Loner!!!
I’m a loner & I love to live in this
Lonely place…
There is nothing that one can take from here…
There is nothing that I can give away!!

It’s so lonely in here,
I wish I could run afar….
But the more I run,
More I find the world slip away!!

I cry...Though not very often
Then when tears roll down my eyes…
I glance in this arid place
& find tears dry away!!

I’m a loner & I have to live in this
Lonely place…
There is nothing that one can take from here…
There is nothing that I can give away!!

I long for touch so ‘humane’
But I’m so numb
I hardly feel my heart beat
Once in a while I do realize
The sinful pleasure
But like other feelings that too fades away!!

It’s so nice here…no one to disturb…
No one to come up and dare to care..
It’s a lonely place & all I find here is me…
So you see I’m as trapped
As much I’m free!!

I’m a loner & I live to die in this
Lonely place…
There is nothing that one can take from here…
There is nothing that I can give away!!

-Priyanka ( 28/04/09)

THIS CUTE LITTLE GIRL I MET ON THE ROAD,
ALWAYS SINGING AND SMILING ON EVERY NODE,
SO HAPPY-GO-LUCKY SO JOYOUS EVERYDAY,
SHE JUST SEEMS LIKE A LITTLE CHILDS PRAYER.
SHE LOOKS SO CHILL AND DAMN COOL,
BUT HEY U GUYS JUST DONT GET FOOLED,
SHE HAS A TEMPER NAMED HOT AND STOUT,
ASK ME FOR THE CAUSE,
I KNOW HER INSIDE-OUTIF U TRY TO BUG HER AND GET INTO HER HEAD,
SHE HAS A CUTE LITTLE NOSE WHICH GETS SO-SO RED,
I TRY TO IRRITATE HER AND MAKE HER GRAY,
SHE LOOKS SO CUTE IN THAT DAMN ANGRY WAY!
SHE HAS A HEART SO GENTLE AND PURE,
SHE LOVES EVERYONE AND HAS A CURE,
SHE CAN MAKE U UNDERSTAND WHEN THINGS GO WRONG,
AND ABIDE BY YOU TILL THE END OF THE STORM
BUT HEY EVERYONE THATS NOT THE END,
SHE CAN LAY HER LIFE FOR WHATS CALLED A FRIEND,
BLESSED AM I WHO HAS HER BY MY SIDE,
AS A PERSON,A SWEETHEART,A FRIEND AND A GUIDE!I
PRAY TO GOD SHE GETS WHAT SHE NEEDS,
IN FRIENDSHIP,IN LOVE,IN LUCK AN IN DEED

"Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."

For all most all the times…the most remarkable incidences, the most important happenings in our lives happen in the most subtle and most mysterious ways….even before we appreciate its happening!! We always have soo many plans to go about things wen they happen….I’ll do this n I’ll do tht..n wht not!! But it does happen …we are hardly aware !!! May be this the charm of these events …..the state of non-consiousness,…in the whole conscious world!! J
We make plans….they turn out to b sheer failures…mere disappointments…n v r devastated!! We hold each n every one responsible for all the bad happening to us…including ourselves..even our GOD is not spared!! We see literally…THE END OF WORLDS!! N just then around the corner, just wen v r wiping our swollen face b’coz of sobbing..v c a chance!! A chance to revive the flickering flame!! That is wht makes life …Living-worthy!! Coz it never lets us down,….giving everyone CHANCES….now its just us…who have to look for them…n LIVE!!

WORDS…

More often it is not the reality that hurts….
Rather it is the imagination, which is the cause of pain.

The tragedy is often the regrets of yesterday and the fear of tomorrow…. which obscures the joys of today.

Love…is something that we try to seek from this mundanity. But, alas! We fail to realize that this is the thing abundantly gifted to us by GOD. The wait is to turn back and search OUR SELF and to know that we ourselves are the source of our happiness and pleasure and even love. Others, who don’t realize this, always remain devoid of love.

Life is never a stoppage or a destination…. it is a trip ….a trip which seems no end…. till the death engulfs it…. and every moment of this trip must be enjoyed to the fullest and shouldn’t be wasted merely in the search of that happiest moment.


NECTER OF LIFE.
FIRST OF ALL FIX A GOAL. THEN CONCENTRATE ON THE GOAL.
TUNE YOUR HEART, MIND AND SOUL IN A UNIFORM RHYTHM TO WORK ON THAT GOAL.WORK ON THE GOAL TILL YOU AND YOUR GOAL ARE IN UNISON.
ACHIEVEMENT, AFTER ALL THIS, IS SOMETHING YOU ARE BOUND TO GET. AND EVEN IF YOU DON’T GET IT, YOU WILL NEVER REPENT, BECAUSE YOU KNOW, YOU’VE TRIED YOUR BEST!!!!

you are what your desire is.as you desire,so is your intention.as your intention,so is your will.as is your will so is your deed.as is your deed, so is your destiny.
-priyanka.
(2001)

The land of dead!!

I roam around
On this land of dead,
Eyes can see the soil
But feats can never feel it.

I move around
On this land of dead,
Flesh bodies touch me and pass
But my heart can still spare a touch.

This land of dead
Offers me in my solitude
And leaves me with the satisfaction
The satisfaction of being alone alive

I breath
The air - which no one can even claim
As they can never have it.

The dead can never know the importance-
- Place of these things in life,
But I will live,
On this land of dead,
I’ll be alive
Just like my heart
I’ll be alive
On this land of dead…

- PRIYANKA.
(2001)

BLUE AND WHITE!!

Somehow he has painted my life white and blue,
And left the artwork, these colors though very few,
The velvet of time, woven by threads intermingled,

Retrospect, each time, and make the form much new.

The jewel of pride was always carried by,

Till the moment it bleeds to death and die,

But in between we visited the place enchanting,

Yes, still we breathe the facts we can’t deny.

All and all we’ve knocked on the doors forbidden,
Let the feelings out which were meant to be hidden,

The path righteous, and the choice within the limits of our hands,
But, yet, we longed for the divine grand chance to be given.

White here shows the stillness creeping in,

And probably blue, the symbol of the bleeding sin,

Few moments before I ran in wilderness,

And now I’m in void of solitude hurlin’.

-PRIYANKA.

('99)