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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

31 January, 2007

Happiness redefined

In a group of four they set to live a day.
A day of freedom, a day of their complete self.

There were moments of happiness, moments of silence,
moments to think of nothing, moments to worry about nothing.

Sitting by the hill top they viewed world and discussed life.
Taking dip in the cold stream they washed their worries and redefined happiness.

But then the day was bound to end, a time to return to their respective nests.

With hand in hands and shoulders to rest upon they wished these moments never end.


~A day I’ll never forget.

26 October, 2006

The Casanova


I don't know why i wrote these lines...............maybe this is my idea of Love.

Walking down the flower valley,
He entered the dense forest.

The forest glow with the light of his face and wind whispered a tone welcoming him.- the Casanova.

Time froze by letting the sun not to set and the moon not to rise.


As he kept walking the dense forest he heard a whisper:
"Oh! Casanova you’ve finally arrived. Us the witches through life have been waiting for thee.Thou hold us to thy and make us humans.
And let the moment last forever by never leaving us."


The Casanova wasn’t fearful because he knew there is Love involved.

He held the witch in his arms and said: “Let me be free.”

And he was free..........

12 October, 2006

Maybe

How do you feel when the very first sip of tea tastes sour?
This is what happened with me. Before entering the engineering field I consulted all the profession maps & engineering appealed me best coz I thought I have a mind of an engineer & an eye for details?-{Ordered tea}. Getting through the cut-throat competition I managed to procure myself a seat in Electrical engineering-{got the order [tea]}. At the very initial days of my engineering I got disheartened with the rote learning methodology followed at my institute & thought this is not what I’m supposed to do. I was very repentant during my first semester-{Oops! The tea tasted sour. But there’s no other option than to drink it coz I’ve already paid the price (:}.


During my second semester I got introduced to the usefulness of computers & internet and it was love at first sight.
Being an electrical engineer I’m supposed to rote about power generation & transmission but my mind is always busy thinking about computers & related world-{I had no option but to drink the tea so I thought about adding sugar into it}. Now the current situation is that I’m happy getting minimum possible grades required to sit in for a placement. I believe that life is all about following your passion coz its fun doing things you love. So I’m busy editing WebPages, learning about servers & can’t put aside my novels, magazines, newspaper & writing. They say: “you came empty handed & shall leave so.” But I think I’ll carry a novel and a pen with me even to the hell {Heaven wont accept me?. One question please: do they have internet facility over there? ?}. So now the tea is manageable coz I’ve flavored it my way.

When I leave my college I shall not have fat degrees in my folder but one thing I’m sure about is that by then I would have lived & enjoyed life worth living and that too my way. And moreover this is the only period of life when we are so full of energy & thrill to experiment new things.
Amongst load of classes {8:30 am- 5:30 pm}, assignments, projects & exams, It’s very difficult to find few moments of leisure. Last week we had a semester break & during this I experienced a very beautiful thing. Here I would like to share it with you. One day I thought about visiting the hilltop behind my hostel-to sit there and watch the sunset. And in those moments of complete me I realized many things. And the biggest realization was about how different I’ve grown as compared to my childhood. My entire childhood has been spent admiring the beauty of nature & the contemporary me don’t even know how to pluck the leaf which when pressed on your skin bears a very beautiful design. Here is my experience of my date with nature.

Pressed the beautiful leaf on my hand but there was no design,
Maybe those leaves don’t bear design anymore.


Sat to watch the sun setting but saw the moon rising,

Maybe the sun has changed its direction.


Was longing to hear the birds chirping but there was extreme silence,
Maybe the birds don’t sing anymore.

Was longing to jump into the stream and feel the cold water caressing my body but there was no stream existing around,
Maybe those streams don’t flow anymore.

Dejected I returned to my room and sat staring the empty walls & the spider was busy weaving his web. Maybe there are birds singing somewhere, the springs still flow & leafs still bear beautiful designs.

Then I opened my window and glanced towards the sky,
And the moon was busy defining the beautiful starry night. Maybe this all is just an illusion of mind, or I’ve forgotten the obvious.

21 September, 2006

I’ll find you-{A Tribute}

There were dreams dreamt together

And suddenly there were no more dreams.


Initially I didn’t missed you,

May be my mind wasn’t ready to accept the hard truth.

As the time moved on, my heart started longing for you,

But you never turned up.


Remember those nights spent laughing and times when you cried,

That Laughing out loud on poor performance and feeling depressed for trifles.


They say: you never miss someone when you love completely,

But there are moments when I feel the void,

Maybe I haven’t loved you completely.

Now I m holding that love, but don’t know where to shed it.

May be someday I’ll find you.

26 July, 2006

Promise of a Soldier

Written on: Wednesday, February 22, 2006
I dedicate this poem to Captain Vikram Batra,Lt. Anuj Niar & all those great army sodier's who laid down their life for us.Here are the final words of a soldier to his beloved fiance'.


You held my hands when life was pushing me down,
You hugged me when the odds were against me,
You moved in when others moved out,
You felt jealous when I laughed with other ladies.

Remember those hours spent by hill side,
Just two of us at the sunset point.
Your laughing on my silly jokes,
A nap in your lap and your fingers running through my hairs.

I could not keep my promise,because some promises are broken for a greater cause.
With my motherland at stake,could not leave the battle field.
People are insane and they'll question you,just tell them that:
I gave my today so that they can see their tomorrow.
Try to feel me in your tomorrow,shall be everywhere around you,
Guiding you, Protecting you.



Few lines for our martyrdom's:
Out of streams of bullets, one was for you-
which lifted you from the state of motion to that of piece.
from the chaos to that of silence.
The one bullet shattered the dreams you carried,and your physical sense faded away.
But how shall we forget,that if it would not have been you.
Millions would not be able to Dream a Dream.