strange feelings

"The nicer the man seems to be, the more suspicious you must become."--roald dahl

(I am wondering---is it same for a woman!!!)

now you say
I am your friend,

now you say
I am around,

now you say
I am too good...

I just smile
and fear
inward

some day
you might
get bored of
me
and stop saying
all of these
that make me smile.

a song gifted by a little one

Broken Pieces, break into me 
So imperfectly what you should be 

I don't want you to go 
Don't wanna see you back out in the cold 
Air you're breathing out fades you to gray 
Don't run away, find me 

I know the battles of chasing the shadows of who you wanna be 
It doesn't matter, go on and shatter 
I'm all you need 

Broken pieces, break into me 
So imperfectly what you should be 
Lay here, it's safe here, I'll let you be broken open 
Hide here, confide here so we can be broken open 

Let's enlighten the night 
We can fall away, slip out of sight 
When you drop your guard 
Melt into time, so intertwined, Quiet 



I know the battles of chasing the shadows of who you wanna be 
It doesn't matter, go on and shatter 
I'm all you need 

Broken pieces, break into me 
So imperfectly what you should be 
Lay here, it's safe here, I'll let you be broken open 
Hide here, confide here so we can be broken open 

Broken pieces, break into me 
So imperfectly what you should be 
Lay here, it's safe here, I'll let you be broken open 
Hide here, confide here so we can be broken open 

Lay here, it's safe here, I'll let you be broken open 
Hide here, confide here so we can be broken open

laugh laugh till you drop

a perfect smile not to fall for

offf!yeah hick hick ha ha ha-cant call it of me a chimp heard a donkey joke!!

the big fat smile

the toothless smile-yet...

oh oh gosh tickle me but not a bean will I spill from within ha ha hick hick hi hi hiiiiiii

ok ok I got it I got it--I was chewing my fot instead of hand-not quit whispering---woh woh woh ho ho ho 

and now the season's best joke hearing aftereffect

tongue tied

jizzzzzz

gone tongue tied

WE shall overcome -unwind-ed after years of pursuit

I have been walking about in the chanced upon "Random paths" with a urgency to find once again a forgotten self and each time I touch the cobbled steps, or the bend down road side bough- I find looking back to the self I had buried deep below the curiously silent placid ocean. Today, I found the first song I learnt to sing-and went back to the days when my father laboriously taught me the tune, the lyrics-My first stage inter class performance- I was just three years old then! a merely three feet tall being---and I sang "We shall over come". A giant song for a tiny tot back then!

Kept looking for the history behind the song, for years together and once again Random paths had the answer stored within! coincidence-familiarity---I am keeping mum over all of these terms.

For those of you who are still to raise up from the ashes and rebuild their own future: here are the powerful lyrics:

We shall overcome, 

We shall overcome, 

We shall overcome, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,

I do believe

We shall overcome, some day.

We'll walk hand in hand, 

We'll walk hand in hand, 

We'll walk hand in hand, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,

We shall live in peace, 

We shall live in peace, 

We shall live in peace, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,

We shall all be free, 

We shall all be free, 

We shall all be free, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,

We are not afraid, 

We are not afraid, 

We are not afraid, TODAY 

Oh, deep in my heart,

We shall overcome, 

We shall overcome, 

We shall overcome, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart,

I do believe

We shall overcome, some day.

THIS I PROMISE YOU (N Sync)

When the visions around you 

Bring tears to your eyes 

And all that surround you 

Are secrets and lies

I'll be your strength 

I'll give you hope 

Keeping your faith when it's gone 

The one you should call 

Was standing here all along

And I will take you in my arms 

And hold you right where you belong 

'Til the day my life is through 

This I promise you 

This I promise you

I've loved you forever 

In lifetimes before 

And I promise you never 

Will you hurt anymore

I give you my word 

I give you my heart 

This is a battle we've won 

And with this vow 

Forever has now begun

Just close your eyes 

Each lovin' day 

And know this feeling won't go away 

'Til the day my life is through 

This I promise you 

This I promise you

Over and over I fall 

When I hear you call 

Without you in my life, baby 

I just wouldn't be living at all

And I will take you in my arms 

And hold you right where you belong 

'Til the day my life is through 

This I promise you, baby

Just close your eyes 

Each lovin' day 

And know this feeling won't go away 

Every word I say is true 

This I promise you 

Every word I say is true 

This I promise you 

I promise you

call me dil....

call me dil-for a I am around

mera o mera chehra, hua mujhse anjaan kyun
kaun hoon main, kaun hoon main oooo..
aawaz to hai meri, par kehta koi aur hai,
jhoothi meri batein aur sachcha mera pyaar,
to kya meri pehchaan hai
bolo na kya naam hai
call me dil, call me baby
call me jo naam tu main wahi
call me sach to main sachcha,
call me chahe jhootha hi sahi..

why has my, o my face, become unknown to me,
who am I, who am I,
it's my voice, but someone else says,
my talks are lies and my love true,
then what is my identity,
tell me what's the name..
call me heart, call me baby,
call me whatever name I am that,
call me true, and I'm true,
(or) call me a liar if you so wish..

ek bas dil hai mera
tujh pe hi fida to hai
kaise ye maan le ab
hone ko alvida to hai
ruk ja dil deewani
pooche dil mera
kyun ye saza, dil to nadan hai.

I have just one heart,
it's ready to be sacrificed on you,
how can it believe then,
that it's time for goodbye,
stop, o love of (my) heart,
my heart asks,
why this punishment, the heart is childlike..

call me dil, call me baby
call me jo naam tu main wahi
call me sach to main sachcha,
call me chaahe jhootha hi sahi..

tere dil se pehle, tootega dil mera,
hai ye vaada, hai ye vaada oooo..
har jhooth aaine mein
sachcha sa lag raha hai,
dekh le tu bhi to ho ek baar
ke kya meri pehchan hai
bolo na kya naam hai

before your heart (breaks), my heart will break,
it's a promise, it's a promise,
every lie is looking
like a truth in the mirror,
you too look once,
what my identity is..
tell me what's the name..

call me dil, call me baby
call me jo naam tu main wahi
call me sach to main sachcha,
call me chaahe jhootha hi sahi..

Verse Novel Techniques

Verse Novel Techniques

I am planning to write something like this----hope my blog readers and poem fans got more to tell me about it...

A definition I tried hard to explain so long...

"Introverts are like Christmas presents. You don’t know what’s inside until you remove the wrapper. Some are just harder to unwrap than others."

To know more about it go through the straight dope dad

facts you can't for look

[Source: Misconception Junction]

creation circles-wanna give it a try?

click click click

move your cursor over the circles and move your eyes with it..whats next-you don't have to make trip to north pole to watch Aurora Borealis, even your you tube will get some rest...just do as directed and you will love it through out!

lost and found Mr.Bond

My meeting with Bond took place on one fine morning when our teacher made our read through, "Sounds I like to hear,"..a few years back I had learnt to imagine and now came the next step-"close your eyes and hear, listen and recognize sounds around you". It felt grand and the whole year was a gift in itself, for the trick helped me to understand the world around me from a different perspective. Sadly, my text book got sold off with a bunch of old newspapers and I missed my "sounds I like to hear" the most...all I knew was it was written by Ruskin Bond. And, down the years I looked for that piece in all the Bond books I came across-but for one.

Bond came into life again. A teacher again taught me about him-this time it was "the eyes are not here". I learnt to see the world with a different light yet again. But yes I missed the "sounds...". And few more years of searching and waiting followed.
 A friend told me about Bond's autobiographical book-"rain in the mountains". And I could not stop myself from buying it in two day's time. It was a tough day- I snailed through the world and reached my house pretty late, tired and weak all through out, I looked and found a parcel waiting for me on the table- with tired fingers I ripped the casting and "rain in the mountains" glowed back at me...Was it apprehension, a distant rumbling of the clouds or the sudden cold wind, that touched my face softly, I flipped through the pages and studied the index closely. Buy the book, turn to page 108 of the penguin edition and read through.

ghalib again...

"Today none buys my verse's wine, that it may grow old
To make the senses reel in many a drinker yet to come
My star rose highest in the firmament before my birth
My poetry will win the world's acclaim when I am gone..."


Another brilliant piece by Mira Ghalib. true in every sense...yet, with these verse the time stands still...with these verse I stop to think, eat drink and make merry, with a cold heart, that does not beat by remain static like the broken watch over the ruin city tower, like a old picture frame...like...rumbling again yes I might...but the words are true, so true that we want to hide it...
So flash your teeth to the world,
so say you are happy to all those you meet,
for smile soothes pain
and care seals the wound from outside...
yes only from outside

Forwarded Messages: Are you an Angel?

Forwarded Messages: Are you an Angel?: "This was written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician: I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5 pm, stuck in traffic on Colo..."

you know what fear not!

learn a life time lesson from the image

A quiet stroll

A stroll

By the quiet river,

Nibbling at

Grass strands.

Friends,

Mates,

Family...

Hard to say...

Just

assume

Just two

Spirits

Strolling

Together

Before

"The Run".

following ghalib...

Ya Rab, na woh samjhe hain, na samjhenge meri baat 

de aaur dil unko jo na de mujhko zubaan aaur

                                                           - Mirza Ghalib

When I wrote 

You looked away

In disgust.

When I talked

You made it

Sure to

shut my words off.

I don't blame

You for all of these.

I just pray

With an earnest soul

"May your 

Heart change

For better.

May your

Heart see me

as I am..."

relax, and live a few moments in heaven

 Some times poems cannot reveal the thoughts that run in our mind...The following links came to me through email, from a friend who had lovely sent me...out here I am sharing them with you...for a change let us feel the world and let us think about the new ideas which we can give birth to!

click here and do as directed!

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hope you liked it...

Recipe of "Sweet Heart"

Romance is not on the cards, so keep your eyebrows in their place. I am not talking about love and all the blah, blah, blah, in this post.Yet I have learnt to make "Sweet Heart"-cookie munchers, addicts and stealer, keep out, for I am neither helping you by procuring heart shaped sweet delectable cookie filled jars from thin air.

Now, lets get into business, I am quiting from giving you all that initial rumbling...!


Easy to follow steps:


 For this recipe you need two individuals, can be of any age but having young hearts in mandatory.


1) One person "a" should be made to wait for an hour at one place by person "b"; afternoon for evening is ideal.


Note: we are not making Indian tandoors out of poor souls, in this scorching month of either September or October, so avoid noon time. 
Remember, the Indian monsoons are particularly getting erratic for the past few years-so if you are person "a", quit praying for a sudden shower relief.


2) Person "a" should walk about in circles, should wait without showing, anger, remorse or agitation. Should mediate under all weather conditions-promote the rise of promoters of Yoga.


3) Calculate the waiting time to be around one hour- person "a"should be well seasoned through the time period.


4)  Person "b" makes an entry, but no place to sit and start discussion.


5) Person "a" perhaps fuming within, person "b"- measuring words, apprehensive of sudden emotional outburst, the search for two vacant sitting places begins.


6) Finally person "a" and person"b" can rest their back and bottom,God Bless an off the route cafe.


7) Two beating hearts try to make, initiate some casual talk, yet the condition is still not under control, the AC, is perhaps not working!!


8)Coffee is ordered, coffee is served. Coffee with heart shaped made out of cream is looking up at person "a" and person"b".


9) Notice the perfect ice cubes three in number lined up, off the hot cup and along the saucer edge...these are vital inventories, you simply cannot overlook.


10) So long, person "b" was trying, failing, trying and failing to keep up... person "a" keeping close to the trait of jumping upon topics, at the same time concluding none...


11) And then the real cooking begins, like a bolt from blue, like a 1000 rupee note lying on the path, like chancing upon a glam girl or a handsome man in a crowded smelling Indian bus, idea strikes person "a".


12) Person "a", picks one of the three sugar cubes and pops it in the mouth- declaring an intensive affinity for all that is sweet and primarily drawing considerable bewilderment and attention of person "b".


13) the stage is set, the plate is laid...next comes the finale...person"a" picks the second sugar cube in waiting, plays with it and cautiously balances it about the heart shape floating on the brewing coffee settled in the table. Aiming right at its center, person "a" drops it with confidence. The cube floats, so does the so long fretting heart of person "b". The cube now semi submerged- the heart of person "b" melting already. Finally it disappears in thick coffee heart, person "b" is available to forget, forgive person "a" for all that initial waiting and is beaming with delight.

14) Mission of person "a" accomplished and there goes the real trick of creating "sweet heart" along with it.

My suggestion: Seems like a good idea to bright up those angry folks, just invite them for coffee and stock ice cubes in advance, it can be repeated anywhere..even at home, if the above settings are unavailable-it could include anyone-look about-start with horrible neighbors first!


Declaimer: "I have not seen this, but heard about this from a traveler bound to the road, who had in turn seen this little sight happen in a quiet inn, off the road. I did manage to ask the name of the creator of "sweet heart", but my friend was in a hurry  and just managed to mumble-"may be that was another "peculiar and eccentric" path finder like me."

Even small people have a story to tell

This video is indeed an suiting example of how the smallest of beings or even inanimate live could speak volumes...

Lost

Lost In Time
I see your face
Stretched across
The sky..

Tumi kothay chile-(Where were you?)

 Eto bochor
(All these years)
Tumi kothay chile?
(Where were you?)
Tomay khujechi...
(Looked for you)
baysto shohorer
( in the busy city)
Olite Golite,
( in its nooks and corners)
Meghe vora,
(in the cloud cast)
borshar akashe,
(monsoon sky)
shiter alowan gaye,
(warped in wintry shawl)
Vorer alo chayate,
(looked for you in a shadowy morning)
Bodhdhyo ghorer
(in a closed, suffocating room)
kori kathe
( in its worn out beamed up ceiling)
alpo khola
 (through little open)
janlar opashe
(window, I looked for you 
on the other side)
Eto bochor...
(for all these years)
Tumi kothay chile....
(where were you?)

tryst with coffee again!!

MY coffee appetite never seems to take a back seat...whisper the letters, "c-o-f-f-e-e", and my rabbit like picky ears, will receive the signals like your satellite antenna and in a zap of seconds you will find me bombarded you with queries like--"what?", "when?", "where?", "how did it look like?", "in what proportions...., okay
I am zipping my lips on this for the time being.

My sleep derived brain so blindly in love with coffee...yet and yet...I can go miles, swoon for nights, crave for years...god! you should watch me make those puppy faces in front of my "no-loving" mother, drop artificial tears, invoke dramatic tantrums, just for a cup of Hot brewing "Bru", each Sunday afternoon. Can't Blame, I can win all sniffing races, competitions and tournaments, if you replace the meat for a cup of hot coffee as the bait.

and just in case, if you are wondering as to why a wanderer is going weak in the knees, even if it is not yet time for her to appear in font of her mother and recreate the dramatic hullabaloo...Simply because, I spend an gracious sultry, crowded unimpressive, pre festive afternoon with none other than

Chilled Mocha

UMMMM

Yet to get over the

mouth watering taste!

a little chance meeting with Russian songs and music

These links were sent by a brother living miles apart. We believe that the moment we get a chance to express yourselves, our are in a state of elision. what about the moment, we decide to open our otherwise closed up mind, hidden identity, and embark on a journey of gathering knowledge, living moments, that are foreign, of the foreign, by the foreign and for the foreign (thats what is called constitutionally speaking). we might invade little private spaces, but for a wanderer, such invasions are mostly from the doorpost...never beyond that...








Hoping that you liked the music, the songs, I don't know the russian language.Yet, following the example of a currently running Indian telecom ad, I would say,
" Bolne ke liye (na) kisi vasha ki zaroorat nehi hoti".
To say and express you dont need a language, Listen to the songs and the musical with your heart, you will thus understand more.

Hi, I am alive

Hello,
blog friends,

I would like you to watch the video before...pray for all of them...





This baby died, but some twenty five and more years ago, another baby was born and she is still around, strong and healthy, confident and dreamy...she is still around, thanks for the love, the care and a blessings of all those people who brought her up, who loved her, who blessed her, even from miles away, worlds apart and even perhaps after death...

mother believes she is a miracle

father believes in her smile

regards,

wanderer

friends and truth about it

Watch this and understand about the beauty of a relationship called friendship

Your friendship is a precious treasure

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experience with flipkart.com

Buying stuff online..heard that was quite tricky...had made an account even after considering, reconsidering, thinking, calculating pros and cons and what not.....and then I bought two books...(of course, what did you expect..., after all I am a staunch believer of

"books are my friends,
I owe to thee")

And flipkart came under my scanner. I ordered two books, called the people, verified the order and bit my nails off till the next day. "THEY came", packed in perfect packing boxes, buffered like all glassware, ensured that the whole content is shock proof, not a page here and there...as perfect as ever...

thats how it came all packed

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and after I opened it...

came out two on my best buys for the season

1)Chasing the Monsoon

2)The Immortals of Meluha