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
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
"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."
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!!
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)
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)
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,
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,
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.
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)
Land of dead!!!...dreams in despair!
No I can’t write a word,
My hands are weak for it,
Brain is paralyzed,
To even use my wit.
I could have spoken
If ever my tongue had moved
And said world beautiful
But to darkness my eyes are glued.
I can’t move myself
My legs are stuck to ground.
Ear are about to fall off
As I can hear no sound.
Burn my body or cut into pieces
It won’t hurt me at all,
No you can never hold me
As I am going through a constant freefall.
No one can hurt me now,
As heart exists no more
Soul is moving out of my body
With the blood flowing from bleeding sore!
No friends I have with me
As I care for no one now.
No heat and even no hearth
Like a weed everywhere I grow!
Life is not I am living
Death can never touch me.
No one shackle me down
Nor can make me free.
Language of good I can never understand
Bad, I have left quiet behind,
I don’t believe in GOD or DEVIL,
I’m neither cruel nor kind.
I adhere to no obligation
And every commitment I cease,
On this LAND OF DEAD,
I’ll always stay in PEACE.
-PRIYANKA.
('2000)
My hands are weak for it,
Brain is paralyzed,
To even use my wit.
I could have spoken
If ever my tongue had moved
And said world beautiful
But to darkness my eyes are glued.
I can’t move myself
My legs are stuck to ground.
Ear are about to fall off
As I can hear no sound.
Burn my body or cut into pieces
It won’t hurt me at all,
No you can never hold me
As I am going through a constant freefall.
No one can hurt me now,
As heart exists no more
Soul is moving out of my body
With the blood flowing from bleeding sore!
No friends I have with me
As I care for no one now.
No heat and even no hearth
Like a weed everywhere I grow!
Life is not I am living
Death can never touch me.
No one shackle me down
Nor can make me free.
Language of good I can never understand
Bad, I have left quiet behind,
I don’t believe in GOD or DEVIL,
I’m neither cruel nor kind.
I adhere to no obligation
And every commitment I cease,
On this LAND OF DEAD,
I’ll always stay in PEACE.
-PRIYANKA.
('2000)
NOMADE THOUGHTS
When loneliness creeps in…. the tears roll down & heart sinks……….
When time simply stops to tick & mind stops to think…….
I see with no sight & hear silence clearly……..
& lookout for someone who can know how ‘m feeling!
Try so hard to know the reason of existence…
Fail in the attempt recurrently,
Put down the weapons & surrender to faith…
To be salvaged by the destiny readily!!
Words hardly hold what they mean to convey…
I use them as they come to me..randomly…
Seldom I know what lies ahead…
Both tears & words flow incessantly!!
Some tears have percolated in me…
As salt I taste in sweetness too…
I know someone has done something wrong…
But only God knows, whether it’s me or you!!
Priya.
When time simply stops to tick & mind stops to think…….
I see with no sight & hear silence clearly……..
& lookout for someone who can know how ‘m feeling!
Try so hard to know the reason of existence…
Fail in the attempt recurrently,
Put down the weapons & surrender to faith…
To be salvaged by the destiny readily!!
Words hardly hold what they mean to convey…
I use them as they come to me..randomly…
Seldom I know what lies ahead…
Both tears & words flow incessantly!!
Some tears have percolated in me…
As salt I taste in sweetness too…
I know someone has done something wrong…
But only God knows, whether it’s me or you!!
Priya.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
One of my fav !
Jing An Temple
I went to Jing An finally this Sunday,
Twice before I had met closed doors
But you know how doors open up
If you knock on them hard enough
A world within a world
Small courtyard with its pyre and burning incense
If you want a quick religious fix
This is the place to be
A woman with leucoderma sits unperturbed
Why would God make a fair woman fairer?
To reveal our true colour I guess
God don't teach me this way
The temples are something else
Many Buddha's living together
Tall, serene, smiling and compassionate
The fat one obviously laughing
Neat cushions to kneel and pray
'Thank god' we don't have to prostrate
Ranjit who came with me prayed but did not kneel
Sometimes its better to listen to your heart than your mind
A noble temple priest in the corner
With a Chinese scroll and ink pen
I wrote my name but not my wish
Suppose he understands what I really want?
A lightheaded feeling, exultation
What's the harm in believing?
That God's pardon
Could just be an sms away?
The exit is quick and easy
Just step out of the temple door
Hey - God's a great partner
With no strings attached
-Alok Kejriwal
RETURN…
RETURN…
Life – I had seen a lot thru’
In the twilight smiling at me
Or even sometimes falling on my shoulders
Like drops of rain
Focusing on me totally,
Full of grace while seldom full of disdain
All I saw every time, was different each time
But yet in it’s aweful looks, too,
It always seemed beautiful to me.
It shackled my hands strongly
Or even offered wings to be free.
It has filled my nights with dreams
And a joy overwhelmed
Or gifted my eyes with tears
And within a fraction of second
It can wipe off all my fears.
Love is more precious part of this life
I’ve been living sometime ago
I had even shun it, and remorse,
But like elastic or a rubber
Love comes back to me
With much more force.
-priyanka.
(2000)
Life – I had seen a lot thru’
In the twilight smiling at me
Or even sometimes falling on my shoulders
Like drops of rain
Focusing on me totally,
Full of grace while seldom full of disdain
All I saw every time, was different each time
But yet in it’s aweful looks, too,
It always seemed beautiful to me.
It shackled my hands strongly
Or even offered wings to be free.
It has filled my nights with dreams
And a joy overwhelmed
Or gifted my eyes with tears
And within a fraction of second
It can wipe off all my fears.
Love is more precious part of this life
I’ve been living sometime ago
I had even shun it, and remorse,
But like elastic or a rubber
Love comes back to me
With much more force.
-priyanka.
(2000)
Some opportunities knock your door once and go away if you don’t open the door. But there are others, those chosen few, who not only knock the door but ring the doorbell too. And even if you don’t open the door they pop in through a window or through your chimney, or even from your garage window. And if required even through your drainage pipe. They think might be you are deep asleep or else you are busy in the toilet. Or you are unable to open the latch because of your height. If you don’t have any reason to tell them for not opening the door, they’ll make the one for you. These chosen few are determined, and you are destined. Even if you don’t realize their importance and run away from them, they’ll catch you, anyhow!! Mind well, anyhow!!! Because this is your destiny. No one in this world can change fate. Everything is preplanned and not always but more often, HE has arranged the sets for the best play to take place. Our ignorance inherited from our ancestors Homo sapiens catch hold of our mind, which can’t think beyond limits of me and myself. We ought to ignore the more Supreme, the more beautiful and the truest part of ourselves. Our inner HIGHER SELF.
On your birthday no one has wished you in your house or at your office. And by the end of day while returning home you feel like shit, you feel alone and down. But HE knows everything, you go home and you are shell-shocked. HE has arranged a surprise party for you!!! And you smile once again.
You think your friends, mother, father or siblings has done this for you. But my dear, they were merely the medium for the action; the real director of this short play was THE SUPREME POWER. But not always the play end with a smile. There are times when you think with your eyes filled with tears the play has ended. Although in true sense this is only an intermission, which has been mistaken as an end.
-Priyanka.(written sometime in'99)
On your birthday no one has wished you in your house or at your office. And by the end of day while returning home you feel like shit, you feel alone and down. But HE knows everything, you go home and you are shell-shocked. HE has arranged a surprise party for you!!! And you smile once again.
You think your friends, mother, father or siblings has done this for you. But my dear, they were merely the medium for the action; the real director of this short play was THE SUPREME POWER. But not always the play end with a smile. There are times when you think with your eyes filled with tears the play has ended. Although in true sense this is only an intermission, which has been mistaken as an end.
-Priyanka.(written sometime in'99)
"THOSE DAYS!!!"
Time does not wait for u and me days pass & years pass,u lose ur loved ones,u move away frm ur loved ones,u move to different places,ur life changes, ur friends change,attitude changes , society changes!!!!But ur heart has those precious memories etched in it.whether u want them or not, they r there!making u happy at times ,sad at times and making u even painful at times,ur heart has those moments in tht corner where no one can see,wht is it?,they ask u seeing at ur blank face.and u just smile , saying,"THOSE DAYS!!!"
Untitled
The life lived and the question yet to be answered
Every emotion not always to be revered
Right is this and that is wrong
To decide this takes so long!
For a very thin line divides wrong and right
Like the gray one which separates black and white
May be it’s the difference in sight
Which make the difference between dark and light
So life spent all in the gray
The part – calmest one in all this strife
Tomorrow the future- yesterday the past
For how long does the present last
May be its only the present which exists
Since past is always gone and future never persists
The barrier between now and then
Thinking this causes a lot of pain
Like an intruder, an idea trespasses my mind
Wonder if this is the way answer can we find
Life and then death may appear
I’m ready to embrace it anytime without any fear
Now I’m alive, no one knows the next moment I may die
Now so restless,
Then my soulless body in peace may lie
My lines remain incomplete as I am
I may leave this world as I came.
-Priyanka.
The life lived and the question yet to be answered
Every emotion not always to be revered
Right is this and that is wrong
To decide this takes so long!
For a very thin line divides wrong and right
Like the gray one which separates black and white
May be it’s the difference in sight
Which make the difference between dark and light
So life spent all in the gray
The part – calmest one in all this strife
Tomorrow the future- yesterday the past
For how long does the present last
May be its only the present which exists
Since past is always gone and future never persists
The barrier between now and then
Thinking this causes a lot of pain
Like an intruder, an idea trespasses my mind
Wonder if this is the way answer can we find
Life and then death may appear
I’m ready to embrace it anytime without any fear
Now I’m alive, no one knows the next moment I may die
Now so restless,
Then my soulless body in peace may lie
My lines remain incomplete as I am
I may leave this world as I came.
-Priyanka.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Beautiful boy just about 18!!
Few days back ,a handsome lad of about 18, preparing for MH-CET exams on the bed of Haematology ward, drew my attention.I happened to talk to him.Despite of not keeping too well these days,his lips were red and plump,which made me almost jealous along with the bright complexion and glow that made me almost stare at him.
Since then I saw him regularly for over 4 weeks.The boy who made me almost speechless by his angelic beauty,was fighting a tough thing called leukemia,detected just few days back.The family was quite sure that he will make out of it and were preparing for his application for the exams and all the stuff.Little did we all knew of the terror that was about to fall on us!!
Suddenly he was not responding to any medication and developed all sort of complications we can think of. My heart cried out when I saw the very same boy lying on bed,semiconsious,all bones and no muscle or fat,hairs grown as of a long forgotten shipwrecked,and turned dark tanned as if was roasted in burning sun!! I was looking at a beautiful boy just about 18!!
I know may be tomorrow i won't have to face this horror again.May be tomorrow there won't be any boy with a spark on his face lying there and greeting me good morning!!May be tomorrow may never come for Him!
Since then I saw him regularly for over 4 weeks.The boy who made me almost speechless by his angelic beauty,was fighting a tough thing called leukemia,detected just few days back.The family was quite sure that he will make out of it and were preparing for his application for the exams and all the stuff.Little did we all knew of the terror that was about to fall on us!!
Suddenly he was not responding to any medication and developed all sort of complications we can think of. My heart cried out when I saw the very same boy lying on bed,semiconsious,all bones and no muscle or fat,hairs grown as of a long forgotten shipwrecked,and turned dark tanned as if was roasted in burning sun!! I was looking at a beautiful boy just about 18!!
I know may be tomorrow i won't have to face this horror again.May be tomorrow there won't be any boy with a spark on his face lying there and greeting me good morning!!May be tomorrow may never come for Him!
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