Live.Laugh.Love.

So, this is what the lover would do when his love is with him. Cheers to those sparks and the electricity.

When a lover promises, worlds may end, but love never dies. Hope you like this one! "Withering in all Ifs, Buts and Maybes, I miss you. And I love you. Still."

Go far away, ye forsaken hours, Nor do I need thy cares, o world, Sun and season, set me free, I have frolic love in my midst, and that's enough for the whilst. All over and around in my voyage, Have I countered a hundred maidens But ye, on knowing, I rest my feet. Charming to folks, bathed in moon, yet thou are robed with eternal grace. Weaving tales, thine eyes enchant me And voice, fairer than countless fairies, My heart arrests at thy furtive glances. I speak true, that from thereafter, I have become ye, in thought and soul.

Silent dreams and a sea of fireflies, tread beneath the aubergine skies, Silhouette cast from elder trees they shroud the charcoal streams, Saffron cuts into the hills abreast like ignited tides of passioned crime, Showering paths with glee, and hope and rays of possibility that's the dawn.

If, ever, my song is lonely larking upon pale, beaten fields under the cluttered clouds and the note echo unanswered promise, that you'll be by me and we'll fly along together to sundry highs and starry skies waking to each other's glances everyday, with the coming sun

So here's a post after a long time. My literary capabilities have receded greatly, thanks to some pressure writing in marketing and company blogs. Anyways, here's a short, silly and sweet ballad for you all. Read it with love!                             Don't you see the sun that keeps shining? The cool moon, every day, reciprocating? Don't you see the sea pushing to the shores? Or lovely printed red on Valentine stores? Don't you see the stars shining on the sky? Or pleasant rains showering from up high? Don't you know they do it for a reason? That to live, laugh and love, its the season! Don't wake up and go about doing the same, Don't cheat you, in living upto the name! Go out, let your heart do the beating! Pick any moment and just start singing! Don't refuse at love and slowly walk away. Love's limited - you won't get another way!

Sometimes dire thoughts plague the mind. In such a fit of sheer loneliness and poetic dis-harmony I spun this one out. Do bear with bad lines if any. You are better than me, I thought me saying, And went out to find you, with no need of stopping. As far as life takes, round the earth’s each corner. To every land that bred the brave, sooner or later. As sun and moon and wind and trees and birds and Nature will share my road, with them will I find you. Are you hiding somewhere, and don't want be found? Hide till I get there, cos the world still goes round. Several bonds that you wore have landed you here I'll take them off, un-bond you, since now I care. They say me and you, are apparently all the same But different is your heart, far more lively and game. So come out, from the edges, the depths and crevices Embrace yourself, and look how the shadow vanishes.

"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness." ~ Mark Twain These people are the one with the messy, unkempt hair. Their skin is rough, it's covered with dirt, wounds and wrinkles here and there. No routine is ever conquered by them. But for every flaw in their life, they have an interesting story to tell. Always. You can never make them happy, of course. Unless you're as mad a nomad as they're. They dream of catching the Sun in their hands. So catering to their wishes is bankruptcy. But they don't play silly. They won't pay heed to your everyday nuances.  Their soul craves for endless adventures and unchained freedom. They won't be impressed with your new hectic job and your expensive watch. They'd rather climb a rock or jump out of an airplane than hear you brag about it. Chances are, they don’t hold a steady job. Or a steady life either. They refrain from working their asses off for someone else’s dream. They daydream...

“And as it is for the spring flowers, it is for us...” In one of the most striking marketing campaigns and the results, Narendra Modi has won – He is the new PM of India. In another not so famous news, a 2 year baby was hurled down by a priest from over a temple building so that 15 odd villagers could catch him, in a barbaric ritual which is said to make the baby lucky and strong enough to overcome life’s challenges. What I am saying here, is that Life goes on. No matter how much you fret about people and circumstances, you’re never going to live independently unless the system allows you to do so. And it won’t. Deal with it. There’ll be pseudo-secular aspiring political heroes and at the same time there will be religious fanatics with blatantly absurd views. Also, there will be a majority of men who think that the only thing women could do is to cook and keep their beds hot. And there’ll be bureaucrats who defy all that’s humane just to rake in the moolah. You see, as spring plea...

Finally, after ages I write another post. I guess it's becoming a practice for me - write one post every few months. Yes, Time and Responsibilities are a constraint but there's another - which clogs our mind more than the . Do you remember those impromptu laughs of childhood? Rare laughs that echoed through the old walls of the house we lived in. Laughs that showed we were ready to rule our small worlds any time. But then, we were too busy - for wiping the smirk off our faces while playing in the mud, for being stubborn enough to secure the big piece of chocolate, for donning the crown - of the King of our "territories". Only when we indulged in conversations with civilized storytellers who brought to light stories of kingdoms and palaces, of alluring lands far away, of the stars and of the planes flying high and many more; some men did invoke our laughter. The weekly dose of Disney cartoons also played its part in making us happy, once or twice a week. Our comics di...

Disclaimer: This article is intended for peers/light-reading only. Biggies(or anybody) who find this irrational and disrespecting, are not advised to read along. I am not responsible for any direct, indirect, incidental or consequential damages resulting from any inspirational or eye-opening remark. Before going through this article, please note that I am NOT THE RELIGIOUS KINDA PERSON. I am fairly different, from exploring scientific explanations to questioning every damn belief on this planet. I do what I like and mind it, it has nothing to do with those "You would be punished by the lord" and "You don’t know about the reality, son" type stereotype statements. And don't call me an Atheist, rather let me be an Agnostic, an Humanist. This (blogging) is the best option to pour my shit out. Today I will speak of the greatest ill of our society- Education and it's flawed education system. And for (your) god's sake please don't heat up in the middle of ...

Trees. Poems upon the sky, That Earth so keen-fully writes. Trees. Silent alibis to our Childhood, That was so nonchalantly spent. Trees. Even after they are fell down, Lend their heart to us, To record our emptiness on.

I look up at the stars in the sky, and think, My life is not that big after all. I look up at the sun in the sky, and think, My life is not at all bright, after all. I look afar at the green hillocks, and think, My life isn't all beautiful, after all. I look into the raining clouds, and think, My life doesn't rain happiness, after all. But then I think of you, and those countless memories, and I know that my life is the biggest it could be. I look at your eyes, and shimmering love in it, and I know that my life is the brightest it could be. I look at you smiling, blowing trifling matters away, and I know my life is the most beautiful it could be. I look at you, throwing those attractive glances at me, and I know that with you, I am the happiest I could be.

When was the last time you watched a bud in your small garden blossom into a beautiful flower in a few days? When was the last time your eyes chased a butterfly in the backyard till it was out of your sight? When was the last time you watched one of those lizards in the abandoned corner of your ceiling catch a moth by sheer speed and surprise? When was the last time your father molded those little fingers into twisty poses, clutching at a fairly sharpened pencil and pressing it to sheets etched with red and blue lines? When was the last time you joined the dots from 1 to 100 and watched an exciting character take shape? When was the last time you created an exquisite castle with only a pack of playing cards? When was the last time you watched a tiny pebble fall into water and create a hundred transitory ripples? When was the last time you observed a star in the sky and tried to trace the remaining part of the constellation? I know most of us would believe that Growing Up has taken...

Greetings, fellow bloggers and dear readers. As I s it down to write a really long post, please excuse me for the length and make sure that, if you read this, then do so till the end , with a heart. I have deliberately added excerpts from the father of Jyoti ( Damini , or Nirbhaya , the assaulted lady) to keep the emotion on pace with the post. India is mourning the demise of the courageous lady brutally assaulted and raped by 6 men on 16th December 2012. There are silent protests to express solidarity and seek justice for Jyoti Singh Pandey . My heart goes out for the parents of the sufferer. Time, they say, waits for none, but for them, it seems the clock has stopped. Her father, Badri Singh Pandey , says, “We want the world to know her real name. My daughter didn’t do anything wrong, she died while protecting herself. I am proud of her. Revealing her name will give courage to other women who have survived these attacks.” Meanwhile, many people from different sections have sugg...

  The pale of the night before is gone, Behold, on earth there is a new dawn, Heavenly d ew t ipped grass welcomes, From the breast of the sea a sun comes, Rise, happy souls, greet him in the sky, Rise up high above and let your spirits fly. Good Morning.

Disclaimer: This article is intended for general reading only. It’s not based on any personal feud. People who find this irrational and disrespecting, are not advised to read along. I am not responsible for direct, indirect, incidental or consequential damages resulting from any inspirational or eye-opening remark. Remember the following story? There was a prince of Ayodhya, who won the hand of a beautiful princess , but due to plotting of his step-mother, the prince was exiled, and his wife kidnapped by a ten-headed demon . A vulture tries to fight and protect, the elusive search & rescue by the exiled prince begins, aided by monkeys . A flying monkey burns the whole golden city of Lanka, an army of monkeys gathered, a bridge of floating stones to Sri Lanka and a fight full of stories, one as impossible as bringing a hill from the Himalayas down to Lanka for the sake of finding a medicinal her b in the middle of a battle at a time when no ships or jets existed ! Well , ...

Here's a small poem I wrote long back. Hope it puts a smile, or a grin a least, on your faces! Smile at me, Smile, so that I find you out in a crowd, Smile, so that the crowd may not seem loud, Smile, when my world seems all black & grey, Smile, so that all my sorrows chase away, Smile, when the weather doesn't seem blue, Smile, so that luck sticks to me as glue, Smile, so that all the wind-bells chime, Smile, even when I find no words to rhyme!

What if I were the morning sun, the pink dawn budding slowly like a rose, What if I were the twitter of the birds, lifting dawn's blanket from the earth, What if I were the morning yawn, with your wish that the night were longer, What if I were the parting kiss, with your hope today wasn't a day of labor, What if I were the earthy smell, riding on cool winds and beautiful thunder, What if I were the glint in your eyes, as the first rain-drop grazes your face, What if I were the scarlet sunset, brushing past the earth's emerald surface, What if I were the laughter of your pals, conjuring moments that are priceless, What if I were the moon, and you danced to me like a thousand suns ageless, What if I were the naughty allusion in your words, making memorable stories, What if I were the wayward glimmer of a broken star, your few seconds of bliss, What if I were the love in your eyes, at the moment of the goodnight kiss, What if I were the sweet dream ...

Hello friends. Well, this post is in response to a friend's challenge. Hope you like this. “ When you were born, you cried while the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a way that when you die, the world cries while you rejoice.” — Ancient Sanskrit saying Does the gem of wisdom quoted above strike a chord deep within you? Do you feel that life is slipping by so fast that you just might never get the chance to live with the meaning, happiness and joy you know you deserve? If so, there are two options. First, as a machine, cry during difficult times and laugh during good times like our 2nd block neighbor Mrs Anita . It's like there is a whole ocean of tears inside her lachrymal glands. You can see her in every death ceremony in our colony, sobbing and more sobbing. I couldn't remember one thing so well other than her vivid break-down into teary wreckage in every one of those functions. Well, that was the first option. The second option, is to follow your dreams and be ab...