i hate the  moment,
when my love's' say they have
no single moment
for the love in their heart,
demanding the attention blood of heart!
To lend me heart
and not their ear
to hear my words heartbeat!
Its like an arrow ,
that fills my heart with sorrow but still try not to make
the feel
bcoz many people reside their...still!
How i feel them,How i love to love them,
to kiss every moment wid them
and touch the memories lovingly
dance on the rhythm of their
words gracefully,
and sing of their concern
for me as sweetly
as sparrow chirping!
BUT,
heart has no time for heart,
as the heart is busy wid brain
trying to 'kidney' the Life of Liver!
& walk omn success path
to handle 'gold' park!
But still i Love them ,
without any complain,
though i hate thet moment
but not them even for a moment!

The most stupid & uneducated can drive a scotter or a car or so ,why cant I do so...?

Thinking that i took up scooty but to no vain ....I joined riding classes for the same.....slowly and steadily I learned how to drive a scooty and,perhaps.... in over-confidence  went on to learn 'Activa' and the history seemed to be repeated,historic & even more interesting .Lets see the  "history"!

Everything was fair enough & crossed a "speed-breaker" successfully until one of my friends asked me........
"You know how to ride an activa?" and her question proved her worth a Life.!!!!!!
.....My activa just turned to her with all speed !"but......Lucky girl.....saved.

 There was something more.
I took hold of activa and turned to return to my native land to tell my mom ,all about it!

  But there was something more to tell & see ......and perhaps my Mum had firm belief in Me-I would do somthng wrong or commit  a mistake......!

   She ran to me and saw me hitting .a haulted rickshaw tyre instead of taking a turn.., wid that known and familiar rickshawala unable to say anything out of goodness & familiarity of 10 yrs  with an obsessed smile!

Finally "Ma is Ma."she came to my rescue ! she heard patiently all what an pedestrian-an old man's impatience had to say, and took hold of activa!

I finally rided the vehicle back ,thank god ,properly & slowly!
   My mum's heart was beating faster than of mine and i cld hear taking a firm resolution ,"not to give her activa in public until she learns fully!"

 Hoping for da best!

When i lost d match

i thought it was da very last catch

but then i found it was da confidence lack

which on da last sec..I lack!

then i went ,again ,to play

walking on da confidence cake

hard was d victory,

but confidence made a history....!!!!!!

i learned  from a mistake,

Just from one defeat Take!

Worry of commmiting mistake,

fled away,

& confidence came flowing,

wid all variety of challenges stormed,

& Opportunities knocked!

Thus was a new Life born,

an optimist and vigourous one,

wid love 4 Life,

Live 4 Love!

wid universal energy in my soul

& no longer defeated alone!

I FOUND VICTORY FEATS

ON D HOT DESERTS OF DEFEATS!

Again i lost,

but now,i know..........

something better be Found!

                                                  A SEARCH............

Oh GOD lend me a true friend

who will remain with me till the end

who will stand by me in good times

and i can fall back on in bad times

to make me bold

wen alone...

I searchd the earth, land and sky

but could not find one that is mine

a voice came twice..

But could not RecoGnize

then sooner or later i realized

it was I!

                          inspiration....... 
He was sitting silently on a wooden chain resting his elbow on the wooden table.....his hands folded....he lifted them up and held it palm to palm fingers crossed.....staring away blindly into nowhere......there was something troubling him.....
                 He bent down and fiddled with papers in the drawer attached to the table.....lifting up the pile he sighed....'"uhhh!!!oh god....'"
                Bratha is an artist....a man of few words...one who did not see life beyond colours which he thought had the power to express everything.....Bratha was a different man today......he'd started life thinking he'd make it big in the world of art.....but then
                  Working as a teacher in a private school he had been given the luxury of his own private room....called the 'art room' by the students.....twenty two years of his life....were spent in this cosy corner.....his little room in one small corner.....and today he was to retire......leave that room that had become an ex-pression of his personality......
                   Life moves on.....no chair remains empty for long...this had to happen one day.....thats what he kept telling himself........how boldly he'd told his family that he'd be vicating it a week prior to retirment.....and live a free life......where he'd be his own master.....but then
                    He stood up with lifting a pile of old canvass.....blew of the dust.......it happens.....to everyone i'm no exception ...he told himself..........close to the wash basin lay a pallet....the colours on it had dried....the hair of the paint brushes had turned hard....he muttered .....to himself....." they are old brushes.....useless"
                  The very mention of the word 'useless ' was followed by a lump in his throat.....life was so strange.....it was a sheer waste......all about defeated hopes and aspirations.......nothing happened the way he'd wanted.....in his constant effort to live life he had just ended up existing......
                 The whole afternoon had seen Bratha busy clearing out  the room.......he had to leave it in no time......he thought he'd do it with no regrets.....but as the final hour of handing over the key came closer he grew weaker and weaker ......there was something that was breaking inside......
                   Bratha went out to the veranda to throw the brushes into a dustbin...when suddenly he heard some one call...."sir! Sir!!......goodafternoon sir!!.....he turned back to see who it was......"oh Tania...how's it going......sir leaving today......"
                    No sir....are you serious about it......???she asked waiting to see the ex-pression on his face...."yes" said Bratha.....your contribution to our lives is hard to forget sir.....please keep coming...we will miss you sir"
                  I too will miss ....he held himself back.......smiled at tania and said "life's all about moving....."
                  Bratha was about to chuck the old brushes and the paint bottles thinking it was all "useless".....but thenhe haerd tania's voice call...."Sir ..sir don't throw that...give it to me...""of what use will they be to ou tania.....? asked Bratha......i'll dip them in tarpin....and use them sir....they are ur brushes.....who knows I might become a genius artist like you one day......old is gold sir...they are useless for you but usefull for me..." saying this Tania left......leaving Bratha to ponder over what she had said.....in no time Bratha locked the 'art room' and walked home not turning to look back at what he'd left behind.
 

                                   We, D pEoPlE!!!!!!

PeOpLe LiVe AS iF tHeY'LL NeVeR DiE!

aNd

Die As IF dEy NeVeR LivEd!!!!

 wE wAnT 2 Be LoVeD By PeoPlE GrEaTeR THaN uS

BuT

 No SpAcE In HeaRt 2 loVe pEoPlE  WoRsE ThAn Us!

We SpEnD ALL ouR ChildHood AnD yOuTh,ThiNkInG oF fUTuRe.......

AnD

remaining DaYs cOmPLAiNiNG aBt PaSt.......

 

......................NeEd i sAy MoRe.............sORrY I dOnT 2 BcOmE OnE AmOnG 'D PeOpLe'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Time Has Come!

I said Good Morning

2 MY darling

He was looking Charming,

but DID'NT Know time Was alarmIng!

I served him tea

But he didn't say anything 2 mE

I thought something was Abnormal

He was not d normal!

He DIDNT UTTER A WORD

HE Din't hav his toast and curd

HE LEFT Me    ' ALONE'

I just  Moaned

in D Heartbreaking DAWN!

HE broke his Promise

A lot I MISS

Tears Just roll down my cheeks

I gav him my HEART,ANd HIS was wid me

FAILED his HEART

wHy He DIED On my BEHALF

i m AlReAdy DeAd

TeArS I cAn JuSt Shead

MY sOuL iS iN GRAVE

perhaps,entertaining d rest!

Hey,U shared everything

Then,WHY not lest SHARE d death

NO! I KNOW,

U R misCheviouS,PlAyinG hidE AnD Seek

hidE with d wORLD ,

BUT i hav seeked u unlike d world!

FOOLS say u R DEAD,

So now STOP d PlAy..

AnD reTurN Straightway.

I NEED UR HAND,

OR I WILL ENd!!!!

                Inspiration          Inspiration makes u wonder

Inspiration tells u never to surrender

Inspiration makes u work even in thunder

Thus,Inspiration makes u a wonder..........!!!!!..

Why Do YOU complain when U R so Buzy??

Just becoz it isnt cosy,

But do u know I m very Choosy,

And that U r da Chosen worthy,

For d work worth Doing.

Deeds r worth ENJOYING,

if u r yourself doing.

Happiness lies in the procESS and not d ULTImate succESS.

Great MEN Enjoy both dprocess and success

HOPE,u mankind understand my lines

 & ENJOY your Lives!

Why do U Dream so High?

And work from Dawn to MIDNIGHT

Just to be remembered after u DIE

and b....forgotten while you are AlivE!