100 Years in My Dream

In my exile the only hope 
Was the hole in one corner of the damped wall
Those streaming rays when touched my palm
My neck , my forehead
The stench of my body and soul suddenly became a perishing after-war accomplishment.
The iron chain around my waist, and legs felt ashamed in front of my spirit..
My wounds were a superficial damage ...
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The war was for you, 
I had a dream of living a hundred years with you , may be more than that;
In crisis , in peace , in health or in sickness..
I did.
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Now.Today.
I am free.Hundred years passed.I survived to breathe this free air.
My body aches; vision are less...
Thing happens and vanishes from my mind so often
 I can see you ... hazy but perfect..laughing, screaming , dancing under the blue vast sky.
Do you recognize me ?
Yes I am here..I am here for you .To live in you.
Remember me .. green eyes , rusty hair..mole on right cheek?
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No ?
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Hundred years...
My eyes remain always cloudy now..
Sometimes due to age..sometimes in happiness.
For that I see my dream come true in you~~~~

Someday, Somewhere, Someplace Else

Someday, Somewhere, Someplace Else

I will sense back my long lost dream,

Left in mid way, not cherished for long.

No matter how I find it - ransacked or robbed,

This time I will quench my thirst

and live it till I fill to brim.

Someday , I will murmur my forgotten words

Jigsaw-ed, scrabbled , unuttered yet.

I will put them on rythm,tie them in verse.

Poetry may not you call it

Yet I will bring them startlit magical sparks.

I know, someday I will shiver again;

Again will be drenched in divine.

Turbulent,trembling - touch of sovereign

Somewhere in deep , submerged in time; before drying,

My eyes will surely find tiny drops of rain;;;

Someday, Somewhere, Someplace else......

Eat, Pray, Luv

!-!-!-!- Eat -!-!-!-!-!

Sometimes I wonder if eating is just only for energy of our body cells or it has major mission to satisfy our taste buds also . I know , most of you will say: Both.

Well think of a situation ****

You return from office hungry , weary , severely sweating and off course accompanied by headache. And then comes one big full bowl of Muri (Puffed Rice) , you frown, then what you do is mere an individual case: either you take it silently until your jaws get ache or .. well beyond this I don’t have much idea coz me and my friends belong to the first category itself. But not to mention, my father says, plain muri is really very good for heath and it relieves you from acidity, gas and many more liver-intestine saving capability it does have. :-O

Now another day you reach home, same physical and mental condition. A bowl of Muri comes with some boiled sliced potatoes, onion, green chili, pieces of tomatoes ;rather a home-made version of Bhel - Puri. Well I can see smile on your face already. Your mouth starts watering and no matter how much burning sensation you will have in your food canal ; you finish it with a happy heart. And here comes my point.****

No matter what we eat, if we eat plenty of it our food-jar is filled; but not for all of them our taste buds secrets saliva.


@@@@@ Pray @

How many of us regularly pray or rather I say religiously? Not going into anyone’s belief: almost 90 out of 100 just do the rituals just for the sake of rituals. I mean you can’t wait for the time of prayer or for going to the place of prayer when you badly needing to convey your wish, your complain, your pain , your sustenance to happiness.

Prayer is something which I believe is ~Spontaneous~. My everyday wish is transmitted in waves and thus rearranging the circumstances or redirecting the people around me to fulfill that or help me to fulfill that. To want something from the core of my heart is my ~Prayer~.


~~~ My family will have a good health ;I’ll get a chance to spend good holiday with my friends....may this happen
~~~~~Why I have not got good work, good salary, good dresses, good boyfriends.. why why why..
~~~~~~~Past is not changeable but it happened and you realized it just after it became past.. it hurts man
~~~~~~~~~You help your friends ; you do sacrifice for others; you engage yourself for the sake of society, country… your happiness is sustained

Thus we are continuously striving in the life and prayer always is there in our heart.

(^)(^)(^) Luv~~for your partner (^)(^)


Well guyz, you may have a different view on this particular thing. But bear with me for my not-so-fancy ideas.

One of my friend visualizes LOVE :
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a yellow mustard field (may be sunflower.. whatever.. it is yellow) .She is resting her head on her hero's shoulder and he is wearing a jacket even in the middle of June. (:-P .. seems too good for a big screen)
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Is it a feeling? Or may be attraction? No no.. must be togetherness…

I have heard people saying :

Housewife: Love was there but now it has flown away after marriage..

Boyfriend: I thought it was love .But actually it was infatuation . Now I am in true Love with someone else..

A working lady: I loved a different person, but he is completely different now… his smoking irritates me

And so on.. :-D

There is nothing to be ashamed of guyzz.. we do often say these.. I mean it happens.

So let’s take out the big hole from it..let’s call it LUV..

Now LUV is a floating fairy state of life or may be mind of two persons, when both of them enjoy their good habits and bad habits(capabilities and disabilities) also, when surroundings is playing the background music and you enjoy the act of ignoring them and just remain engulfed in your fairy state.You never do sacrifice,adjustment,comrpromise..nopes..what you do is just luv.The moment you are able to hear the background music.. dude you are in LOVE.. luv with a big hole. You start recognising those words.

And if you deny you must be a fool … luv is always a urge to touch or being touched.It's always finding the excuses so that your noses strike together. When
this is gone it is again LOVE.

But to me.. Luv is never lost; Even if when you no more enjoy your partners’ bad habit, even if you no more feel to be touched by your partner. Believe me it
remains still the same in the fist of time. Its just that situation demands you to react more profusely to other emotions which is just not the 'luv for your partner'.. rather ..may be luv for yourself..luv for carreer..luv for ur dream.

Well well..am I being too mean?

~Thoughts~

Thoughts come to me
Diverse multitude of thoughts;
Some are colorful, some agile
Some are void and some of loss.


Thoughts are sometimes divine
Sometimes thoughts of secret sin,
Invaded deep in mind;
Sometimes blissful: thoughts of my innocent teen.


I have seen thoughts, playing in eyes
I have seen them in dreams
They are enigmatic
And they stay in all my whims.


These many buckets of thoughts
These are my priceless treasure
The more I spend, the more it grows
Thus I live in my 'Thoughts' forever !!!