I will be the one you can fall back to for support,
I will be the one to first propose -
exciting new ideas that can spice up our life,
and give all the earthly pleasures to my beloved wife.
I will be the one you can take out your anger on,
I will be the one to take you in my arms and keep you calm -
and releive your worries and fear in due course of time,
only to ensure that my sweet girl will be forever fine.
I will be the one you can lay your head on to cry,
I will be the one to gently wash away the tears until they get dried -
provide you with courage and happiness to make you smile,
and make you feel that our close bond has been really worthwhile.
I will be the one to kiss you and give eternal love,
I will be the one to hold you close and not let go when the times are rough -
only to see the bright sparkle of hope in your brilliant blue eyes,
and the first sign of success after a thousand failed tries.
I will be the whole world to you,
And you will be the whole world to me,
There will be so much love running through us,
Nothing else we will ever need.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Everything You Ever Need In Me
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Friday, August 28, 2009
An Irish Airman Forsees His Death
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight, I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lovely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
----W.B. Yeats----
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Labels: Others' Writings, Poetry
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
....Wishes
I wish I could
In every moment, each day
Take your hands and
Guide you all along the way.
I wish I could
Hold you close to me
Smell your sweet breath
And kiss your lovely lips.
I wish I could
All through the night
Caress your beautiful body,
Shining in the pale moonlight.
I wish I could
Give you all that you desire
Exchange my happiness
With your darkest fears.
I wish I could
Lie by you all the time
Our lives would be full of flowers
Blessed with eternal sunshine.
I wish I could
Make you hear my heart beat
And let you know
You are living in every part of it.
I wish I could
Make you and me a cherished love story
Studded with deep attraction
And go down as famous in History.
I wish a lot of things,
All of them seldom come true
One wish I pray to have
The wish - I could have you!
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Labels: Lamentations, Poetry
Monday, March 16, 2009
Un-named #02
Everything is in place
Yet, nothing seems to be there;
I feel trapped in an unknown land
Longing for someone I can't see,
Longing for someone I love, Yet
never met nor touched.
A shadowy face flashes before my eyes,
A ghostly silhoutette against the night
I grope in the dark, Trying to
find answers to unasked questions
Friends, family, life, everything is still the same
But, I am different,
In pursuit of my unknown love....
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Empty
A hollow emptiness
A desperate want
For their caress
To fill the void
Left by invisibility
Butterflies flutter
When you meet their gaze
Knees weaken, just for a second
As they brush past
Then light-headedness
When you smell their scent
Then laterIn the quiet of the night
The empty void of want
Loins aching for them
Then hollow emptiness
The constant companion
The loneliness
Of unrequited love
----Anonymous----
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Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Destiny

He rushed into the house,
And hugged his mother with a ferocious intensity,
And said, "I'm in love"
"Yes, I'm in love", as if
he himself wanted to question its validity
His mother eyes sparkled in a questioning look
"She's Leresa,
and she is the Goddess sent from above."
His mother was happy for him,
After all these years, he'd finally found his girl
Now, it was time for the happiness to commence
She immediately sent for the lovely lass,
A beauty that must be equal to the glowing pearl, who
had the power to overwhelm her boy's heart;
And destined to become one of the richest princesses.
The figure stood facing her,
Her black manes overflowing on both sides,
"She's definitely a sight to behold",
thought the overjoyed mom,
"Tell me, oh dear sweetheart, do you really love my son?"
The girl was taken aback, she staggered away a little,
And slowly replied, "No, I never loved him"-
An answer which sent a million arrows
through the mother's heart
Shattered it to pieces, tore it apart,
But, came the faint reply, "He loves you so much..."
The girl shook her head as a sign of disagreement, and said,
"I don't love him, I can't love him"
And then her face became all plain and grim
Giving a tragic end to this transient episode.
The mother knew that the girl was poor,
Her father was ill and on Death's door,
So, she offered help:
"I'll pay you for your father's expenses
And in return, you have to pretend
that you're in love with my son"
Leresa looked aghast, shocked at the woman's heartlessness,
Yet, to save him, she didn't have any other choice
And had to agree to her mind's silent noise
As tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.
So, they were married in a week,
A happy couple who was blessed by the whole town
They honeymooned in the Family Villa in a little island
And to the world, they seemed
the greatest lovers in History to be written down
The boy was filled with pride; he was the luckiest person on Earth
When he looked at the majestically curved face,
And lost himself in those serene blue hypnotising eyes.
The mother was ecstatic in seeing her son smiling,
What she couldn't see was the girl's silent mourning,
It didn't matter to her, coz,
she didn't care for Leresa's feelings,
She was a winner, which was all, she wasn't a human being
And yet, she'd conquered the thing called "Love".
Then, tragedy struck one day,
The girl's father lay dead on his bed,
Silent as night, still like stone
Sadly, there was no-one for him to mourn,
Only her daughter at his bed-side,
For people despise poverty.
To the girl, the deal had ended,
There was no need to return to the "airy" cage,
So, she took shelter in her lover's house
The next day, the boy saw them-
Passionately holding & kissing each other,
Through their open door;
He wished them luck secretly as he stormed
through his palace sobbing,
The next day, they found him in a grisly state-
Wrist-cut, demented, lifeless on the floor....
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Labels: Poetry
Monday, December 24, 2007
The Christmas Poem
All the religions- in both the hemispheres,
As all the rich & poor forget their fears
And celebrate the festive occasion with food, clothes & beer.
This is the time when all foes unite,
A universal brotherhood overcomes every fight;
Darkness fades away, prevails only light
Truly it can only be a God’s might!
The follower of Christ in every part,
On this festive day, can’t stay apart-
This a time for friendship, no time to hurt,
Its all the preparations for a brand new start.
The poor families who work everyday
But, now they are happy & gay
For only one day, their happiness stays,
What they do is only pray, pray & pray.
In India also, the joy is no less,
And you can see the spirit in everyone’s face;
Though the Hindus are more than the Christian race:
The epics are lost & Jesus has taken their place!
I also have quite a nice time,
With all my friends till half past nine
Help all the needy in every single line:
Its only my wish- they would’ve a jolly good time.
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12/24/2007 12:51:00 PM
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Sunday, December 23, 2007
Remember Me
Do not shed tears when I have gone
but smile instead because I have lived.
Do not shut your eyes and pray to God that I’ll come back
but open your eyes and see all that I have left behind.
I know your heart will be empty because you cannot see me
but still I want you to be full of the love we shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live only for yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of what happened
between us yesterday.
You can remember me and grieve that I have gone
or you can cherish my memory and let it live on.
You can cry and lose yourself become distraught
and turn your back on the world
or you can do what I want - smile, wipe away the tears,
learn to love again and go on.
*I can't go on. I must go on. I'll go on.
----David Harkins----
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12/23/2007 12:07:00 PM
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Labels: Others' Writings, Poetry
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Un-named #01
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Friday, December 21, 2007
Taare Zameen Par: Review
notebook where the same drawing is drawn, father, mother, elder son & younger son, the last fading away from the family with each turning of the page. He identifies this problem of Ishaan as dyslexia, in which the child has is impaired & can't distinguish among letters, sounds, numbers etc.
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12/21/2007 03:39:00 PM
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Labels: Film Reviews
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
From The Eyes Of A Litter
As the dawn breaks in beckoning a whole new day,
A shackled life searches for a way to exist,
The eternal firmament, seems, but a dusk of gray,
The soothing air, just a demented, grisly mist.
Sprouting of green leaves never happen in my life;
To imagine of tomorrow, hurts like one beastly pointed knife!
Lying by the side of the roads, inhaling dusty smokes,
With just a shattered gown to warm the soul,
These eyes gaze at speeding cars & busy people-my only hopes,
As I prepare myself for another battle, holding the blessed bowl.
Spits, abuses & awkward stares will be hurled at me,
Yet, I cannot, but plead with clasped hands, help this rusted body.
Sometimes a note, sometimes a clinking coin enriches my pot,
Sometimes a vicious kick leaves an agonizing black spot;
This has been my life through all these years & more,
As I’ve experienced countless internal uproars.
My identity is not a human, but a beggar,
And though you say, “I care for you”, you’ll despise me forever.
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12/19/2007 07:21:00 PM
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Labels: Lamentations, Poetry
Monday, December 17, 2007
Immobile
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12/17/2007 01:30:00 PM
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Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
----Langston Hughes----
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12/17/2007 11:54:00 AM
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Labels: Others' Writings, Poetry
Sunday, December 16, 2007
EPL Super Sunday: Liverpool v/s Manchester United
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12/16/2007 09:05:00 PM
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Labels: Match Review, Soccer, Sports
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
----Dylan Thomas----
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12/15/2007 12:02:00 PM
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Labels: Others' Writings, Poetry

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