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