This poem is dedicated to the greatest love of my life, the person who means more to me than everything in this world. No one can ever take her place. She'll remain the greatest lady I've ever met - My Grandma.
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Here i sit on my bed ,
Thinking about the greatest lady I ever met.
You are a mother,
You are a lover,
As innocent as fresh flower in a river.
You hold me tight,
When the times are light.
You give me strength,
When everything seems to end.
You personify dignity,
Give my world its purity.
You are God's success story,
The epitome of love and glory.
I think of idols,
I think of role models,
and then i think of you,
Who do I want to be like ??
I want to be like her,
I want to be like my Grandmother.
I don't have words left,
to repay your debt.
Don't have the patience in me,
To imagine a moment without you my Nanny.
Its getting hard to write,
With memories so bright,
But i have to scribe ...
You teach me everything,
Without demanding anything.
I wake up each day,
with a wish to see,
that you are proud of me.
Your memories continue to inspire,
To achieve everything I desire.
I miss you,
I love you,
You'll always be more than a mother,
more than a lover.
you are only my grandmother ............
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Me, Rishab and My Dream
Hi !!
I was sitting with a friend of mine, Rishab Malhotra. We were at another friend's place. And suddenly at around 1 in the morning Rishab tells me to write something about me and him.
So, this is what i came up with. Hey, hold on, this poem is also dedicated to a relatively new friend of mine. She's the "beggar with loads of dreams". I feel the lines suit her as well, just like me and Rishab.
Here I shoot guys :
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The sun rises,
The night dies.
I wake up with a dream in my eyes.
A Dream to be me,
A Dream to be just me,
In this world full of madness,
People full of fakeness.
Some say I look frustrated.
The reason is unknown,
But, I am hardly interested.
Coz these opinions are all shit,
Atleast I am myself and I know it.
Some say I'm lonely,
Love myself only.
I am glad if I do that,
and all can see that.
But hey, who says I am lonely,
Who says I am alone.
I have a Dream with me all along.
A Dream to live my Dream,
A Dream to make it big,
A Dream to say,
"I am the King".
Some say my love is wild,
Some say my love is mild.
But, as I have it,
I feel I am God's Own Child.
The world is crazy,
Where we all live in a frenzy.
People are ready to kill,
Even for a stupid bill.
People keep talking,
Keep fucking, keep blabbering.
They don't realize that time flies by,
As fast as light in the sky.
People have relatives,
People have friends,
Life goes on,
Sipping the finest blend.
Everything has to end a day,
Nothing is here to stay.
Achievers don't talk,
They value every walk.
Coz they understand the value of time,
which is greater than a Gold mine.
I am lucky,
Coz I have two friends.
My best friends,
They are..."Me and my Dream".
Its the same old story,
The fight for love and glory.
As time goes by,
I'll still walk with my two best friends,
And thats "Me and my Dream" ............
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I was sitting with a friend of mine, Rishab Malhotra. We were at another friend's place. And suddenly at around 1 in the morning Rishab tells me to write something about me and him.
So, this is what i came up with. Hey, hold on, this poem is also dedicated to a relatively new friend of mine. She's the "beggar with loads of dreams". I feel the lines suit her as well, just like me and Rishab.
Here I shoot guys :
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The sun rises,
The night dies.
I wake up with a dream in my eyes.
A Dream to be me,
A Dream to be just me,
In this world full of madness,
People full of fakeness.
Some say I look frustrated.
The reason is unknown,
But, I am hardly interested.
Coz these opinions are all shit,
Atleast I am myself and I know it.
Some say I'm lonely,
Love myself only.
I am glad if I do that,
and all can see that.
But hey, who says I am lonely,
Who says I am alone.
I have a Dream with me all along.
A Dream to live my Dream,
A Dream to make it big,
A Dream to say,
"I am the King".
Some say my love is wild,
Some say my love is mild.
But, as I have it,
I feel I am God's Own Child.
The world is crazy,
Where we all live in a frenzy.
People are ready to kill,
Even for a stupid bill.
People keep talking,
Keep fucking, keep blabbering.
They don't realize that time flies by,
As fast as light in the sky.
People have relatives,
People have friends,
Life goes on,
Sipping the finest blend.
Everything has to end a day,
Nothing is here to stay.
Achievers don't talk,
They value every walk.
Coz they understand the value of time,
which is greater than a Gold mine.
I am lucky,
Coz I have two friends.
My best friends,
They are..."Me and my Dream".
Its the same old story,
The fight for love and glory.
As time goes by,
I'll still walk with my two best friends,
And thats "Me and my Dream" ............
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Its a Wonderful Life
Hi guys !!!
This poem of mine is a dedication to one of my most favourite films of all time - Frank Capra's masterpiece - "Its a Wonderful Life".
Through this poem I try to have a debate with myself regarding whats life and try to show a brighter picture. Anyways, now that I've bored you to death - here I let go :
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What is life ???
Life's an act of terrorism by God,
Life's the ultimate test by far.
Is it the realization of fantasies,
or fantasies of realisation ???
"Its a Wonderful Life", they say,
"They" are those who are all at say.
It makes me think,
"Are we living a life or a sin???".
But is Life really this way ???
Does life only makes us pay ??
Is there a God somewhere,
or a delusion everywhere ???
What if Life had not existed ??
All we know would've been busted.
We would see no flowers,
We would see no grass,
There would'nt be anyone,
To stare at the stars.
They'd become sad,
and then they'd cry.
And with all this grief,
they'd all die.
There will be Black all around,
only vacuum in the surround.
The night would never fade away,
But, who'll be there to wait for the day ??
There wouldn't be God's best creation,
The one who stands for love and care,
She is called Mother,
Lady who's a friend, philosopher, and a lover.
We would have no father,
The true man who guards us.
No evil, no monster can stand him,
He a ultimate Man,
The true Hero,
A father is the real Pero.
We would have no lover,
No friend, no brother.
No one to love,
No one to care,
But as we have it,
it'll only be fair.
There would be no beaches,
No girl, no bleaches.
No scenery to look around,
No landscape in the surround.
There would be no snow,
No wind to blow.
No animals will live,
No Nightingale will sing.
Isn't the world so beautiful,
The life so lovely ??
So what if there is a trifle pain,
But, thats not all in vain.
Even if its a delusion,
But, after all,
"Its a Wonderful Life" .........
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This poem of mine is a dedication to one of my most favourite films of all time - Frank Capra's masterpiece - "Its a Wonderful Life".
Through this poem I try to have a debate with myself regarding whats life and try to show a brighter picture. Anyways, now that I've bored you to death - here I let go :
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What is life ???
Life's an act of terrorism by God,
Life's the ultimate test by far.
Is it the realization of fantasies,
or fantasies of realisation ???
"Its a Wonderful Life", they say,
"They" are those who are all at say.
It makes me think,
"Are we living a life or a sin???".
But is Life really this way ???
Does life only makes us pay ??
Is there a God somewhere,
or a delusion everywhere ???
What if Life had not existed ??
All we know would've been busted.
We would see no flowers,
We would see no grass,
There would'nt be anyone,
To stare at the stars.
They'd become sad,
and then they'd cry.
And with all this grief,
they'd all die.
There will be Black all around,
only vacuum in the surround.
The night would never fade away,
But, who'll be there to wait for the day ??
There wouldn't be God's best creation,
The one who stands for love and care,
She is called Mother,
Lady who's a friend, philosopher, and a lover.
We would have no father,
The true man who guards us.
No evil, no monster can stand him,
He a ultimate Man,
The true Hero,
A father is the real Pero.
We would have no lover,
No friend, no brother.
No one to love,
No one to care,
But as we have it,
it'll only be fair.
There would be no beaches,
No girl, no bleaches.
No scenery to look around,
No landscape in the surround.
There would be no snow,
No wind to blow.
No animals will live,
No Nightingale will sing.
Isn't the world so beautiful,
The life so lovely ??
So what if there is a trifle pain,
But, thats not all in vain.
Even if its a delusion,
But, after all,
"Its a Wonderful Life" .........
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My College Life
Hey !!
The following poem is my way of explaining my college life - in the form of a Poem !!
And I know for sure that my college mates will agree with me on whatever I have written.
Here I shoot :-
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Dreams end,
Day starts.
At 9:30 am,
I do my morning fart.
I realise the class has started,
at exactly the time I farted.
I go to get loose,
to ease the morning blues.
Then I take a bath,
to embrace another aftermath.
My mom keeps screaming-
"Leave beta,Leave"
But the lazy me says,
"Sleep beta,Sleep".
I start the car,
to drive far.
And pray to Almighty,
that i reach MSIT.
I stand at the class door,
and wonder why all this is so bore.
But then, I have to get in
as the attendance is fallin.
Then I enter the class,
and my mates think.
While looking at me,
they all wink.
I feel embarassed and a little shy,
But then, I have to give in to their cry.
Thats when I tell them,
"Listen mate",
"Its my habit getting late".
The day ends without a sound,
The bell doesnt ring,
But I'm the happiest man around.
I step out of the college smiling,
and then i start driving
To a place called Neverland,
where short attendance and lectures are no brand !!!
The following poem is my way of explaining my college life - in the form of a Poem !!
And I know for sure that my college mates will agree with me on whatever I have written.
Here I shoot :-
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Dreams end,
Day starts.
At 9:30 am,
I do my morning fart.
I realise the class has started,
at exactly the time I farted.
I go to get loose,
to ease the morning blues.
Then I take a bath,
to embrace another aftermath.
My mom keeps screaming-
"Leave beta,Leave"
But the lazy me says,
"Sleep beta,Sleep".
I start the car,
to drive far.
And pray to Almighty,
that i reach MSIT.
I stand at the class door,
and wonder why all this is so bore.
But then, I have to get in
as the attendance is fallin.
Then I enter the class,
and my mates think.
While looking at me,
they all wink.
I feel embarassed and a little shy,
But then, I have to give in to their cry.
Thats when I tell them,
"Listen mate",
"Its my habit getting late".
The day ends without a sound,
The bell doesnt ring,
But I'm the happiest man around.
I step out of the college smiling,
and then i start driving
To a place called Neverland,
where short attendance and lectures are no brand !!!
My Inspiration
Allright guys, welcome to my blog !!
Well while writing I feel as if I am an Amitabh Bachchan or Aamir Khan who's Blogging. Thats funny and wierd at the same time.
Anyways, I'll start off by a poem that has been my inspiration to write. I dedicate this to all the beautiful girls in the world.(Oh wow... how melodramatic !!!)
I dont know who the poet is. But, here it is. Enjoy:
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Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?
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Well while writing I feel as if I am an Amitabh Bachchan or Aamir Khan who's Blogging. Thats funny and wierd at the same time.
Anyways, I'll start off by a poem that has been my inspiration to write. I dedicate this to all the beautiful girls in the world.(Oh wow... how melodramatic !!!)
I dont know who the poet is. But, here it is. Enjoy:
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Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?
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