3# 50 to 100 words: Love Cornered

This post is written on the occasion of the writer's birthday, and on the special request from Sourav C. Pandey

Sweating and puffing, your own heart beating,

" Wow cant wait she must be planning..."

 You know the meal, 

But you don’t know what’s waiting. 

Its ringing in your head,

Her special request... 

You stare at her now and then,

 Noticing her special gait, 

Her new look and all the other things, 

You wished you could make your own. 

You perhaps even dare to like her,

 But your paining heart, 

Keeps your emotions at bay. 

The dinner gets over,

 The clouds take their leave. 

You watch her leave too,

 Never knowing 

Even she had something to say.

To enjoy more heart felt musings,

Sourav's blog is the right place to click on.

Modern Love letters

Keeping the mood of the love cornered contest (check the contest page) here is a little intro to the blushing love hungry gals and the wanna be beaus :)

In my opinion writing a letter is an art. We all forget when we write that last letter.

The old system of letters in post is used by very few now.

I really hate that. Now a days if you receive one letter by post from a friend...

I hope it really means a lot.

Anyway here is one sample of Modern Love Letters in a New Style.

SAMPLE OF A MODERN LOVE LETTER...

Dearest Samantha,


I am very happy to inform you that I have fallen in love with you since Tuesday, the 20th of June 2009.


With reference to the meeting held between us on the 20th of June 2009 at 1500 hours, I would like to present myself as a prospective lover. Our love affair would be on probation for a period of no less than three months and depending on compatibility, would be made permanent. Of course, upon completion of probation, there will be continuous relationship training and relationship appraisal schemes leading up to promotion from lover to spouse. The expenses incurred for coffee and entertainment would initially be shared equally between us. Later, based on your performance, I might take up a larger share of the expenses. However I am broad-minded enough, to be taken care of, on your expense account. I request you to kindly respond within 30 days of receiving this letter, failing which, this offer would be canceled without further notice and I shall be considering someone else. I would be happy, if you could forward this letter to your sister, if you do not wish to take up this offer.


Thanking you in anticipation.


Yours sincerely, Max

MODERN REPLY TO MODERN LOVE LETTER...

  

Dear Max,


Please refer to your letter dated today. I am pleased to inform you that I hope to accept your proposal for romance. However, you should be informed that there are certain conditions of acceptance. Promotional prospects are to my satisfaction. However, please enlighten me as to your retirement benefits. Gratuity should be generous. I also need to be assured that there is sufficient security with regards to this commitment. If there is any chance at all of retrenchment or consequent disinterest on your part, then I should receive monetary compensation according to union standards.


Due to the nature of my position, I am sure you will agree that an expense account should be arranged for my access in light of the 'VIP'. I shall be entertaining. In addition, housing and transport allowances should be in order and nothing less than a Jaguar is in order.


Please also note that there should be no moonlighting restrictions placed on myself. If you are still interested in the relationship, please reply on an urgent basis as other prospective lovers have sent indications of interest.


Please also note that my sister is happily employed.


Yours perhaps, Samantha!

I hope you all are now efficiently trained in "How to write a letter"...

So be ready and make yourself to writing letters.

The above was shared by a friend of mine, courtesies to him.

homeless scholar

A world within
A world without..

There sits a dreamer
A warrior
A destitute

A withered look
A scholar otherwise...

Passer by, onlookers
Whisper to each other

"That's a man without a penny.."
"That's a vagabond smoking.."
"That's a homeless soul
Looking for a place to rest".

"An answer to a prompt challenge from one shot poetry"

Come along and join us to think beyond...visit the link

recall

and share your own imagination triggered by the image...the comment section is waiting for you....

"Helping readers to think and increase their imagination power so that they can express their thoughts better"

waitng for you

Alone I stand,
Waiting for you to call me back,
Alone I stand,
Hoping
This world
Has more to give me
Still.
And that you
Still believe
In me,
In the same
old way...

Waiting for you
To come
and take me
home
once again.

(thanks Andy for the image and to know more all readers should click here)

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

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...

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

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..."

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

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

copyright wanderer

and after I opened it...

came out two on my best buys for the season

1)Chasing the Monsoon

2)The Immortals of Meluha

cup of love

If 

Every one 

needs a 

cup of love

I have lots

To give away...

For those who

Made me

for 

What I am

today,

for those who

stand by

for those 

who choose 

to walk with me

For those

who watch

over

when I sleep

For those

who

live 

miles away-

and call to say

"how are you?"

A cup of love

For all of

you 

who give 

the same in

return....

The nightingale

yanni nightingale mp3 | lyrics

free music downloads | music videos | pictures

The nightingale is flying with me...
She is souring high
Flying in circles
A little above
Sometimes settling on my shoulders...

As I hear a chinese flutist plays...

Somewhere near...
Somewhere close...

Yet I don't spread my wings.
Don't allow the wind
Carry me afloat.
I don't want
To fly
To be caged again.
I want to walk
A little more.
Just a little more...
To breathe in...
To live a life time
In moments that I have...

( A friend made me listen to the song and the poem was an immediate outflow of my feelings...It was not easy enough for me to express my feelings for lot got lost through pening down all that transpired within my heart.)

Beyond friendship....A tribute to all that goes within

A leisurely Sunday afternoon, gave birth to this complication, watch if you love the monsoon, relish it if you long for the raindrops to settles on your hand....go on...live a moment in a life time...some times it is worth the effort..

 

The poems are written by me..over a period of an year or more....