INDIA... topmost in world news for the past two or three weeks, being the land where a medical student was brutally tortured in sexual assault, which made it to international media because of the strong backlash shown by its people.My effort of mentioning and discussing it here is NOT to present what happened. It's been done already and hats off ...
Courses the stream,the blood streamthrough my veins I feel....Carrying my memoriesthe sweetest memorieswith love and careI embraced.......Echoes the heart beatthe rhythmic heart beatin my earsI hearSinging the songthe lovely songfrom your heartI hear......Tells it thenthe moment just thenthat you are out there, somewhereallowing what fate is to beAnd sings my heartmy weary heartalong with your songfor me..............And I feel youevery ...
This one poem at the beginning of the movie.....No words to say... It was a jewel!Your eyes, impish and mischievousyour laughter's nonchalant insolenceYour hair unfurled their waves undoneNever shall I forgetUntil I breathe this lifeUntil I breathe this lifeYour hand that abandoned mineYour shadow that turned away its gazeYour look that never looked backNever shall I forgiveUntil I breathe this ...
We walked togetherhand in handLong we wentas if never to end......And all that timeI felt as divinecoz your warm handwas holding mine......On the shoresin starry nightsYou whispered mea thousand times......And also told mewhat it really meansto have me fulfillmy world of dreams.....Those times arelong gone nowTo recover them backI dunno how......And once againafter years I cameTo hold yourhand of ice, ...
It's difficult to understandthe reason whyBut I'm falling for youthat I can't deny.....Never did I hopeyou to be mineAnd as it goes nownever will I......Gone with the windmy mind to that pastHover over the historyI can't forget so fast.....Coming back to the pathswe used to treadI see us thereand I stop dead!......What if fate wouldbring us togetherSo thatwe are ours ...
There is one special reason that draws me to the beauty of the night. As a little girl I was used to stare up at the starry sky and specially the moon. But still I’ve not given up this addiction of mine and I know that people wonder why. Even I can’t understand the magic there but I get dazed ...
The first time, i had my baby girlin my hands....and felt that there can't be anything so delicateand so small...I gazed at that pretty face...longing to kiss her cheeks,but afraid i will make her cry...And I felt that tiny heart beat,thumping lub dub...against my own heart...And I knew there can be nothing i love,more than her....Then I hoped,that I can ...
Moon is out there,with a glow,unable to deny,hanging over the dark blue sky...On this canopy of sky so wide,stars twinkle shimmering bright,and under this canopyhere I'm!,Thinking again for the millionth time!somewhere out there,under the same skythou are there waiting for me,i know no turning backlook at the moon and i see thee.
Power, has it's own versions of variation. Comes in many forms and enjoyed by not many. Pen in single has not much worth, either materialistically, or usefully. But pen in the hand of a writer, has a power unmatched, unsurpassed and beyond all incomparable!The duo, one without the other has no power... But together they can do marvels!And................ they will!image ...
