Friends who last...

One day looking back you will ask
finding the missing spots in the past
why did I let go those who cared, and knew would last...

dream

Anywhere I look is where I see you.
But gone are you is what they say.
Could I be dreaming with eyes open, in broad lit day?

1411 Save tiger cause !!!

The campaign launched by Aircel to save tiger is awesome…mind blowing is the word. Creative, media span, spends, everything…it is such a powerful campaign that does not miss anyone’s eye…be it TV, print, billboards, online, social networking site…it is just about everywhere and the number 1411 is printed on our minds.

But as a human and citizen of India I have one basic question…

what do I or people around me gain by saving tigers?

Does it help my country to remove poverty, does it fetch at least 1 proper meal to a person who otherwise would not have got it, does it ensure no water scarcity in future…wait before you jump to conclusions on me talking some NGO’s language let me clarify…I am talking as an Indian and have no agenda here to drive women rights, or population control etc…I honestly have this question.

why such a POWERFUL campaign is never launched on "save water", pollution, drugs, smoking ...well....why talk of big things ???

Lets start with basics…- respect parents, respect fellow human, do not swear, be punctual, don't jump traffic lights…there are so many basic simple causes that can have high impact in our day to day life…

I am impressed and bowled over by the campaign, it has caught every ones eye...all those who may never have seen a tiger...but are asked to save one...I am amazed by the media channels used to spread this message....it has reached all the classes and cities....but I feel sad that this message that has reached all - has nothing to offer to them or to their fellow humans.

feels just like love

it feels just like love
but it is not
it hurts just like love
as i miss u a lot
i long like one in love
wishing the distances were short
yes it feels just like love
but it is not

i wish we had stayed longer
i wish we had spoken some more
i wish we did not have to part ways
i wish we could be together for some more days

need to meet you again
need to talk just once more
to see that look in your eyes
that makes my heart swell to core

kill the distance that separates us
bridge the difference in what we speak
i know we connect beyond this life
our ties are not that weak

i dont know your name
i dont know where you belong
doesn't matter if you married or not
still for you I sing this song

we shall meet again for sure
i shall meet your children too
i know i am not alone in this
and you too wish to see me soon

we are meant to meet again
it does sounds like a similar plot
yes...it feels just like love, i know
but let me tell you...that it is not...

message in the bottle

i am heartbroken since yesterday, and regret the moment i picked up the book called "message in the bottle". it had been on my bookshelf for about 3 years now, and i damn the moment when y'day morning i picked it up to read ...

books, like cigarettes or adult films should come with a warning too - and this one surely should have carried one that said "not for the weak hearted" and i would not have touched it

the book is a love story with a fairytale affect....there cannot be a better romance than two people falling in love, covering time, distance, hurdles and falling truly, deeply & madly in love...nothing can be more beautiful than that...just pure love and romance...deeper than the ocean , softer than the cloud, larger than the sky...that love is beyond all limits and comprehension of a regular human mind. i experience this kind of love everyday every moment - i just close my eyes and i see him – us, in the everlasting love for one another...

what i dont like and understand is the authors wicked mind to manipulate human mind and emotions, they purposely end their book with a tragedy just to make the book work, as a tragedy remains in mind and talked about.

what they dont understand is that it breaks people like me into million pieces seeing the two in love not able to meet. i cannot see one of them lonely, longing to be together. I cannot see them separated and living a life without the other, as i'd rather die than live without the one i love...

it hurts beyond words...and just for the fun of it, the money and fame, authors end up committing the biggest crime their pen ever can...

separate the souls that were meant to be togehter…

women are born with a tag saying - handle with care

i wish i were a writer

i wish i were a writer,
who could write my mind out,
without the fears of the world
not caring that i am too loud

i wish i were a writer
who could speak as my heart says
not being shy of the words
just following it's own ways

i wish i were a writer
and could write how Leonardo paints
as strokes of his color speak
my words could paint the frame

i wish i were a writer
and could write how Mozart plays
his magical fingers on the keys
could be my writing on the lanes

i wish i were a writer
who could touch your heart
you sleep with my words on mind
and wish the same, when your day starts

i wish i were a writer
who knew how to write well
so you read what my mind speak
and makes your heart swell

i wish i were a writer
that you fall in love with too
for all my words i write
i write my love, only for you

heartbreak

Broken promise, soul in pain.
Wounded heart, shattered dream.
Will I ever love again?

In love

First drop of rain.
I feel like a teenager.
In love once again.

what heart desires

My eyes were following him all evening, waiting for the right moment to speak.Should I or should I not, was the question I had been debating. My heart said “speak” and mind “don’t”, after all I know nothing about him, apart from the fact that he makes my heart beat every time I see him.Yes, he is the one, as I have never felt this way before, so I decided and moved forward.I was close enough to speak, when she came and smilingly whispered something in his ears, he looked into her eyes, brushed her beautiful cheek with his lips, put his arm around her thin waist, and walked away. Standing there watching this, my eyes could not stop the drops that fell, and my heart has not stopped crying since, I wonder “why does God make us desire what we cannot get?”