A Song

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A song got stuck to my head ,

chill through the veins felt inside my body ,

hearing myself hum the lyrics

Tune whispering in my ears

I found solace in music

Such is the power of few voice

longing a deep caprice

I fell in love with my moody melancholy .

A song got stuck to my head

heart sensed an unbound thread

 

Versions Of Life

LIFE

Life is a bummer
Toasted in the name of rummer
At times in moribund ,
mourning of conundrum ,
seem humdrum

Life is a game ,
It is never ever the same
Each time you want to earn a score ,
end up losing life few more
greed of power arouses the splurge
The life-points are purged

Life is a brouhaha
attacking back as piranha
ticking by a torpedo
dressed in a tuxedo

Life is a gospel
We cause a dispel
inside creates repel
unsealed by a scalpel

Everything written up
is a crap ..It is
Nothing but a four
letter word….(LIFE)
Root, a three letter word…(BIO)
Two-letter word ….(BE)
Never reduce to
one letter- word ..(I)
Raise the toast for Carpe Diem!!!

 

 

Selfish Me

Selfish Me

You nurture dependency , yet yearn constant independency

You fear losing the close ones , yet want to break -free your path tons

You debate the modern views , yet can’t neglect the conservative views

You believe in the spiritual path yet want to have materialistic math

You want to get everything , but are left with nothing 

The feeling is unbeatable , emotions unstable

Your worries seem endless , you hide the suppress

The selfish me is intertwined , leaving I undermined

 

 

Trust is All I give , Trust is What I need

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Gloomy  days are passing by ,

which crept like a shadow

Haunted in the dreamy nights

numbing my first light

 

beacon of hope came to rescue ,

bloggers around the world as hue

 

Branching out in virtual life,

gave me strength

Made few bonds in length

 

Doubts cripples us is never

have I denied

Open with the confide

 

Trust is life’s difficult task

It is what I ever ask

 

As Trust is All I can give

Trust is what I need …

 

Clear Conscience

Clear

Struggling through the years

Watching yourself live in constant fears ,

Emerging from the unwanted moat

Felt the gloat coming from the throat

 

A new chapter begun,

It is never-ending, you

can’t rid the shun

remnants of struggle backfired ,

battling the desires

 

Just one thing you aimed ,

Clear conscience to reclaim

Never wanting to be the part

of world game

How I wish the ‘overcame’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everyone Deserves An Award !!!!!!!!!!….

Awards

Thank you Mrs Deepa and Juned. I realised today that both lovely blogger have chosen me for the similar awards Actually this is the last award I would be accepting . Because it leaves me in great dilemma to choose among bloggers…each day I might come through a new blog….Each one is just trying to express rather than compete..to share their views,opinions and thoughts. But writing ABC was fun…So I am sharing this one last blog post related to Award….I could have rejected this…But when someone has taken the courtesy to go through the pains to nominate one , I don’t know how to deny it. So I hope bloggers around the world understand me . I am truly sorry if I have missed anyone. So the nominations for all the bloggers around the world

Please visit everyone’s blogs . Till date i have come across these beautiful bloggers and many more to come 

So Screw with the rules of nominations …(no offense)…But each one who I follow is nominated and henceforth everyone just feel great about themselves to have initiated the blog. Thank You!!!!!!

As it was fun writing ABC rules  : write a word about myself for each of the English alphabets. So here it goes 

A- Ambivert,Addictive,Arrogant
B-Bloggers, Benedict Cumberbatch
C- Curious ,Castle….(The TV show truly rocks)
D-Dexter,Deepa (my mom’s name and also the name of the person who nominated me
E-Erratic , Entrepreneur…(well I hope to become one day)
F-Fanatic , Friends , F.R.I.E.N.D.S
G-Game Of Thrones,Graphology
H-Hedonistic
I-Italian
J-Justice….I mean..can’t bear injustice happening around the world
K-Kate Beckett ,
L-Lasagne , Lifehouse..(one of my favourite bands)
M-Mischevious, Milkshake
N-Naughty , Newspaper…(I want it everymorning…like old people)
O-open-minded
P-Pasta ,Pooh!!! ( I have collections of pooh)
Q-quotes…I love it man!!!!!
R-Roller-Coaster….(Life is one hell like that)
S- Sherlock , sarcastic ,straightforward , Starbucks , Short-tempered…(S is really endless for me)
T-talkative ,Tea(I cant live without it)
U-Ubiquitious…
V-Vinita
W-Wanderer
X- XIII
Y-yolk
Z-Zeal

Actually I was feeling very hungry while typing this ,so many food related stuff which I like has occurred (lol). 
All Nominations

http://aopinionatedman.com/
http://hisinception.wordpress.com/
http://dailyartenrichments.wordpress.com/
http://talainsphotographyblog.wordpress.com/
http://amuseless.wordpress.com/
http://annjohnsonmurphreeauthor.wordpress.com/
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http://soundmindspeaksvolumes.wordpress.com/
http://carrieslager.wordpress.com/
http://poetreecreations.wordpress.com/
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http://thenomadicsoliloquist.wordpress.com/
http://misslouella.wordpress.com/
http://countingducks.wordpress.com/
http://metarvheenoia.wordpress.com/
http://joshidaniel.com/
http://cameracheye2127.wordpress.com/
http://inspiringevolution.wordpress.com/
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http://createamoneyblog.wordpress.com/
http://lunchboxcity.wordpress.com/
http://shivaani8.wordpress.com/
http://zanyzacreviews.wordpress.com/
http://theperkygemini.wordpress.com/
http://writingsofamrs.wordpress.com/
http://juned11blog.wordpress.com/
http://thereporterandthegirl.com/
http://emilyvalji.wordpress.com/
http://michaelqpowell.wordpress.com/
http://shawnbird.com

 

A Zillion Wants

Blooms of desires wreck everyday,

Scattered energies leaves it obscure

The best comes in attire,

Lost inside the acquire

Radial hands are moving fast,

Dreams are stuck inside the cask

A zillion ‘wants’ is a Pandora’s Box,

Yet you spread the wish of more. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Heart Sinking

 

I named this post as heart sinking because  this is how I felt while passing by my car . I wish I had a bike to get a speedy errand feel . For me my connection to nature especially during rains are so intense, that my clicking never stops. For me to capture the moment is important rather than how the photo(graphy) has turned out . As at the end sometimes , you just want that feel to still linger in your minds . The feel you experience when have a mouth-watering food in front of you. That’s how I feel for nature. These pics by far has turned out to be best for me . The combination of a bit sunlight,too much mist and green covered mountains , I bet it looks the best in India …God’s Creation indeed!!!!

Debate Enthusiasts II

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It all comes down to education !!!!! . I was in dire state whether to write about this debate or not . May be because  it is too opinionated or may be it might sound controversial  to the readers . Or as they say you need to handle such issues delicately. But controversies never arise if the things are delicate . The reason behind my love for news debates are they explore you to a real audience and the atrocities they had to face through their life(more social ones)…And there are many young lively audience who are willing to raise their voice in the name of justice.

The debate was in short about the right age of consent to get married , considering Child Marriage as a social issue in India. As the age are biased (18 yrs for girls and 21 for boys  )…why the disparity..?? .What about today’s generation where they don’t mind pre-marital sex??? How is the society taking this?  Is it against the law…How much of personal laws should be taken into account? ..why sex education is so important for today’s generation? Again as we have various religions , according to each act(Hindu , Muslim , Christian)…the opinions differ.

UN reported as 47% girls are married under 18 in India . With the ’18’ number becoming a hot topic . ’25’ number also arose (eligibility to drink) and Javed Akhtar pointing out ’18’ as a number for right to vote and right to marriage but ’25’ as a number to contest elections ?…Why So ??

 As I am more interested in live audience Barkha Dutt comes up with : This one was one of the few which highlights the scenario :

The woman was forced to marry at the age of 14 . She was tortured  for bearing a girl child. She took the decision to leave the husband at a certain stage. Raised her children solely through great difficulties. Now the interesting part comes…she aspired to become a civil servant but was denied to sit for the exams for being the child bride….Supreme court  till date upholds her case.

The best line told by one of the panel members after they heard the story was : This is not a rare case but having the courage to come out of it is a rare case.

Sometimes I think what is it I am trying to prove by writing such article. What is that I want that the audience to know. Is it that injustice continues to prevail in the country?  Is it that I am trying to raise my voice through writing or what? The why’s still continues to linger.

In the whole opinionated debate where few panels looked like(Hear me !!!Hear me!!!)…It was the public who came up with an appropriate conclusion . That such laws should be left in the hand of  the victimized . As at the end ‘We the People’ can only come up with the issues , politicians will continue to rant their ideologies , lawyers would be stuck with the verdict and Government’s ruffle ultimately stalls the progress. ….And yes It all comes down to education . 

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Nature’s Silence III

From The Past Few Days…..

Senses of the plunges begun,

deposits of remorse trying to shun

Sometimes it works , at times stagnates

pulling all away like a magnet

The sun is new each morning,

efforts at best to leave the hauling

A walk out of the blue bumps,

I leave my fear outside the temple

irregular rains bring me a smile

howl of the winds slows my mile

Each steps brings closer to the dome

whilst I wish to never end my roam

 

Letting Go

Art of letting go is tough to learn

My mind got to turn stern

The endless wait has arrived

With a new wait to survive

Recurring thoughts of past mistakes rebound

Heart pounds with the fear of flesh wound

Turning into a new leaf is a long journey

I need to keep myself burning,

As I sit alone in my room

Waiting for my thoughts to resume

Miscellany

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Being an avid watcher and a reader ….(as every blogger is I guess)…I became a hoarder in my life . Lately I realized that I could have shared my collection with the world . My collection started with books,  magazines , newspaper cut-outs to sitcoms being latest . Now my conundrum is, few quotes from each chunk has filled my desktop. So here I present my rigmarole . Hope someone can make sense out of it .

When life altering moment occurs,people remember …..(Castle) 

If you keep people pushing away..you will end up alone…(Castle)

Sometimes the littlest thing in life changes something forever and there will be times when you wish you can go back to how things used to be but you just can’t because things have changed so much…(Grey’s Anatomy)

How did you get so smart ??-  Claire  ” I always assumed baby adoption or baby switch”- Haley ….(Modern Family)

History is that certainty produced at the point  where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation. (Book- Julian Barnes- The sense of ending)

“I am married already three time already.  May be you are looking for the  right man? ….They always look rite at the start….(My Week With Marilyn)

And I had learned the hard way that sometimes even with the purest intentions we make things worst when we do our best to make things better…(Shantaram) 

News tells you what people did . Gossip tells you how much you enjoyed it …(Shantaram)

Optimism is the first cousin of love , and its exactly like love in three ways:its pushy , it has no real sense of humor and it turns up when least expected…..(Shantaram)

A reasonable man adapts himself to the world and unreasonable man adapts world to himself..so all progress depends on the unreasonable man….(Article)

We must both have been hungry because we constantly led the conversation round to food.
“What is your favorite dish, granddad?”
“All of them, my son. It’s a great sin to say this is good and that is bad.”
“Why? Can’t we make a choice?”
“No, of course we can’t.”
“Why not?”
Because there are people who are hungry.” I was silent, ashamed. My heart had never been able to reach that height of nobility and compassion……………(Zorba the Greek)

The Indecisive Trap

 

 

 

 

 

Mind thinks pragmatic , Heart yearns tender
To surrender one , is a difficult blender

You chose the heart and got a start
As the days passed , there stood the thwart

Battling the fight , you struggled to attempt
Failing the effort , shattered self-contempt

Mustering the courage , you woke everyday
Feeling all the same , in dismay

Time had come , to choose the mind
helpless heart couldn’t unwind

The Indecisive had laid his trap
leaving behind a small gap

Two Minutes To Notice

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the midst of crowd , I was waiting for a friend
Watching the hustle , passing by like a wind
Clouds were crying , umbrellas were dashing
Still I stood , As I had an errand

Then I noticed a hand with a stick
Behind him was one more without it
Through the struggle , lost in the hurry
My empty hands gave them a sigh of relief

We juggled through the path ,
they muttered to the world
As all they wanted was , to be heard

Two minutes to notice , all it takes
You blessed with whole , what is at stake ??

 

 

 

Lost In Taciturn

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Mind is worried with fear and doubts
Heart is filled with cry and shout
Walking across the pathways,
Clouded are your thoughts as
always
Your playlist is in auto mode
But the heart is stuck on
unary code
Out of the blue , eyes go wet
You try to hide those in rainy sweat
Lost in taciturn, lone I walk
Hearing the mind voice ,as they talk

 

 

The Emotions Of Strength

 

The cry of born baby is always fascinating
The cry of the growing baby is happiness of first walk
The cry of child is a playground wound
The cry of the boy are his high demands
The cry of the youth is his teenage problem
The cry of a guy is his lost love
The cry of man is his fate
The cry of an aged is his weak bones
THE cry for the person is for a lost life

     All cries are experienced
But to save are very handy
Depressed cries are the worst
But it strengthens your emotions like a burst
Each step gives you a skilled strength
But bottle of emotions still filled in heart
To conquer the bottle is difficult
But to flush out has to be the final result
The Emotions Of Strength are tough to battle with
But an ultimate part of body to fiddle with

Manipulators

 

The minds of naive are transparent
public catching them are apparent

Lost are they in the jungle gym
fail to recognize the inner brim

Crowded are the manipulates,
easily can they stipulate

Hazed are the judgments
of gullible
heads are twirled by the
shrewder (s)

The trap is done
mock was a fun

You realize it later
Now clear with the traitor

Each time, appears the treachery
You become aware of the false
sensory .