You’ll never know what will happen,
You’ll never know who will come,
All you can ever wish…
Is that there is a special one.
You wish this when you’re young,
You wish this as you grow,
The only time you would feel it…
Is when you reap and sow.
He is before you,
But you can hardly see,
He is your special one…
But when will he say that to me.
You dream about him all day,
And wish he is just yours,
Friends tickle you and tease…
It’s the moment you’ve waited for.
Your past has faded away,
He is the reason now,
All you wish from life…
Is the love ride and bliss of ‘WOW’
He is all you want,
And everything would be complete,
Just say the 3 Golden Words…
And life’s ride but be a gratifying treat.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Faith
Faith….
When friends turn foes,
Your mood just swings from highs to lows.
That someone close,
That someone special,
Is now all gone,
And you are nothing but the side thrown empty vessel.
There were times;
When she was the one,
You told her everything about your past, present
And even the illegal son.
She was whom you believed
And confessed to all the time,
But she was not as you thought,
She did commit the crime.
Your marriage was at stake,
Your partner wanted the break,
She was the only one, who could change,
Your husband and his mind with varied range.
She eyed him since school,
But you didn’t know;
You trusted her all the way;
While she just used you.
Secrets were leaked,
Dark spells were casted.
You were betrayed,
And he was whom she always wanted.
Now you’re alone;
With neither him nor her,
Like a peel of banana,
You are just carelessly thrown.
For people to comment;
For society to disown.
As life just slips over you,
You are left with nothing
But those sad memories of your own.
When friends turn foes,
Your mood just swings from highs to lows.
That someone close,
That someone special,
Is now all gone,
And you are nothing but the side thrown empty vessel.
There were times;
When she was the one,
You told her everything about your past, present
And even the illegal son.
She was whom you believed
And confessed to all the time,
But she was not as you thought,
She did commit the crime.
Your marriage was at stake,
Your partner wanted the break,
She was the only one, who could change,
Your husband and his mind with varied range.
She eyed him since school,
But you didn’t know;
You trusted her all the way;
While she just used you.
Secrets were leaked,
Dark spells were casted.
You were betrayed,
And he was whom she always wanted.
Now you’re alone;
With neither him nor her,
Like a peel of banana,
You are just carelessly thrown.
For people to comment;
For society to disown.
As life just slips over you,
You are left with nothing
But those sad memories of your own.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Life Moves On...
I am the Power,
I am the Passion,
I am the Inspiration...
To write in any Fashion.
I am the Emotion,
I am the Belief,
I am the only way…
You can ask for relief.
I know you well,
Your past I’ll tell,
Each exam of yours…
The way you fell.
Each word you wrote,
Each sentence you made,
I know it all…
I was your aid.
Your life moved on,
I walked along,
And together we entered…
The world of love and belong.
It was a whole new day,
We were by the bay,
And you wrote the first love note…
To your soul mate.
I felt the love,
I felt the care,
You gave it all to her…
In that romantic flair.
Your life moved on,
I again walked along
And together we entered the world of commitment
And passion, though not for long.
It was a world of adversity,
And you needed a friend.
In all that diversity…
I was the only one at your end.
I remember the nights
You kept me all awake…
And pressed me hard,
Against my own mate.
You wrote and wrote
And I was tired,
Until the last minute,
When your wife actually fired.
That was the night of pain and rain,
You had decided to let the relation drain.
You picked me up, as I screamed No…
But then heard you say…
Please let her go.
The sign on papers…
The other man who came to take her,
I wrote it all…
In your life book called Vapors.
I wrote it all,
Both ecstasy and brawl…
The experiences of life,
That made you stand tall.
Your life moves on,
And I walk along…
As we enter the new world,
And sing our own song.
I am still with you,
Experiencing the saturations and hues…
The lessons that life has taught,
Both me and you.
Your thoughts are free and out of that den,
You can always count on me…
I am your Pen.
I am the Passion,
I am the Inspiration...
To write in any Fashion.
I am the Emotion,
I am the Belief,
I am the only way…
You can ask for relief.
I know you well,
Your past I’ll tell,
Each exam of yours…
The way you fell.
Each word you wrote,
Each sentence you made,
I know it all…
I was your aid.
Your life moved on,
I walked along,
And together we entered…
The world of love and belong.
It was a whole new day,
We were by the bay,
And you wrote the first love note…
To your soul mate.
I felt the love,
I felt the care,
You gave it all to her…
In that romantic flair.
Your life moved on,
I again walked along
And together we entered the world of commitment
And passion, though not for long.
It was a world of adversity,
And you needed a friend.
In all that diversity…
I was the only one at your end.
I remember the nights
You kept me all awake…
And pressed me hard,
Against my own mate.
You wrote and wrote
And I was tired,
Until the last minute,
When your wife actually fired.
That was the night of pain and rain,
You had decided to let the relation drain.
You picked me up, as I screamed No…
But then heard you say…
Please let her go.
The sign on papers…
The other man who came to take her,
I wrote it all…
In your life book called Vapors.
I wrote it all,
Both ecstasy and brawl…
The experiences of life,
That made you stand tall.
Your life moves on,
And I walk along…
As we enter the new world,
And sing our own song.
I am still with you,
Experiencing the saturations and hues…
The lessons that life has taught,
Both me and you.
Your thoughts are free and out of that den,
You can always count on me…
I am your Pen.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Request of a Pen
Thoughts are Thoughts until in Brain,
The catch lies when you let them Drain...
The task is tough, you need to be rough..
But trust me on that, Its not that big a pain.
All you need is my white buddy and me
He is the door and I am the key.
Together we rock and let you see...
The thoughts you had, crafted by me.
So just pick me up..in between your fingers,
Hold me tight and let me not linger.
I promise I'll help you bring them to life,
Afterall they are your thoughts
& the medium is divine.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
The Dream of Every Guy......
The above Ad technically speaking is quite dull on colors and lighting. The reflection of the yellow light on the walls behind clearly shows that the lighting equipment was placed exactly opposite to it. The models used in the Print Ad are rightly chosen and perfectly placed with moderate space left both front and behind them.The image however looks a little unreal and artificial as it is practically impossible to push the wheelchair in this way.The Ad is appealing as it depicts the passion and addiction one can have towards his bike and ofcourse the craze increases if its A Harley.The Ad encourages every bike freak to get attracted to the product as well as the Print Ad as the depiction of the madness one can have with Harley is clearly portrayed, you cant just stop even dreaming about it when its not under you. Its like this Hot Chik any guy would love to sit on again and again.The attitude shown on the guy's face is like the added feature that comes along complimentary with the purchase of Harley Davidson.Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Merit v/s Money
Merit v/s Money
Ever faced a situation where your folk gets admission into a college before you, despite his low marks?? Ever seen a student stepping down from a Mercedes E class and crossing the long line of aspiring students and entering straight into the Principal or the Dean’s room?? Well I am sure, you must have esp. in a world like today where has got many names and forms. Money in today’s century no more a mere piece of paper used to buy the basic necessities of mankind. Money is Career, Money is Health, Money is Character, Money is everything. The popular commercial of a credit card company, as per me, must change its jingle, when it says that money can’t buy everything, for everything else there is card. How far is the first half of the jingle true? Is there anything in this world that money can’t buy? We may say Money can’t buy Happiness, Satisfaction, Peace of Mind... Think again…Standing in a top college of the country for your child’s admission into a course, with a distinction in percentage and a list of laurels won by your child, surpassed by an average scorer and his rich dad holding a bunch of cheque books of various banks. What appears to be more satisfying now? The fact that though your child didn’t get admission into the top university, you tried through genuine, straight Gandhigiri methods or the thought that with the matter of few currency notes, your kin could also be among those passing out from the top 10 universities of the nation.
This is a world of money, a world of materialistic needs and no more of clean and clear talent, creative minds and appreciable mark sheets. It feels sad to accept the fact even after putting in a tedious effort into your academics throughout, when it comes to admission for higher studies; it’s no more the merit but money that matters.
As a student it’s a dream to see a nation where higher officials and dignitaries involved in the education system would choose candidates not on the basis of how heavy their pockets are but on the analysis of how big and sharp their minds are. All efforts of making education compulsory, promoting slogans of Each 1 Teach 1, will go in vain, until the system changes its parameters of selection.
Let the future CEOS, Lawyers, Entrepreneurs, Media Personalities pass out from institutes with their heads raised high and hearts free from the guilt of being successful by stepping on the ladder of their father’s name and fame, but rather on the fact that their stepping stone was their caliber, efforts and genuine hard work.
Ever faced a situation where your folk gets admission into a college before you, despite his low marks?? Ever seen a student stepping down from a Mercedes E class and crossing the long line of aspiring students and entering straight into the Principal or the Dean’s room?? Well I am sure, you must have esp. in a world like today where has got many names and forms. Money in today’s century no more a mere piece of paper used to buy the basic necessities of mankind. Money is Career, Money is Health, Money is Character, Money is everything. The popular commercial of a credit card company, as per me, must change its jingle, when it says that money can’t buy everything, for everything else there is card. How far is the first half of the jingle true? Is there anything in this world that money can’t buy? We may say Money can’t buy Happiness, Satisfaction, Peace of Mind... Think again…Standing in a top college of the country for your child’s admission into a course, with a distinction in percentage and a list of laurels won by your child, surpassed by an average scorer and his rich dad holding a bunch of cheque books of various banks. What appears to be more satisfying now? The fact that though your child didn’t get admission into the top university, you tried through genuine, straight Gandhigiri methods or the thought that with the matter of few currency notes, your kin could also be among those passing out from the top 10 universities of the nation.
This is a world of money, a world of materialistic needs and no more of clean and clear talent, creative minds and appreciable mark sheets. It feels sad to accept the fact even after putting in a tedious effort into your academics throughout, when it comes to admission for higher studies; it’s no more the merit but money that matters.
As a student it’s a dream to see a nation where higher officials and dignitaries involved in the education system would choose candidates not on the basis of how heavy their pockets are but on the analysis of how big and sharp their minds are. All efforts of making education compulsory, promoting slogans of Each 1 Teach 1, will go in vain, until the system changes its parameters of selection.
Let the future CEOS, Lawyers, Entrepreneurs, Media Personalities pass out from institutes with their heads raised high and hearts free from the guilt of being successful by stepping on the ladder of their father’s name and fame, but rather on the fact that their stepping stone was their caliber, efforts and genuine hard work.
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