Why God ?
When my Indian girlfriend lovingly asked me not to indulge in the spicy curry bought for her,why did I get offended ?
Why did I have to choose the curry rather than oblige a simple “No”.
Sigh!
Wednesday 13 April 2016
The spicy curry!
Uff! my arse...
Why God ?
When my Indian girlfriend lovingly asked me not to indulge in the spicy curry bought for her,why did I get offended ?
Why did I have to choose the curry rather than oblige a simple “No”.
Sigh!
Why God ?
When my Indian girlfriend lovingly asked me not to indulge in the spicy curry bought for her,why did I get offended ?
Why did I have to choose the curry rather than oblige a simple “No”.
Sigh!
Tuesday 12 April 2016
Joy
Searching for a beautiful word...
To pour my hearts out for this
I, but only found Joy
Note : I am Jubliant :).Finally something with letter
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To pour my hearts out for this
I, but only found Joy
Note : I am Jubliant :).Finally something with letter
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Monday 11 April 2016
My Inglenook...
An intoxicating smell of your memories
Flooded me,as I step into our room
Opening the door, engaged me
With that suffocating fragrance of you
The wedding picture on the table
The night lamp on the shelf
The small nook behind the door
The wide open windows with shuffling curtains
Made me smile with magical thoughts
Neatly folded bed linen,and the pillows
Reminded me of the days and the nights
Of the discussions,Of the future,
Of the decisions,Of the love :)
We made together,in our room
A smile,A touch,A hug,A kiss
Is all that I badly need from you
And its all that I received in plenty
As I stood there in our room...
Note : Our room,sans my love and a load of his memories :)
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Flooded me,as I step into our room
Opening the door, engaged me
With that suffocating fragrance of you
The wedding picture on the table
The night lamp on the shelf
The small nook behind the door
The wide open windows with shuffling curtains
Made me smile with magical thoughts
Neatly folded bed linen,and the pillows
Reminded me of the days and the nights
Of the discussions,Of the future,
Of the decisions,Of the love :)
We made together,in our room
A smile,A touch,A hug,A kiss
Is all that I badly need from you
And its all that I received in plenty
As I stood there in our room...
Note : Our room,sans my love and a load of his memories :)
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Saturday 9 April 2016
Haunted...
An old blue silk saree, adorns her body
A thin gold chain around her neck
Her hands filled with red bangles
Her dark kohl filled black eyes
Dreams about her future life
Her smile,brightens the hopes
She was a beauty!
And there he stood,her saviour
Until today he was no one
But after today he is the one
Non describable was he, but his act
Will be the talk for years to come
To marry the girl,whose innocence was robbed
And was sold as cheap old gold
Her eyes were in tears of happiness
She turned back to see her friends
Their gleaming eyes filled with hope
For a day like this might come
A release from this wretched life
A wedding so rare,thus happened !
With blessings and well wishes
She moved on with him
A new home and hopeful new world
She took care of him and so did he
They loved each other
In a way no one else can
She was safe with him
Away from those stares and ogles
And from the haunted memories
In every moment spend with him
Only to be interrupted,
By the knocks at their door
Quoting prices for her
He , neither could she tolerate
She was reminded of her old life
As she walked the streets
The ladies and the kids
Stayed away from her
People talk and talk
Spreading news of all kind
She could tolerate,but not him
His eyes oozed the pain
Of an unfulfilled promise
She cried,cried and cried
And then finally decided
From better or worse
She could never be with him
Her life is a simply a mirage
And returned to her old home
Where all those gloomy eyes
Absorbed her sorrow
And the realisation of their life.
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A thin gold chain around her neck
Her hands filled with red bangles
Her dark kohl filled black eyes
Dreams about her future life
Her smile,brightens the hopes
She was a beauty!
And there he stood,her saviour
Until today he was no one
But after today he is the one
Non describable was he, but his act
Will be the talk for years to come
To marry the girl,whose innocence was robbed
And was sold as cheap old gold
Her eyes were in tears of happiness
She turned back to see her friends
Their gleaming eyes filled with hope
For a day like this might come
A release from this wretched life
A wedding so rare,thus happened !
With blessings and well wishes
She moved on with him
A new home and hopeful new world
She took care of him and so did he
They loved each other
In a way no one else can
She was safe with him
Away from those stares and ogles
And from the haunted memories
In every moment spend with him
Only to be interrupted,
By the knocks at their door
Quoting prices for her
He , neither could she tolerate
She was reminded of her old life
As she walked the streets
The ladies and the kids
Stayed away from her
People talk and talk
Spreading news of all kind
She could tolerate,but not him
His eyes oozed the pain
Of an unfulfilled promise
She cried,cried and cried
And then finally decided
From better or worse
She could never be with him
Her life is a simply a mirage
And returned to her old home
Where all those gloomy eyes
Absorbed her sorrow
And the realisation of their life.
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Friday 8 April 2016
The Golgotha...
It is just another day,
After years we meet
I am at your door step
And I bought Daisies
The ones that hide love
As I hand it over to you
I know,you smirk,as always
It is just another day,
After years we meet
Cloudy with a hue of rain
I sit and you lie down
Under the old and crimp maple tree
As I chatter about the dreams and desires
I know,you laugh mockingly, as always
It is just another day,
After years we meet
The wind picks up its pace
Orange maple leaves and raindrops
Descend in abundance to the earth
As I take in the intoxicating fragrance of mud
I know,you look at me curiously, as always
It is just another day,
After years we meet
As the rain stops and winds drop
I can see,the washed away rose petals
Dripping daisies and Departing dreams
Memories, are all that remains of you
Enclosed with me in laughter and tears
For all these years
I know,you are telling me, to leave
But,Its a promise,
I still will come again
Not only for you,but also for me…
Note : This one is an old poem I had written but using it now,so that I can keep up with the challenge :).
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After years we meet
I am at your door step
And I bought Daisies
The ones that hide love
As I hand it over to you
I know,you smirk,as always
It is just another day,
After years we meet
Cloudy with a hue of rain
I sit and you lie down
Under the old and crimp maple tree
As I chatter about the dreams and desires
I know,you laugh mockingly, as always
It is just another day,
After years we meet
The wind picks up its pace
Orange maple leaves and raindrops
Descend in abundance to the earth
As I take in the intoxicating fragrance of mud
I know,you look at me curiously, as always
It is just another day,
After years we meet
As the rain stops and winds drop
I can see,the washed away rose petals
Dripping daisies and Departing dreams
Memories, are all that remains of you
Enclosed with me in laughter and tears
For all these years
I know,you are telling me, to leave
But,Its a promise,
I still will come again
Not only for you,but also for me…
Note : This one is an old poem I had written but using it now,so that I can keep up with the challenge :).
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Thursday 7 April 2016
Flagrant...
"Darker night, darker the alley
I wish I had died the day
When they took my soul..."
Note : My first attempt at a Haiku and I am not sure,if this can be considered as one :)
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Wednesday 6 April 2016
Ephemeral
I was born very late in the night.
Dawn,to be precise.Nothing but only the tender moonlight,sprayed upon.I have finally reached my destination.This,the birth was overwhelming.I was scared and sad.And then I began my waiting...,to die.Well,that was my purpose.I was born to die.
I felt,I might not even live until the sun rose. My death which was certain and I even knew how I would die.I would simply dry up or burst open.But sometimes,even a light breeze can kill me,if I am not careful.
Once I settled,I noticed my surroundings.The dimly lit landscape,with rays of sun slowly seeping in.The beautiful sky which was being nudged by the sun rays to wake up,spreading its orange hues.The huge trees.The flowers.The green plants.All were sleeping and no one knew,I have arrived.
I was appalled by the beauty before me but was sad,thinking about the minuscule of life I had to enjoy this.In me, echoed the voice of elders,"There was no real purpose of our birth.And by our death,we hope to be reborn to tell the tales of wonder who chose to go down this path."
It was then,a little girl with her grandfather came running to me.I was trembling with fear,for the blanket under which I hid myself was opened.
"Look,grandpa.Look at what I have found.See,this is shining at the tip of the rose bud.Look, how pretty is it ? "
"Oh dear, its dew drop."
At this moment, I realised my purpose of life which was smaller than an eye-blink.I am alive to help a little girl form a beautiful memory.And as long as she is able to recall my existence and be happy about it,even if it was for a moment,I consider myself to have "lived".A huge life span doesn't matter unless,if we are able to spark a tinge of happiness in at least a person.
Though,ephemeral.I understand,I am eternal in a little girl's memory!
****
Note: Bit late due to hectic schedule at work.Nonetheless,continuing with the challenge!! :)
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Dawn,to be precise.Nothing but only the tender moonlight,sprayed upon.I have finally reached my destination.This,the birth was overwhelming.I was scared and sad.And then I began my waiting...,to die.Well,that was my purpose.I was born to die.
I felt,I might not even live until the sun rose. My death which was certain and I even knew how I would die.I would simply dry up or burst open.But sometimes,even a light breeze can kill me,if I am not careful.
Once I settled,I noticed my surroundings.The dimly lit landscape,with rays of sun slowly seeping in.The beautiful sky which was being nudged by the sun rays to wake up,spreading its orange hues.The huge trees.The flowers.The green plants.All were sleeping and no one knew,I have arrived.
I was appalled by the beauty before me but was sad,thinking about the minuscule of life I had to enjoy this.In me, echoed the voice of elders,"There was no real purpose of our birth.And by our death,we hope to be reborn to tell the tales of wonder who chose to go down this path."
It was then,a little girl with her grandfather came running to me.I was trembling with fear,for the blanket under which I hid myself was opened.
"Look,grandpa.Look at what I have found.See,this is shining at the tip of the rose bud.Look, how pretty is it ? "
"Oh dear, its dew drop."
At this moment, I realised my purpose of life which was smaller than an eye-blink.I am alive to help a little girl form a beautiful memory.And as long as she is able to recall my existence and be happy about it,even if it was for a moment,I consider myself to have "lived".A huge life span doesn't matter unless,if we are able to spark a tinge of happiness in at least a person.
Though,ephemeral.I understand,I am eternal in a little girl's memory!
****
Note: Bit late due to hectic schedule at work.Nonetheless,continuing with the challenge!! :)
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Tuesday 5 April 2016
Discrepancy !
He was the head of "The Company".To be precise,he was the only employee of his company.He just had revamped his largest system of records and he had a lot of pending work.His upgrade was to make sure that the information was stored with utmost security.He could trust none.
“One hell of a job to manage all these records!!”.He felt frustrated.A few hours into tracking and loading the new system,he could not find the any relation or place for some 21,000 records.He was confused.
"Were these records previously present or did he make mistakes ?"
He was too lazy to check his backup data and rather found the easy way,deleting all the mismatched records.Well,he was being the boss.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
All news channels were flashing the latest news - Japan hit by a massive earthquake of magnitude 8.9 and followed by a destructive Tsunami.Almost 3000 people feared dead.
Few days later - The count increased to 21,000.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Yeah, pretty much settled ”. He smiled.
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Note : Being creative ;)
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“One hell of a job to manage all these records!!”.He felt frustrated.A few hours into tracking and loading the new system,he could not find the any relation or place for some 21,000 records.He was confused.
"Were these records previously present or did he make mistakes ?"
He was too lazy to check his backup data and rather found the easy way,deleting all the mismatched records.Well,he was being the boss.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
All news channels were flashing the latest news - Japan hit by a massive earthquake of magnitude 8.9 and followed by a destructive Tsunami.Almost 3000 people feared dead.
Few days later - The count increased to 21,000.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Yeah, pretty much settled ”. He smiled.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Note : Being creative ;)
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Monday 4 April 2016
Monday Blues...!
There is no meaning in comparison of any forms.Every individual who has born is unique,with different capabilities.It is "us" who wants a routine,a rigid-ness or a normalcy in this chaotic world bring up the social norms of being similar.From the day a child is born,she / he has to follow certain unsung rules put forth by the society.There is no escape from it as we all have adjusted to confine our minds in the box.The box of being mediocre."Its all we need,a life of being mediocre".The society tells us and we are conditioned to believe it.We are made sure that fire of survival is being drained away.And we force ourselves as well as our babies to it,in the due process we kill our purpose of being born :)
And it takes years again,to find the "true calling" most of them ignore that as they have been taught to.Others,who try to follow their life purpose is ridiculed to such an extent that most of them simply give up that spark the "soul" or "gut" have been trying to give them.But then there are a handful of the people,who are able to find the magic.They had held on , persisted until they found that light at the end of tunnel...
Be that persistent fellow,who define the real strength,who display the true courage,who discover their life's purpose.
A little piece of my mind.
Chaos of my mind...
Here lies beneath me, the reason
A reason,why my days and my nights
Are filled with bloody clouds
from where only red blood rain falls
When and ever I look up,I see him
The God,with a red hot rod
He ordered me to find "The One"
Who had sworn to spill my blood
And then fill me with his evilness
I ignored the voice at first
I ignored his grant appearances
I kept running,my eyes wide open
I could not hide from him
Even the sleep alluded me
I could no longer ignore,
Nor could I run any longer
I realised the day has to come
To kill the devil for good
I reached his door step
I saw a reflection of myself
It was my face and features
The God whispered,
"He is the one,who pollutes your world"
"He is the little angel who suck your blood"
The evil God growled at me,
Kill him and free yourself…
I hammered him once,
I hammered him once more
There he lies underneath me
Blood oozing out from him
and drenching me in full
He was dead and now I am free
The voice in my head went quiet
And so did the appearances of evil god
*********************************************
It rained water that evening .
And my sky was clear...
*********************************************
Note : A whole of new type of work began at my office,which is quite chaotic !! at this beginning stage :D
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A reason,why my days and my nights
Are filled with bloody clouds
from where only red blood rain falls
When and ever I look up,I see him
The God,with a red hot rod
He ordered me to find "The One"
Who had sworn to spill my blood
And then fill me with his evilness
I ignored the voice at first
I ignored his grant appearances
I kept running,my eyes wide open
I could not hide from him
Even the sleep alluded me
I could no longer ignore,
Nor could I run any longer
I realised the day has to come
To kill the devil for good
I reached his door step
I saw a reflection of myself
It was my face and features
The God whispered,
"He is the one,who pollutes your world"
"He is the little angel who suck your blood"
The evil God growled at me,
Kill him and free yourself…
I hammered him once,
I hammered him once more
There he lies underneath me
Blood oozing out from him
and drenching me in full
He was dead and now I am free
The voice in my head went quiet
And so did the appearances of evil god
*********************************************
It rained water that evening .
And my sky was clear...
*********************************************
Note : A whole of new type of work began at my office,which is quite chaotic !! at this beginning stage :D
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Friday 1 April 2016
Buoyant
your breaths give me my life
and i am all pumped up by it
i am here as a cluster of colours
just to take your breath away
i aim to fly the farthest in sky
where the wind takes me to
my ties, i know, are safe with you
you know, how delicate am i ?
a prick or two, make me burst out
i am sometimes a memory
a nostalgia, or a fleeting happy moment
in somebody's life
i have no wishes or worries
i can only be flying high
as long as i know,i am loved by you
Note : A buoyant life of a ballon :)
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and i am all pumped up by it
i am here as a cluster of colours
just to take your breath away
i aim to fly the farthest in sky
where the wind takes me to
my ties, i know, are safe with you
you know, how delicate am i ?
a prick or two, make me burst out
i am sometimes a memory
a nostalgia, or a fleeting happy moment
in somebody's life
i have no wishes or worries
i can only be flying high
as long as i know,i am loved by you
Note : A buoyant life of a ballon :)
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