*
· Where are you going?
· With whom?
· Why?
· How are you going?
· To discover what?
· Why only you?
· What do I do when you are not here?
· Can I come with you?
· When will you be back?
· Would you have dinner at home?
· What would you bring for me?
· You deliberately made this plan without me, didnt you?
· You seem to be making a lot of these programs lately...
· Answer me why?
· I want to go to my mothers house.
· I want you to drop me there.
· I dont want to come back ever!
· What do you mean, OK?
· Why arent you stopping me?
· I dont understand what this whole discovery thing is about.
· You always do things like this.
· Last time you also did the same thing!
· Nowadays you always seem to do this kind of stuff.
· I still dont understand what else is left to be discovered!*
Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.
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Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Where were you
Where you when light were went off?
I was frightened and astonished when cried for wolf
Wife whispered in ears few lines of song
I couldn’t think what went wrong
Before sleep it was sweet fight
Mind was preoccupied with dead night
So many thoughts crossed the mind
Sudden break off light was seemingly unkind
May be it was unexpected and all of sudden
Not easy to skip off when worries are laden
Loud sound may wake you up unaware
All thought may appear as shining flare
I could not laugh at silly exposure
It proved me as coward and unsure
What could I do in difficult situation?
This put me in difficult and awkward position
This clearly speaks the state of mind
This sudden shock is not something new find
It happens when one is not well prepared
Position as such shouldn’t and can’t be compared
Everybody laughed at my uneasy calm
I felt amused as descended from the high tree palm
Though it was not matter of joke
Every body laughed at and unnecessary poke
I too realized many implications
It was raising doubts and complications
Wife too was at pain to explain
Many days she had to hide and indoor remain
Nothing more could be done except to laugh
Wife handled it well as my better half
I too put a good show and brave front
Agony , shame jokes and bore the brunt ...
I was frightened and astonished when cried for wolf
Wife whispered in ears few lines of song
I couldn’t think what went wrong
Before sleep it was sweet fight
Mind was preoccupied with dead night
So many thoughts crossed the mind
Sudden break off light was seemingly unkind
May be it was unexpected and all of sudden
Not easy to skip off when worries are laden
Loud sound may wake you up unaware
All thought may appear as shining flare
I could not laugh at silly exposure
It proved me as coward and unsure
What could I do in difficult situation?
This put me in difficult and awkward position
This clearly speaks the state of mind
This sudden shock is not something new find
It happens when one is not well prepared
Position as such shouldn’t and can’t be compared
Everybody laughed at my uneasy calm
I felt amused as descended from the high tree palm
Though it was not matter of joke
Every body laughed at and unnecessary poke
I too realized many implications
It was raising doubts and complications
Wife too was at pain to explain
Many days she had to hide and indoor remain
Nothing more could be done except to laugh
Wife handled it well as my better half
I too put a good show and brave front
Agony , shame jokes and bore the brunt ...
Monday, September 14, 2009
We are connected at the heart
There is a picture in pocket of my shirt
I always keep you next to me
When I am away from you all I do is hurt
I think about you constantly
But you’re always with me deep inside
I can feel you when i close my eyes
We are connected to the heart
Nothing on earth can keep the two of us apart
Time has no meaning
Distance has no power
It's never too late
No matter how long
We've never that far
We are connected at the heart
Every night i get down on my knees and pray
I know God's listening to me
Sometimes I have to work a little on my faith
But I don't have to see Him to believe
Isn't that a little bit like you and me
We're not always eye to eye but I know we
Part of each other
One and the same
Blood of my blood
Soul of my soul
We are connected at the heart
Oh, we are connected at the heart !!
I always keep you next to me
When I am away from you all I do is hurt
I think about you constantly
But you’re always with me deep inside
I can feel you when i close my eyes
We are connected to the heart
Nothing on earth can keep the two of us apart
Time has no meaning
Distance has no power
It's never too late
No matter how long
We've never that far
We are connected at the heart
Every night i get down on my knees and pray
I know God's listening to me
Sometimes I have to work a little on my faith
But I don't have to see Him to believe
Isn't that a little bit like you and me
We're not always eye to eye but I know we
Part of each other
One and the same
Blood of my blood
Soul of my soul
We are connected at the heart
Oh, we are connected at the heart !!
Friday, August 7, 2009
When we two parted
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shrudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee so well--
Long, long I shall rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?--
With silence and tears.
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In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shrudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee so well--
Long, long I shall rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?--
With silence and tears.
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Home Bound Poem
Morning sleep and dreams simply disturbed,
Bed side phone call buzz really perturbed,
Sweet dreams and cool remained illusion,
Since wife had left after scuffle and collision,
With all honest intent and plea surrendered,
No let up in anger but why I wondered?
She was so nice and never pondered,
Why did she left and separation offered?
May she had her own reason,
Won’t be happy with autumn season,
Needed her care for lovely son,
Still she attempted to take the poison?
I may not have pardoned her fully,
It was act so stupid and silly,
Why not own mistakes wholly?
Why at all commit suicide and folly?
Life must go on with peace and rapport,
Can’t be run without one’s support,
Even ships wait for call of the port,
How can we run and afford such sort,
All little thoughts made me nervous,
Never did I make mistake previous,
She may be right in her own way,
Should have waited for my simple say,
Days were dry and very painful,
May not be fine with her and gainful,
May be her homeward journey?
Call may be naturally form honey,
“Good morning” and simple hello,
Was the wife at end with smile to follow?
Are you coming to pick me up at station?
Hi, why not, where is the hitch and question?
I simply rushed in huff,
It was neither joke nor rebuff,
Her smile was for home bound,
All happiness and joy I found,
She embraced with all the joy,
I didn’t find any game or decoy,
It was simple return and call,
God saved me from further fall
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Bed side phone call buzz really perturbed,
Sweet dreams and cool remained illusion,
Since wife had left after scuffle and collision,
With all honest intent and plea surrendered,
No let up in anger but why I wondered?
She was so nice and never pondered,
Why did she left and separation offered?
May she had her own reason,
Won’t be happy with autumn season,
Needed her care for lovely son,
Still she attempted to take the poison?
I may not have pardoned her fully,
It was act so stupid and silly,
Why not own mistakes wholly?
Why at all commit suicide and folly?
Life must go on with peace and rapport,
Can’t be run without one’s support,
Even ships wait for call of the port,
How can we run and afford such sort,
All little thoughts made me nervous,
Never did I make mistake previous,
She may be right in her own way,
Should have waited for my simple say,
Days were dry and very painful,
May not be fine with her and gainful,
May be her homeward journey?
Call may be naturally form honey,
“Good morning” and simple hello,
Was the wife at end with smile to follow?
Are you coming to pick me up at station?
Hi, why not, where is the hitch and question?
I simply rushed in huff,
It was neither joke nor rebuff,
Her smile was for home bound,
All happiness and joy I found,
She embraced with all the joy,
I didn’t find any game or decoy,
It was simple return and call,
God saved me from further fall
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It is Love
It is Love
that gives me purpose
to change and grow and learn.
It is Love that guides me on this path
and helps me choose each turn.
It is Love
that gives me courage
to stand against my fears;
to open up my heart to you,
to let you see my tears.
It is Love
that gives me trust and hope
when little thing go wrong.
When distance stands between us,
it is Love that keeps me strong.
It is Love
that offers harmony
and a friendship that is true.
How wonderful that I can share
a Love like this with you!
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that gives me purpose
to change and grow and learn.
It is Love that guides me on this path
and helps me choose each turn.
It is Love
that gives me courage
to stand against my fears;
to open up my heart to you,
to let you see my tears.
It is Love
that gives me trust and hope
when little thing go wrong.
When distance stands between us,
it is Love that keeps me strong.
It is Love
that offers harmony
and a friendship that is true.
How wonderful that I can share
a Love like this with you!
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Color Of My Heart
Color it red when I think of you,
because of all the wonderful things that you do.
Color it green like an early spring day,
Because you melt my cares away.
Color it blue when you are away,
By my side I want you to stay.
Color it purple like a lilac in bloom,
you listen to what I say and never assume.
Color it orange like the setting sun,
because you are the one
I want to be with when the day is done.
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because of all the wonderful things that you do.
Color it green like an early spring day,
Because you melt my cares away.
Color it blue when you are away,
By my side I want you to stay.
Color it purple like a lilac in bloom,
you listen to what I say and never assume.
Color it orange like the setting sun,
because you are the one
I want to be with when the day is done.
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How to know if it’s LOVE?
How to know if it’s LOVE?
If it’s because of his eyes or his lips or his body is great
It’s not LOVE, its Lust
If it’s because of his intelligence and practicality and insight about life
It’s not LOVE, its Admiration
If it’s because he cries every time you try to leave
It’s not LOVE, its Pity
If it’s because he makes you forget to eat & sleep & study
It’s not LOVE, its Infatuation
If it’s because he seems to be too weak & to stand on his own
It’s not LOVE, its Concern
If it’s because he looks like you Ex...
It’s not LOVE, its transference
If you can lay down your life for him
It’s not LOVE, its Heroism
LOVE is when you do not know why you seem to be attracted to a certain person.
LOVE is when you grow with that person but finding out that you are growing not as one but as two different persons like the rail road track you see everyday same destination but not one track for then the train would not be able to move.
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If it’s because of his eyes or his lips or his body is great
It’s not LOVE, its Lust
If it’s because of his intelligence and practicality and insight about life
It’s not LOVE, its Admiration
If it’s because he cries every time you try to leave
It’s not LOVE, its Pity
If it’s because he makes you forget to eat & sleep & study
It’s not LOVE, its Infatuation
If it’s because he seems to be too weak & to stand on his own
It’s not LOVE, its Concern
If it’s because he looks like you Ex...
It’s not LOVE, its transference
If you can lay down your life for him
It’s not LOVE, its Heroism
LOVE is when you do not know why you seem to be attracted to a certain person.
LOVE is when you grow with that person but finding out that you are growing not as one but as two different persons like the rail road track you see everyday same destination but not one track for then the train would not be able to move.
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You left me alone?
Leave me alone. I would not see thee more.
The storm is hushed, the agony is o'er.
I would not feel again
The passion and the pain.
Do not again come knocking at my door.
Leave me alone. Put not into my hand
A broken cup, though bound with golden band,
Lest I with thirsty lip
Once more its passions sip.
Still let it lie, all shattered on the sand.
Leave me alone. I followed, long ago,
Joy to its tomb, with tolling marches slow.
Wake not my buried slain,
Only to die again.
Leave me to peace___'tis all I hope to know.
Leave me alone. I may not quite forget
The buried love, whose sweetness thrills me yet;
But let the willow wave;
Rake not a grass-grown grave;
Break not the turf, for fresh-rung tears to wet.
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The storm is hushed, the agony is o'er.
I would not feel again
The passion and the pain.
Do not again come knocking at my door.
Leave me alone. Put not into my hand
A broken cup, though bound with golden band,
Lest I with thirsty lip
Once more its passions sip.
Still let it lie, all shattered on the sand.
Leave me alone. I followed, long ago,
Joy to its tomb, with tolling marches slow.
Wake not my buried slain,
Only to die again.
Leave me to peace___'tis all I hope to know.
Leave me alone. I may not quite forget
The buried love, whose sweetness thrills me yet;
But let the willow wave;
Rake not a grass-grown grave;
Break not the turf, for fresh-rung tears to wet.
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