as he moved on.
But I know that I have to live,
I know I must servive,
Because deed can change destiny,
No man can ever decide it.
Just like a billion drops makes the ocean full,
Bits of effort provide our dreams fuel.
To face the tide is what the mighty do,
Losers leave it upon Almighty to make their wish-cans full.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
THREAD
"Once upon a time in the emerald palace,
There lived a prince,
Tall and handsome,and clever as a fish,
He loved a princess called Kasmara,
Who was as beautiful as the sun,"
Said granny to Sarah while eating a bun.
But Sarah was not satisfied,
She had heard many such lovely ties.
Thus bored she told granny,
"Today let me tell you a story,
There was once a burly man.
He was as tall as the mango tree.
His hands were as heavy as a log of wood,
And his wife was sweet little Mary.
The burly man and Mary had a daughter,
Whom they loved the most.
To them she was as bright as a diamond,
Though her skin was as black as coal.
Mary said,"My daughter is as beautiful as a pink coloured tulip,
And a rosy smile is always there on her lips."
But every person who saw there child knew no uglier one!
But to Mary and the burly man,
Their daughter was as valuable as the last water-filled can.
Thus was their life happy and safe,
Spun around their only child.
One day the villagers said to them,
"Your child is the ugliest and she should be taken out of town."
They asked,"What's unique in her??Tell us now!!"
Tears filled Mary's husband's eyes but she did not cry at all.
To the villagers she said,
"Beauty of heart is real beauty,beauty of face is none.
Love is born at heart and makes the ugly sweet.
It is a THREAD which no one sees but everyone feels
Binding their hearts.
And it is this love that's unique in my child,
Which none of you have."
A divine palour spread in the room,
Which clothed Mary and her granny.
Light streamed in through the window,
Freshly washed by the just concluded rain.
And this light penetrated their hearts,
As if telling them the secret of love.......
Tears streamed down granny's cheeks,
Washing away all her griefs.
She kissed her grand daughter,
Proud of the knowledge she possessed,
Which granny in all her years couldnot access.
There lived a prince,
Tall and handsome,and clever as a fish,
He loved a princess called Kasmara,
Who was as beautiful as the sun,"
Said granny to Sarah while eating a bun.
But Sarah was not satisfied,
She had heard many such lovely ties.
Thus bored she told granny,
"Today let me tell you a story,
There was once a burly man.
He was as tall as the mango tree.
His hands were as heavy as a log of wood,
And his wife was sweet little Mary.
The burly man and Mary had a daughter,
Whom they loved the most.
To them she was as bright as a diamond,
Though her skin was as black as coal.
Mary said,"My daughter is as beautiful as a pink coloured tulip,
And a rosy smile is always there on her lips."
But every person who saw there child knew no uglier one!
But to Mary and the burly man,
Their daughter was as valuable as the last water-filled can.
Thus was their life happy and safe,
Spun around their only child.
One day the villagers said to them,
"Your child is the ugliest and she should be taken out of town."
They asked,"What's unique in her??Tell us now!!"
Tears filled Mary's husband's eyes but she did not cry at all.
To the villagers she said,
"Beauty of heart is real beauty,beauty of face is none.
Love is born at heart and makes the ugly sweet.
It is a THREAD which no one sees but everyone feels
Binding their hearts.
And it is this love that's unique in my child,
Which none of you have."
A divine palour spread in the room,
Which clothed Mary and her granny.
Light streamed in through the window,
Freshly washed by the just concluded rain.
And this light penetrated their hearts,
As if telling them the secret of love.......
Tears streamed down granny's cheeks,
Washing away all her griefs.
She kissed her grand daughter,
Proud of the knowledge she possessed,
Which granny in all her years couldnot access.
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