Friday, August 27, 2010

Four hrs,3 mins n 2 seconds

There was a lot more to say, yet she decided 2 listen dis tym.This will be the first n probably not the last……….Her eyes revealed no anxiety,no pain ,not a tinge of disatisfaction.With a serene mind and a clear head ,stayed as if she was modelling 4 a painter of renaissance era.”I will not close my eyes, until I see him”, determined in mind, started looking for him.


“Didn’t I tell u that der is no use in clinging 2 this seat? They won’t, never appreciate ur potentials, and end up taking u for granted. Fill up a new resume, dear gal”. This rings within d eardrum infinitely, Eliz thought.”Now that, I lost all my interest in working in dat atmosphere, I’ll take Nat’s words up”.”Come on, leave it gal, right now. All u need is Ur complete presence.U don’t want 2 tell him abt stuffs dat would have happened in Ur life, if u had taken life more seriously! As read long before, lyf has no pause n rewind buttons……….. ”, the guide made her memorise, stressing d word, concentration to d recently played word-list.
When did I first come over dis word? The thought process deviated n she felt dense air of the most savoring phase of hers. The dreamy day hours, invoking of d prodigy widin self, naughtiness n d subsequent scoldings, she can’t help smiling. “if someone had made a tymmachine by this age???”Not again, Jimmy come back”, hushed the guide who took up d role of owner.”Hello guide, don be so dominating, ok? U know, dis is the sole reason why I broke up with Ken.I,definitely, need space in any relationship.I know what’s in ur mind:”Eliz can’t move on without her guide”.Yup,maybe.That doesn’t give u any godly power over me, mind my words.”, she voiced.”Enough is enuf,come back Eliz”,guide warned.
I’m sitting somewhere without ma day –long campanion.Losing d track of tym,cutting myself out of the world, may be that will be d latest update of mine if I had my cell wid me. When I was a child, my world was quite a bigger one. It’s suffocating me ,as world gets connected in ma finger tips. Where is d guide nw? Left me? An hour might have passed,Y am I sitting here wid my eyes wide open? To feel him? To see him?
Eliz closed her eyes, took out something she hasn’t touched for an year den. Muttering d words n passing each bead, she pleaded:”come 2 me”. Without being caught up by her thoughts or the face of d boy sitting near to her, she felt herself immersed. No goose bumps on hand, still she shivered. She felt her lips moving, “that was nearly an year before, I came to u,to pay respects to the departed. I remember, u asked me wthr I’ll marry u and I said no. I love you n wanted 2 be urs forever, let’s not name this relation.Coz,u can be anyone 2 me whom ppl can be n can’t be. In this life I can’t afford, putting ur name n tagging it wid something.”She closed her lips,n felt the communion. Each time she inhaled, she knew dat he was der, so close 2 her dat she can’t tell how near,n din bother 2.”Am I becoming a river of exhilaration, an undried source of energy? Am I flying? Is this d lightness of Angels?”Questions flashed, she din ponder. She left herself in dat state for another eon.
Bells rang for d prayer.”I’ll carry him”, not bading she finalized.”It’s 7pm.It took a lot 2 make me realize dat feeling is really believing.”

Sunday, August 8, 2010

A sister's solo


Counting the days left with me,
counting more n more n more,
Till i get your caring version.

I made unpardonable mistakes,
Committed crime 2 you,
Still,that was the past long faded.

Waiting for eons,eagerly,
Watching you so closely,
To know when you'll feel my love.

That love I refused to express,
The attitude i changed,
From the moment I hymed Mia culpa.

Vowed the pledge of sisterhood,
Made my mind up,not to,
Pull you hardly to cry more.

I may have wanted a brother,
I loved his company more than yours,
But that were times before the retreat.

You know,i hate strangers,
I'll never prefer meeting them,
Then why you r acting so weirdly??

You have angelic touch in u,
You are my torch bearer,who
Guided me in life's adversities.

You made me open to people,
Shared your little secrets in between,
Made myself undeserving for u.

You are a creative prodigy,
Whom I'm very fond of,
Forget about the world's accolades.

These are not rhyming lines,
Like instances in my life,
Which never worked coherently.

When I'm writing this down,
Burning my night's oil-lamp,
I know ,u still love me.

Show no doubt to reveal it,
Never hesitate or ponder,
In what sense I'll accept it!

Changes are hard to accomplish,
Yet,i'll take dat challenge up,
To win ur tender heart forever.

Satisfaction is a word dat,
Makes sense only to you,
But ur's can elevate me to cloud nine.

In spite of all my efforts,
If i fail to impress u like never before,
Then don't mark R.I.P on ma grave.

When i decompose to bloom,
Keeping my soul in hell or heaven,
I 'll be,i'll be der with u thru out,
Till we meet again 2 forget n forgive...........

Sunday, August 1, 2010

An untitled poem(part -1)

Seldom something like that comes to mind.And with a lesser probability,I take my pen,2 jot those line..........It was in my English class room, during the initial days of plus one,I got that inspiration..Vividly, I remember my English ma'am enquired whether I copied the poem from some book.Those lines did not promise emerging of another classic poetess.Nor it was self satisfactory.But,i felt the wave of jealousy being diffused into the room.Two years later,sitting in the closet(yeah ,it's true),the theme of this poem came 2 my mind.I felt the surge of creativity within me and I feel like a proud mother of slain martyr,about those moments i spent writing the lines.

looking forward a love life,so that I can finish my 1st srajnaa.








Walking through the pavement,
In cemetery to pray for the souls,
I found myself being
Attracted by a field.

There was no magnet,
But I took my feelings positive.
It was a grave-a faded one,
Covered with wild bushes with no flowers.

To define my curiosity,
Searched the tomb to know whose it is.
A single body so far occupied
There engraved her life tenure.

It named Rose Maria Santiago
Dates on that deserted grave
Sped my mind through the classes
History classes attended in childhood.

A name so familiar yet,
I dig deeply, turned
Sad as no result found.

Keeping the ways, my mind travelled, aside,
Reached home and glanced paper.
News embodied the spirit.
Captioned under, “Our fruitful freedom”,
The snapshot showed,
The man behind our destiny
And behind him, the face of a
Exhilarated woman, jubilant with emotions,
Tied my eyes to the shot momentarily.

San Rosa-I read from description.
It was the date before, now this
Strange name pulls me intriguingly.

Googling the name San Rosa,
I found a sudden spark
Spark of excitement and bizarre
I felt my lips moving
As it read the real name
Rose Maria Santiago on the page

The more I read about her,
She convinced me through life,
Brought up as a peasant girl,
Showed vivid chapters in Joan’s life.

With enlightenment, she turned socialist.
Inspired by the ultimate goal,
Rather than the way chosen,
A rebel was born.

Arms and weapons are the conduits of
Manna for the poor, she believed
Winning against a frowning strata,
Own limitations, lime light cast upon her.






(To be continued…………………)

Friday, May 21, 2010

Another day!

Yup!no kidding!
today was after all another day!(as Scarlett O'Hara comments in GWW).well dis is not a diary entry,still i started ma day reading d horoscope !(it's not dat I'm an ardent reader n believer of those stuffs*).so Wat was dere 4 me in Saggie's share?Ask me n I'll tell u!but 1st swear dat u will not laugh!well it says dat
I'LL BREAK UP WITH MA BEAU!
kASH,MUJHE EK BOYFRND HOTA TO,MEIN ZAROOR AAJ US SE BREAK UP KARKE HI RAHOONGA!!!!!!!!!!
OMG:-)

Do u read Ur horoscope??if u don't/haven't ,just try out!its much entertaining dan d foreknown climaxes of much rated soap operas!

Sunday, March 28, 2010

ppl.i don know wats gonna happen tomorrow!I guess all share d same view
.well it's scheduled dat i've 2 appear 4 an interview.For job?nah,its part of a selection process.they have shortlisted me along wid ither 22 ppl.so maine is tomorrow.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

into d depth of blogging.

It was lyk an intution for me 2 get into d world of blogging Why should i blog?answer is simple,i need a platform 2 convey ma thoughts,ma fantasies n ma creativity.

AND I WANNA LEAVE D MARK SUMWHERE IN D WORLD.

i'm a simple indian girl who loves d identity of an anonymous blogger.this gal will jot down d various events in her lyf revolving d ladies hostel,dats so close 2 men's and d much nerdy bunch of future technocrats.Also she will write abt her lyf,not abt d people involved ,but abt her interests,her passions n crazy 'bright ideas'.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

harishree

hey guys
dis is ma harishree in blogging.OM GANAPATHIYAYE NAMA