To ,
My dearest Madhu.....
You came into my life just a couple of weeks ago...and now i am leaving temporarily and you permanently.........moving ahead of the pass that saw us meet....u came across as sweet.....oh as sweet as "madhu" or honey......with sparkling and eager eyes and cildlike enthusiasm...eyes that are ever gazing and absorbing every single thing..........I dont think I understand you a lot..........
A bit I can claim though.........May be you are too complex..........or just so simple that there is nothing to be understood........but to be felt......to experience your intriguing,and yet so warm presence.......I dont know why I kept getting back to you every single day, to catch up for some talk as we sipped tea most of the times.........I wonder how I spoke to you about topics dearest to me.......You made me comfortable.......I think I experience a set of mixed emotions about you.........
I think I actually adore you.......And may be you no longer intrigue me.......yet i feel a strange connection.......dont want to evaluate what......Would like to just let it be.......
I dont know if we will ever meet or remain in contact........but I shall always remember you as an intersting person who gave me a different point of view.....almost prompting me to think differently on many a topics......will miss you.......though I wont be able to tell what exactly I will miss about you but yes will miss that something in you which touched me......
Take care and stay in touch......
Love,
Evenstar.....
Monday, December 20, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
If only.....
There is always a time in life when you feel - If only I had done things when I had time.....If only i had listened to my heart.....If only I had not given in to the desire to do something I knew was not going to happen...........If only I had stirred away from the waters I knew to be troubled.......If only I had endured little pain to ward off a lot of sufferings......If only I had kept my reasoning with me and not embraced hope that was based on so weak a foundation that it collapsed and was lost in the mild wrath of the tempest.Not do I regret neither do I fret........not do I weep even though the sadness stealthily creeps....... Not do I crave though i am swept by the gloomy wave.....Though my cheeks seem so wet........I just move on.....never to come back to this neverland.....to this cunning,tricky pass.......Though sweet and loving memories I collected amass.......memories I shall never forget......memories that are worth a million sweet smiles.........and though I say I shall never ever behold this landscape again........but to live those moments,my heart will pine till my journey to that which lies far and beyond shall begin.........
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Void anew
Void Anew
"This too shall pass" they said,
nothing lasts forever,
Every moment is precious and newer.
The days changed and so did the tide
sadness vanished,and happiness cud no more hide.
this too shall pass i still remember,
and yet i hang onto that feeling so dear and tender,
Is there nothing that stands the test of time,
is there nothing that i can always say is mine?
cant things b the same
cant they stay without any aim
y is it that those akin are dear and few,
y does it always leave me void anew!
"This too shall pass" they said,
nothing lasts forever,
Every moment is precious and newer.
The days changed and so did the tide
sadness vanished,and happiness cud no more hide.
this too shall pass i still remember,
and yet i hang onto that feeling so dear and tender,
Is there nothing that stands the test of time,
is there nothing that i can always say is mine?
cant things b the same
cant they stay without any aim
y is it that those akin are dear and few,
y does it always leave me void anew!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
EMBRACING IMPERFECTION
EMBRACING IMPERFECTION
This is one nice story that i read somewhere.Just felt like sharing it.
When I was a little girl, I could remember, my mom making breakfast and dinner for us. And I remember one night in particular, when she had made dinner after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of vegetables, salad and burned chappati in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed' Yet all my dad did was, to reach for his chappati, smile at mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but, I do remember watching him smear chatani on that chapati and eat every bite? When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad For burning the chapati. And I'll never forget what he said. Baby, I love burnt chapati. Later that night, I went to kiss daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his chapati burnt. He wrapped me in his arms and said Dear , your momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired, And besides, a little burnt chapati never hurt anyone . You know life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people.
I am not the best housekeeper or cook. What I have learnt over the years Is that learning to accept each others faults And choosing to celebrate each others difference Is one of the most important keys for creating a healthy growing And lasting relationship. And that's my prayer for you today, that you will learn to take The good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life And lay them at the feet of God Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able To give you a relationship Where burnt chapati isn't a deal-breaker" We could extend this to any relationship, in fact . As understanding is the base of any relationship , Be it a husband - wife or parent - child or even with friends. Don't put the key to your happiness in Someone else's pocket, but, into your own.
This is one nice story that i read somewhere.Just felt like sharing it.
When I was a little girl, I could remember, my mom making breakfast and dinner for us. And I remember one night in particular, when she had made dinner after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of vegetables, salad and burned chappati in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed' Yet all my dad did was, to reach for his chappati, smile at mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but, I do remember watching him smear chatani on that chapati and eat every bite? When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad For burning the chapati. And I'll never forget what he said. Baby, I love burnt chapati. Later that night, I went to kiss daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his chapati burnt. He wrapped me in his arms and said Dear , your momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired, And besides, a little burnt chapati never hurt anyone . You know life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people.
I am not the best housekeeper or cook. What I have learnt over the years Is that learning to accept each others faults And choosing to celebrate each others difference Is one of the most important keys for creating a healthy growing And lasting relationship. And that's my prayer for you today, that you will learn to take The good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life And lay them at the feet of God Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able To give you a relationship Where burnt chapati isn't a deal-breaker" We could extend this to any relationship, in fact . As understanding is the base of any relationship , Be it a husband - wife or parent - child or even with friends. Don't put the key to your happiness in Someone else's pocket, but, into your own.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
The veil of frost
The veil of frost
Tall stands d flower fair n bright,
Radiant n glowing in its luminous beauty.
To the world it seems an epitome of grace,
A source or mirth, an edifice of duty.
But no one knows what it has lost,
Its all tall but lonely in the wicked frost.
There it stands untouched and exact,
Beneath d crust, its sweetness intact.
Resting its fears and fighting its tears,
It yearns for someone special and dear.
Waiting for the warmth and bliss of touch,
With hope in its heart the wait doesn’t seem much.
Hope it does and wait it will, for that someone
To make d chambers of the soul with happiness fill.
That one day,
Shedding the frost of gloom,
Again shall the flower merrily bloom.
Tall stands d flower fair n bright,
Radiant n glowing in its luminous beauty.
To the world it seems an epitome of grace,
A source or mirth, an edifice of duty.
But no one knows what it has lost,
Its all tall but lonely in the wicked frost.
There it stands untouched and exact,
Beneath d crust, its sweetness intact.
Resting its fears and fighting its tears,
It yearns for someone special and dear.
Waiting for the warmth and bliss of touch,
With hope in its heart the wait doesn’t seem much.
Hope it does and wait it will, for that someone
To make d chambers of the soul with happiness fill.
That one day,
Shedding the frost of gloom,
Again shall the flower merrily bloom.
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