Saturday, December 29, 2007

I Miss You!

I hide my tears when I say your name,
But the pain in my heart is still the same.
Though I smile and seem carefree,
There's no one who misses you more than me!

I have liked many but loved very few,
Yet no-one has been as sweet as you,
I'd stand and wait in the world's longest queue,
Just for the pleasure of a moment with you!

So many questions,
But the answers are so few,
All I really know, is,

- stolen from somewhere

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Thinking About You!

When I ate today at noon
All I could think about was you
Wishing you was here to do what you do
Wishing I could feed you with my spoon
Hoping someday I'll see your smile again

I don't know if I can take all this pain
Knowing that I am here and you are there
Thinking about the times we had and will not have

You are the best there ever was and will be
There is nothing to explain you, but lovely
Even when I was sad you made me happy

I just don't know what to do
I just hope one day, I get to see you!

- By Gary R. Hess

Thursday, December 6, 2007

A Red Red Rose!

O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will love thess till, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run:

And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007


Each step is frozen
Life is still unspoken.
When someone makes it fade,
One feels not to tread.
All what it wants
Is to make it trance.
But here trance is classic,
Life seems to be tragic.
No one guesses it certainly,
Splitting the time leisurely.
The rolling of dice in a tray,
Is all what you can say.
Each step is frozen
Life is still unspoken

You say it is all over,
In your mind halts a cruising rover.
It is the start of breathing,
You make it cease, its your thinking.
It can be studied , the entire reaction,
Steady decrease in the interaction.
It makes your thinking slow and numb,
There was a time when you were pinkish plumb
Its the time whenever you blink,
There is only one thing you think.
Each step is frozen
Life is still unspoken

Ideally, its a festival in heart's town,
But you say it is a blow down.
For this mysterious rain,
No shelter you can attain
You say nothing at all,
A bed of roses, you gradually fall.
It seems everything is a graffiti,
Steadily it makes a lunar plurality.
You try so hard, a step to take,
There are assumptions you can make.
Every step is frozen
Life is still unspoken

There is always some fear,
You think your heart can tear.
Life comes alive at a point,
That you consider a perfect joint.
It was like you are on a rove,
The freedom of an innocent dove.
You feared when it headed south,
Once again no words poured from mouth.
It could hurt and hurts well,
The last time you would say it a hell.
Every step is frozen
Life is still unspoken.

Monday, December 3, 2007

That Girl!

Your voice is so beautiful
I can listen to it all day
It just sounds so wonderful
I don't know what to say

I feel calm
I feel warm
I even feel your love
As I hear that voice

I wish I could see you now
And hear that elegant voice
To feel your comfort
To feel your ease

I would marry you so quickly
And sweep you off your feet
You are that girl
That can't be beat

- By Gary R. Hess

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Innocent Eyes

The face as blank as a white paper
Only feature that conveyed were eyes
Those were very deep,
Deep like sea,like an ocean
There was immense calmness,
And a lot of composure.
Surely like an ocean they carried;
They guarded - like a treasure.
Something that kept me thinking.
It was very staggered.
Was there sadness, some shock,
Or were they afraid of something.
Something they didn't want to reveal.
The face as innocent as eyes.
The innocence of a born child,
Innocence of a trapped ignorant animal.

They were very deep,
They were very dark,
They were very black,
They were very quiet,
They were very appealing,
The were very bright.
The brightness , the darkness together
In contrast made them shine.
The shine of moist green leaves,
The shine of first drop of rain.
The immense emotions in those eyes.
They were self meditated.
A synchronous harmony of emotions.
This harmony was toxic,
An outgrowing trauma of non-defensive gesture.
Truly they were the mirror of its self,
A very complex in nature.
Represented an unguarded fantasy of a child.
A fantasy that embarked a psychic presence
Of a monstrous illusion lurking in the mind.

They were inexplicable.
A complex web of pain
That had solidified over time ,
Unable to communicate the doubts
And vulnerability of its non-volatile stare.
That disturbing encounter testified
The human reflection through eyes.
Once seen , there happens to be a drift
To that hyperactive stare of those eyes.
It was a kind of hallmark
Of its own emotional mind
That remained introverted and florescent
To the onlooker who always wondered
As an enquirer of the reasons behind it.

Monday, November 26, 2007

How do I love thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise,
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints -I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Friday, November 23, 2007


One of my very good friends, Sunil, has also joined this blog. To start with, I present to you all his first creation, aptly titled "Search". Enjoy!

Leaving everything in my life
Leaving others for the scrappy rise
Leaving all what happened behind
There is nothing to survive
In this beautiful world as the people say
Precursor of what i thought and what i hide

Thinking of things i never know
Thinking of things i left behind
Thinking of the job which i didnt get
Thinking of it if i ll ever get it in my life
Thinking of all while passing a smile
I am broken apart raising the spikes
Poem is a weaker way to express
My way of living is drowning in the wine

Sensing the downfall coming my way
Sensing the tribune formed by people
Sensing the farewell and walk away of friends
Sensing the change of personalities
Reminds me of a good friend in life
I search for you here and there
Talk to you and forget what is happening in my mind
There is a reason for everything

The ego , the trauma , a thought to future
I found myself tread around in the darkest street behind.....

She walks in Beauty!

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

We miss you!

“You were there when I opened my eyes

You were there to see my first smile

You held my hand and helped me walk

Taught me my first words and helped me talk

You were there when I needed you

You were always there for me

13th June, what a day

Others were at fault but we had to pay

At the end what can I say

We miss you night and day.”

- Payal Bhalla, Association of Uphaar Victims Tragedy
(Lost her father to Uphaar fire)

Friday, November 9, 2007

Festival of Lights!

On this festival of lights, I wish that someday might,
Good wins, Evil fails, Love & Only love prevails.

Lost is the sacred time, When hatred used to fear,
Screams of hope are now what we hear.

In time so tough today, I hope for a new beginning,
When humans pave the way, For a blessed meaning.

We burn in lamp's oil, earned through sweat and toil,
To illuminate the gloom, To defeat the doom.

I pray for you and all, For dreams to come true,
Almighty to shower his choicest blessings, on all & you!

Wishing you and your family a very Happy & Joyous Deepawali.

- Sandy

Monday, November 5, 2007

My lady's presence

My lady's presence makes the roses red,
Because to see her lips they blush for shame.
The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became,
And her white hands in them this envy bred.
The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread,
Because the sun's and her power is the same.
The violet of purple colour came.
Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.
In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take;
From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed;
The living heat which her eyebeams doth make
Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed
The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers,
Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers.

- Henry Constable

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Making a Choice!

Whenever you are called to make up your mind
And you are hampered by not having any,
The best way to solve the dilemma you will find
Is simply by spinning the penny.

No, not that chance shall decide the affair
While you are passively standing there moping
But the moment the penny is up in the air,
You suddenly know what you are hoping!!!

- Anonymous

Wednesday, October 31, 2007


When I look
Into your eyes
I feel so isolated
I feel lost in the skies

Our ongoing stare
Your soul I can see right through
Nothing else matters to me
But me and you

These feelings that I feel
I cannot yet explain
As if our interlocking eyes
Are like our bodies' veins

Transferring our feelings
To each other’s hearts
Love tainted toxins
All doing their part

Just in case
I begin to forget ...
You help me realize
I have nothing over which to fret

Every moment
That we share
I hope it’ll never end ...
This ongoing stare

I’ve never felt
This way before
You truly are special
You’ve opened up the door

You have no idea
How much you mean to me
I’m finally on the right path
You’ve set my soul free

All I wish for
Is that you’re feeling the same way
I can barely breathe when I’m with you
You take my breath away

I now begin to realize
Staring into your powerful eyes
That the incredible feelings I’m getting inside
Are real meaningful “Butterflies”

- Julia Almeida

Monday, October 29, 2007

Weeping Willow

Weeping willow with your tears running down,
Why do you always weep and frown?
Is it because he left you one day?
Is it because he could not stay?
On your branches he would swing,
Do you long for the happiness that day would bring?
He found shelter in your shade,
You thought his laughter would never fade.
Weeping willow, stop your tears,
There is something to calm your fears.
You think death has ripped you forever apart,
But I know he'll always be in your heart.

- From the movie My Girl!

Saturday, October 27, 2007

She walks in beauty

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007


Good one!

I dialed your number on my phone,
And heard the ringing start.
And then a voice, so soft and sweet,
It opened up my heart.

You spoke in tones that seemed to float,
On air, like feathers fly.
My mind was spinning 'round n 'round,
I felt like I would die.

I didn't know just what to say,
I knew one thing was true.
I had to make you speak again,
Before our call was through.

The call is done, your voice still sings,
My soul has been set free.
For in my mind, you're here to stay,
If just in my memory.

I hope you understand, my love,
How dreams can still come true.
For every night, I hope and pray,
That you will love me, too.

Sleep and dream of me, my love,
Let your imagination soar.
Then tell me what you dreamt about,
So I can dream some more.

- Anonymous

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

An Urdu Poem

हमेशा मुस्कुरा के आंसुओं को छुपाया,
गम को छुपाने का यही रास्ता नज़र आया!
किस किस को बताते बहते अश्कों का सबब,
के दर्द-ए-दिल दिल में किसने जगाया!!

महफिलों में कहीँ भी मज़ा ना रहा,
रखा दिल पे पत्थर तो खुद को सजाया!
बात-बे-बात अपनी आहें दबाकर,
दोस्तो के दर्मियाँ किस क़दर मुस्कुराया!!

ना थी चाह कभी मुझे मंकशी की,
जाम-ए-वफ़ा किसी बेवफा ने पिलाया!
क्या मुकद्दर से शिकवा करते रहे,
जो किस्मत में था वही कुछ तो पाया!!

ये किस मोड़ पे आगई हैं उम्मीदें,
के साया-ए-मंज़िल नज़र में ना आया!
अपनों ने पलट के देखा तक नहीं,
गैरों ने आकर गले से लगाया!!

अचछा हुआ के राज़ खुल ही गया,
दिल-e-नादान् पे खंजर किस ने चलाया!
शब्-ए-रोज़ चाहत सिला ये है की,
दिल के टुकड़े हुए वोह चुनने ना आया!!

- Don't know who wrote it

Blueline Bus

Standing in the middle of the road, don't make such a fuss,
Get to a safer side, before comes the blueline bus!

Police can book errant drivers, vehicles can be impound,
Yet, the charm of big money, has their conscience bound!

Even a hundred deaths, could not shake the minister,
For the one who died, was not his brother or sister!

Hence, killers are back on road, till today 82 out of 87,
Only advice for all of us, look for a safe haven!

- Sandy

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Beautiful Poems

Three poems, I came across yesterday. check them out...

Felt so frustrated with life!
Felt so frustrated with life!

I don't know what to do with my life!!

I don't know why am i made in the first place!

The more i asked questions, the more i felt like dying away.

There is nothing on this earth that really spur me on to live.
What should I do?

I gave Him a deadline that i felt like giving up now..
50 seems so far from me.

When can i end it ?
When can i stop this search?

I don't want to be like one of them,
living, reproducing, ending.

I don't have a purpose to live,
I refuse to reproduce another of my kind,
I refuse to go through life like the rest... eat, work, play, sick, die.
I refuse to believe that we are only made for a cycle.
I refuse to believe that we are made only for his pleasure viewing.
There must be something more to life!!

How come i come back to this point again..
When I would cross this hurdle?

I do not envy those who have a career..
for it comes to nothing at the end anyway.

I do not envy those who have a partner..
for it comes to nothing at the end anyway.

I do not envy those who have loads of kids..
for it comes to nothing at the end anyway.

Why are we here???? to live and multiply?
how are we different from the animals then?
perhaps they are better off without a brain that rationalise..

When would i die away?

When someone tells me he/she has a cancer and dying..
i ask why is it not me?
When someone tells me his love one died..
i ask why is it not me? when would it be me?
perhaps they are better off than us who continue to live.

those who live wanted to change things.. but how much can we change?
so what if we change things? all would be nothing at the end of the day.

when would i pass away.. ???
i am still waiting ...

Running AWAY?
Am I running away..
or am i just taking break..

a break from the people,
a break from myself,
a break from the world,
a break from my mind..

I do not know and perhaps don't want to know
I just kept going..

this time it is a month
i'll record my running away soon..
i'll be running to vietnam.

hopefully by running there,
i would find myself.
hopefully by running there,
i would find appreciation of what i have and who i am

time to run!
get ready jerl,
for whatever reason..
just GO!!

Childbirth takes so much of the women,
yet i am really not sure if the men appreciate it...
especially by the way some treats their wives.
( i'll write about this some other time)

Many incentives nowadays to give birth,
yet no one realise that it is so easy to do just that..
but to educate a child drains all of the parents.

I ever thought of being a single parent
if the society is open enough to accept the child,
however, now even if the society is acceptable with it,
i wouldn't give it a shot..
as i have seen too many "devils" around...
it takes so much to guide and lead a child to the right path..
yet the future is so unpredictable;
and i would rather not have another devil on this earth.

Many people told me i should get married and have a kid,
cos i would be able to teach them personally..
yet i think it is more than my ability to teach or give them life..
it is a tremendous commitment of life from the beginning of marriage
to the end of that person's life.

May be i choose not to complicate my life,
may be i choose not to be responsible for another life,
may be it is easier to just live my life and answer for my life alone.

i mocked at those who give life sparingly yet withheld to give it a full life,
and admire the courageous ones out there who took this ladden seriously,
and did a good job.. though some failed.. at least they tried.

i am sure i wouldn't be the only one treading on this narrow path,
those who did, be encouraged that it is perfectly alrite not to adhere to social standards,
and most of all ...
You will never be the only one ..

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

इंतज़ार !

रोज रोज उन्हें देख कर, उनसे मिलने की तमन्ना रखते हैं !
हाल-ए-दिल कैसे बयाँ करें, इसी की कल्पना करते हैं !!

वोह दिन के चंद लम्हे, बन जाते हैं जिंदगी के हसीन पल !
उनसे गुफ्तगू कब होगी, दुआ करते हैं कल, आज और कल !!

उनकी खुली जुल्फैं, उनकी चुलबुली हंसी !
ठहराती हैं मेरी साँसें, एहसास कराती है एक अजब ख़ुशी !!

दिल को उन्ही की हसरत है, आंखों को उनका दीदार !
जब वोह हमसे दोस्ती करें, उसी लम्हे का इंतज़ार !!

- Sandy

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Monday, September 10, 2007

I miss you, MOM!

I just read this poem from one my very good friend: I miss you, MOM! and this is what popped out of my head instantly. Mom, I miss you a lot... please come back soon. I am feeling hungry :)

I can't say why,
The poem made me cry,
It touched my soul,
Reminded me of her role,
Its not the air i breathe,
Inside me her love seethes,
I am what I am,
For behind me stands, my MOM!

- Sandy

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Being Lonely

You're now entering the place,
where you sit or stand alone,
and loneliness you embrace.

The pain in your heart approaches,
your mouth gets dry,
all you feel like doing,
is sitting down to cry.

it feels like emptiness for miles,
here there are no smiles,
all you have is yourself,
and your broken heart.

The loneliness grows,
and that horrible feeling starts,
you hear nothing only groans.

The only people you see,
don't even care about you,
they only live to survive.

Every time they talk,
everything takes a dive.

So you just stand there,
wishing that someone cared,
but all they do,
is laugh and stare.

Cold people see you from a distance,
they don't want to be near you,
they don't even want to hear you.

Their insensitivity,
is uncalled for and unfair,
they leave you alone and in despair.

All you do is sit there alone,
you wish they would approach you,
but oh well.

You need a good friend,
and you feel that if you don't find one,
your sad world might soon end.

- By Anonymous

Friday, August 10, 2007

Birthday Blessings!

Instead of counting candles,
Or tallying the years,
Contemplate your blessings,
As your birthday nears.

Consider special people
Who love you, and who care,
And others who’ve enriched your life
Just by being there.

Think about the memories
Passing years can never mar,
Experiences great and small
That have made you who you are.

Another year is a happy gift,
So cut your cake, and say,
"Instead of counting birthdays,
I count blessings every day!"

- By Joanna Fuchs

Tuesday, July 31, 2007


Another good poem by my good friend ;)

The wisdom of the knight,
Why it is not in my sight.

The fields have turned yellow,
Why there is so much fright.

The old men shiver as they pass,
They have stolen the child’s smile.

All the war they made,
Only graves in sight.

The death has knocked on my door twice,
Engulfing my dear one’s plight.

I try to fight fear as much as I can,
But cannot in the knight’s land of pride.

I wonder is it really worth the price,
The land, the gold and the rice.

I wish I was the little child again,
Who rode the green horse without refrain.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Lone Fright

Written by one of my very good friend!

Look at the horizon, See the rising sun,
It stole my dreams away, all the fun,
Up from bed, life is on a run,
She was the cause, but its now a pun.

The more I dream of her, the more I am intoxicated,
She doesn’t care, she has been long in the ocean of desire,
All she has done, kindled within me a fire,
I burn day and night, no one hears my plight.

I need to speak, but I am not meek,
I can fight when chances are bleak,
There are no more flower beds to sleep,
But I cannot open my heart for strangers to peep.

I look for my lost world, specially for the prized bird,
She never saw the blue sky, for her the world is too sly,
Remains in her golden cage, never dares to fly,
That night I waited, until there was light in the sky.

She never turned up, but by dawn they were there,
Came near, said how could I dare,
A sparrow being dreamed by the vulnerable hare,
They treated me with contempt, there was nothing to spare.

Years passed, she saw the light,
The hare became the lion, no one dared to fight,
She was free, he broke the cage with his might,
He won, what made him fight was his lone fright.

Say it if you feel it...

Another good poem I got in my Google Reader Box :) Enjoy!

Today I wonder if what I did was right
To be within myself and let my heart fight
To lose someone so special like you
And never to let out even a slight clue

I confess I was always crazy about you
I confess I couldn't stop falling in love with you
You filled my empty feeling within
For you were with me through thick and thin

Every time I spoke to you
The more I fell in love with you
I had no choice but to let it go
For I could bear an empty heart, but not lose a smile that made the dark glow

I saw my dream breaking, and yet I held back my tears
To fulfil your dreams which you always whispered close to my ears
I was in pain and yet I pretended to be strong
As I always wished for you to be right and me to be wrong

I always felt this could not happen, you cannot be mine
In just a moment my world would change
But I will still pretend to be fine

I stayed quiet even when you said
I am going away,
My heart wanted you to stop
But my lips didn't have the strength to say
Holding back everything, I saw you go away

There is no-one who can take your place
For I have stitched my heart with your love's lace
Captured in it is the memoir of your face
For I would never find again this beauty and grace

Now it makes me wonder
Wonder if I had committed a blunder
Wonder if you ever felt the same
Wonder if your heart skipped a beat
Every time I mentioned your name

I should have expressed the way I felt
Whatever the consequence I would have dealt
But now you are gone, gone forever
I long to see you
A hope that may be next to never.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

My Appraisal

A poem on Appraisal I got in forwarded mail, which I could not resist putting up. Problems reading it, look at the end.

Appraisal के नाम पर एक लंबी आह भरते हैं
चलिये अब हम इस दुखद कहानी कि शुरुआत करते हैं

हमेशा कि तरह 10 बजे ठुमकते हुए office आया
11 बजे तक नाश्ता किया और 12 बजे तक mail ही पढ़ पाया

हमेशा कि तरह आज भी मुझे आलस आ रहा था
और मेरा PM मुझे तिरछी निगाहों से देख देख ग़ुस्सा रहा था

मैं बडे concentration के साथ एक careful mail पढ़ रहा था
तभी देखा मेरे PM के नाम का नया mail कोने मे blink कर रहा था

फिर कोई training attend करनी होगी, यह क्या बकवास है
क्या reply मे लिख दूं कि मेरे mailbox का उपवास है ?

मैंने आँखें बंद कर 10 बार ॐ ॐ का जाप किया
और प्रणाम करते हुए मैंने उस mail को खोला

PM कि इस मेल मे एक अजीब सा सुकून और भोलापन है
लिखा है: भाईयों appraisal letters आ गए हैं, अब तो one-to-one है

मन मे ऐसे बुरे बुरे ख़्याल आ रहे थे
ऊपर से कुछ लोग मेरे de-appraisal कि गन्दी अफवाह उड़ा रहे थे

PM को letter ले जाते देख हर कोई उसे देखता जाता है
जैसे mallika के किसी नए गाने को देखता जाता है

आख़िर वह वक़्त आया
PM ने एक एक कर सबको अन्दर बुलाया

जो भी अन्दर जाता, मुस्कुराता हुआ जाता
जो बाहर आता, मुरझाया हुआ होता

बाहर आकर इन्सान संभल भी नहीं पाता
कि "कितना हुआ कितना मिला" हर कोई उसपे टूट जाता है

किसी एक को appraisal मे 2000 रूपये मिले थे, मैं उसकी हंसी उड़ा रहा था
तभी मैंने देखा मेरा PM इशारे से मुझे अन्दर बुला रहा था

मैं confidence से उठा और आगे कदम बढाया
तभी मेरी belt का buckle टूट के निकल गया

मेरी हालत तो अभी से ही बुरी हो गयी
साला इज़्ज़त उतरनी तो यहीं से शुरू हो गयी

मैं अन्दर पहुँचा और PM ने मुझे बिठाया
उसने मेरा letter पढा और वोह हंसी रोक ना पाया

वोह इतना हंसा कि उसके आंसू आ गए
क्या मेरे appraisal digits उसको इतना भा गए

जैसे ही उसने लैटर मेरी तरफ बढाया
मेरी आंखों के आगे घनघोर अँधेरा छाया

मुझे लगा जैसे मेरे दिल कि दीवार किसी ने गोबर से पोता है
अरे यार बीस रुपैये भी कोई increment होता है

मेरे चारों तरफ काली घटा छायी
तभी मेरे PM कि soothing आवाज़ आयी

तुम सोच रहे होगे कि company management का दिमाग फिर गया है
पर बेटा हम क्या करें, Dollar का भाव 4 रुपैये जो गिर गया है

पर फिर भी मुझे लगता है, यह letter fake है
यह कोई printing mistake है

तुम HR मैं जाओ
और यह confirm करके आओ

भाई HR मैं जाने के लिए तैयार होना पड़ता है
वही तो एक जगह है जहाँ खूबसूरत लड़कियों से पाला पड़ता है

Shit! जहाँ Tina बैठती थी, आज वहाँ बैठा Aftab है
मैं समझ गया कि बेटा आज अपना Bad Luck ही खराब है

उसने मेरा letter खोला
और खुश होके बोला

वोह बोला Sir आपके लिए खुशखबरी हाइ
आप के letter मैं printing mistake पकड़ी है

मैंने कहा Boss अब देर ना लगाएँ
और मेरा actual amount बतायें

Sorry sir यह mistake just by accident है
बीस रुपैये नहीं, दो रुपैये आप का increment है

मैं क्या कहूं आप को यह बताते हुए मेरा दिल रो रहा है
पर क्या करें Dollar का भाव भी तो कम हो रहा है

मैं बस वहाँ खङा था, कुछ समझ नहीं आ रहा था
मुझसे ज्यादा increment तो security वाला पा रहा था

मैंने खुद को सम्भाला, खुद को उठाया
मैं लौटा और सीधे PM के पास आया

मैंने सीधे उसके Cabin तक गया और दरवाज़ा खोला
इस से पहले कि वोह कुछ बोले, मैं ही उस से बोला

Sir यह पैसे वापिस ले लीजिये, बात करना फ़िज़ूल है
मैं गरीब हूँ, पर भीख नहीं लेता, यह मेरा उसूल है!

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Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Beauty of a Woman!

This poem was written by the late eduactor-humorist Sam Levinson for his grandchild and read by Audrey Hepburn on Christmas Eve, 1992.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
the figure she carries,
or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.

It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
the passion she shows,
the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows.

Monday, July 23, 2007


Some day in the month of August, a sweet little girl child was born
She was blessed with looks so gorgeous, seemed as if the sun smiled before the dawn

When for the first time, she opened her eyes
Every one was assured, She was an angel in disguise

With lady luck by her bed-side, and a pretty smile on her face
She took the world in her stride, greeted the entire race

Couldn’t ever hurt a soul, had an enticing heart
With looks so majestic, her beauty was an art

She had the power to calm the mind, ease the heart in pain
As August dampens the scorching heat, pours the comforting rain

She could not see anyone in distress, was another white pigeon
One day was deceived by dearest, treasured it in her heart hidden

With tries innumerable, could not forget her past
Wept all alone, as if nothing else would ever last

Asked the divine in solitary, why it was she chosen
Could not understand the mystery, waited for a reply from the numen

With no respite coming to her heart, got herself busy in things too light
Pretending that everything was now in charge, yet crying at the slightest fright

One fine day came an unknown, looked very familiar
Appeared to be friendly, but, enigmatic and subtle in nature

He told her exactly what she wanted to hear, just to throw out her inner fear
In an effort to bring out her original self, he forgot himself

She was now much more fearless, much more confident
But, even now she resisted the very sentiment

He tried to maintain his conduct, but, the mighty cupid had struck
Her face now resembled a dove, he had fallen in love

He tried withstanding the force invisible, endeavoring in vain
At last, started enjoying the pain, accepted that love cannot be bound in chains

One evening, he asked her to be his wife
For her to think, gave the time of his life

She remains merry, was his only desire
Promised himself, never will let die his inner fire

The time seemed to stood still, it didn’t fly
Wandering in this pause, he kept waiting for her reply

Rambling in an impulse, he didn’t keep his own words
The action bore its result his dream was shattered

He will have to forget her, she told him, that it just can’t be
Comfort would come let time be

He mustered up his courage, he didn’t had the strength
For he loved the queen, she didn’t then

In long nights, gazed the empyrean, looking into the moon
Craved to god above, at least she gets her love soon

He found solace in never ending tears, begged god to answer his only prayers
For he didn’t knew, how long would he continue

Her memoirs were enough for him to live, her void to die
All alone in this freezing cold, he had to make a choice

He couldn’t live, how could he stop loving her
He couldn’t die, for it would dishonor her

Wasn’t able to walk the path, was losing his direction
Somehow had to do it, for her words were his religion

Started feeling guilty and helpless, thought of things worthless
Blaming herself for his cause, asked him to be Faust

Days passed, he sensed trouble coming her way
Nothing asked, he warned her keeping himself at stake

For the next few sleepless nights, she cried whole night
God answered her plight, everything got right

She felt special on that special evening, told that she depended on him
Friendship and love were words too small, not to describe the relationship was the best of all

She could have entered a wed-lock, but in between was a dead-lock
Had made a promise before, will marry the person her parents adore

What should he have done is the big question
I leave it to you to end this poem.

- Sandy


A poem I recently read on Myriad Illusions, one that truly describes the state of my mind right now. Hope you all enjoy it.

Shards of broken dreams are too painful at times,
But don't stop me from dreaming 'cos atleast they are mine.

I travel to my utopian world riding on them,
And I smile ,saying to myself that I have lived through them.

I do not know what destiny has designed,
But through them I have embraced everything that could not be mine.

They might be far from truth and farther from me,
And I know that prayers don't turn them into reality,
So the pain goes down till a point and sinks after a time,

And then I smile again 'cos I know that

Shards of broken dreams are quite painful at times,
But they won't stop me from dreaming 'cos atleast dreams are mine.

Friday, July 6, 2007

Tell me the truth

Tell me the truth
Don't just say it
Because I said it to you

Don't tell me
Just because I told you
Don't tell me at all
If you're just gonna let me fall

Don't let me think it's real
Then yank it from beneath me
Tell me from the begining mispelled
So I'll know you're gonna leave me

Tell me the truth
When you say it
Say it because it's true
And just maybe I'll say it back to you.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

Together in the Rain

Getting drenched in the rain
Walking hands in hand
Relieves me of all my pain
Makes me a complete man

Winds playing with her hair
Rain droplets kissing her face
Induces a sparkle in her eyes
Enhances her charm and grace

I wonder when would we be together
The long-awaited first chance
Her voice would be the music
Green grass, the floor to dance

- Sandy

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

How was your day?

We are friends from far away.
When we talk we always have something to say.
Our lives so different yet the same.
Every night we play the game.
We talk of families and about our day.
I always wonder if there's more to say.
Could it have been different for you and I?
Or was fate decided before we could have tried?
For now we play our parts, that's all that's left;
Never knowing if our hearts would have met.
Two people from far away, always asking, "How was your day?"

- A poem by Dreamer. One of my all time favourites.

Monday, June 25, 2007


When a child is born
In this world full of thorns

His incarnation is celebrated
His parents congratulated

But, no one thinks of the agony of the child
Who has no power to speak and smile

Timid in the proximity of unheard
Alone in this world so less observed

He starts instilling in himself
A power to endure the very self

The father infuses mettle
The mother, in him, principle

She teaches him to judge the right
He, to go and fight

To respect and accept life as it comes
In need, to take on the world one on one

The child starts coming to light
Inculcating the capacity to look into the bright

He grows up to be a boy
Leaving his nature of being coy

Breaking every barrier and command
Defying every rule and demand

Starts to experiment with whatever he can find
To solve the quest in his mind

The pledge is not to win or lose
But to keep chasing the wild goose

The journey in the unexplored continues
Until he reaches the life’s blues

For what happened was never thought
For what was thought never ought

The time has arrived
To realize his might

To ponder and to change
As infinity is not the range

He questions the mortal essence
The purpose of his very existence

Unable to quench his thirst for satisfaction
Rambles in the dark forests with desperation

He finds himself trapped in a black hole
Trying to reach for his lost soul

For the first time in his journey
He feels so weak and lonely

He is not afraid to die
But, because he finds no reason to bid good bye

He approaches for friends
Who can help him defend

Against the feelings so dumb
He finds himself so numb

He cries in vain
To ease the pain

Pleading for a helping hand
Yelling in the secluded land

There is no one to lend an ear
To his never ending prayer

Even god does not favor
He keeps losing strength and vigor

Suddenly, an angel enters his life
Which makes him realize

What happened was another long chase
Thick fog enveloping a tricky maze

This was another startling revelation
His life gets a new definition

His resentment has gone
For now, a man is born!

- Sandy