The Writer's Lounge "Snow Filled Lounge Contest" is currently ongoing. The lounge is closed to other posts from 25th November 2009 to 20th December 2009.
Necessity became pregnant(blame inspiration) and an idea was born. From the makers of Mussadi-Man and The legend of Sandeep Malan (purposely deleted and modfied episodes by Ste) comes a new offering....a supernatural thriller....An inspiring saga of a man's fight against the laws of nature.
Starring: StepCOCK(hen) in and as "The Eight Wonder"
A story which inspires About a mortal who aspires Its about the tears he shed Its about those moments when he bled Its about how mankinds little blunder Gave birth to our own "The Eight Wonder"
For life was turning from bad to worse
I wondered how could anyone preserve his morality
When all around is disloyalty.
When people around you are all so corrupt
How could your principle and values not disrupt
I looked outside keeping aside my plight
When suddenly i saw a wonderful sight.
Far away on a small flower bed
Grew a little rose,so bright and red
The rose with thorns was completely surrounded
Yet in pleasant fragrance it fully abounded.
Beside there was a pond with weeds of every kind
In grew a lotus of color rare to find
Surroundings too filthy,smell really awful
Yet the lotus bloomed,radiant and beautiful.
In an atmosphere conducive and fine
everything would glitter and shine
But living in hell and doom
Its really credible to bloom.
Look at lotus,look at rose
Its always the beauty,wherever it grows
So than I held my nerves and decided to be bold
Than every stone could be turned in to a gold !!!!!!!!
Word count: 177 words
hello friends i believe the greatest of all inspiration is right around us, our mother nature
In my prayers that are confined in the rythms of my heart burgeoned in my soul i beg for thy love i plead for your mercy For YOU, Al-Raheem, The most merciful are powers beyond limits beyond boundaries You,The Blesser,The Knowing Percieve The Imperceptable endows the viser you, Al-Hayyi,The living are my soul escorter with serenity & love and I, mesmerized byThe beauty, His creations hold bow down to the supreme He is worthy to worship and He alone, deserve the adulation of Pure & peace of heart and soul
They say Standing high Amid the surge of heads Make you all eminent All adored I say, touching zeniths Of esteem and reverence Amid the surge of successes Make you all solitaire Leave you to inspire All “others” Who anon swap you Of the floor Of the screen And of the world Carve your inspirations With your-sel fOn your grave To be left there Ceaselessly With you and Your gravel mire
Death is on its way, But before leaving you behind, All alone on your own, I've a feeling, I should return once to you, All the precious moments, That you really deserve, I want to hug you, Kiss you and embrace you, Like never before, So that whenever you see yourself, in a mirror or in someone's eyes, It reminds you the love of mine, The feel of mine, As i want to live in you, Yes! I knw i am in you, But after me i know, Your life will not stop, Even i dont want so, As all i want is just to, INSPIRE YOU!
-Illusion!
Words Count: 107
I am sorry ppl but ever since the competition started my mind is filled with words and I swear words are forcing me to write :$
These ranterings of a broken mind, please wish him luck,
This is his last hope,
For success, And then all shall be lost.. in the winds of time.
Word count: 134
Epilogue: A poem that I wrote to inspire myself for grad school (This is what they call anything post Bachelor's in the United States) after a debacle in the last year of my B.E. (Bachelor of Engineering) degree. From being a topper in the class, I ended up passing with only a second class in my final exam. Obviously, I was very depressed then..(one and a half years ago.)
The poem did its trick, and everything is fine now.
Writers Lounge is succesfully entering its 6th month .We already had 5 member of month contest.This time ,its really difficult to say that there was a tough contest between Leo and Prats for the title.But ,both of them came out as winner.The Member of month for January 2009 is Leo and Prats.You both will get this badge
We would like to thank everyone who participated in MoM polls and all those who voted.
The MoM - Feb polls will be starting from today and following members based on their activities on the previous month are considered. Rashi,Arjun,Tan,Anurag,Kajal,Sweta,Jack,Aparna,Akansha,Aarthi,Maverick,Ste.
The winners of a MoM poll will not be eligible for next months MoM poll.This is the reason why Leo and Prats name are not there in the list.
Member of Month from August 2008
August 2008 - Sandeep Balan September 2008 - Sandeep Balan October 2008 - Sandeep Balan November 2008 - Priyanka December 2008- Ste January 2009 - Leo & Prats
Inspiring you! Was a dream of mine, You by my walk, By my talk with my stalk, By the way i look, Or the way i cook, Storm of my emotions, My endless feelings, But then i realize, What i want you to feel, Is actualy what i percieve, I want you to be inspired, as I am already, Oh! Yes i am, Really i am, By ' you ' Or i may say ' the complete you ', If you wouldnt have inspired me, Then believe Oh! You me, I wouldnt have wished once, TO INSPIRE YOU!
You still ! I am still inspired, By your every sight, The voice of yours, The charming nights, Although no longer you belong to me, Still i feel you in me, Each night i set alone, with senti-heart and a smiling face, You in me ... just me and you, All alone in silent tunnel, Of membrane, Though you not here, Not around me not anywhere, But i feel you so here, and i belong to you, You still!
-IllusiOn!
Words Count:77
I dont know what made me write this but.. Do comment
Sleepless nights, Drowsy days, Oh! my grand maa, Aftr you i faced, I am so sorry! Oh! Really i am , As its just 22nd day, Without you i traced, I dont want to live, But cant end this way, Although i miss you, I love you always, Oh! my grand ma, You are, i want to praise, I dont know how you are there, But i want you to be happy, I hold your memories tight, As i wish to see you every night, Oh! My grand maa, Be my inspiration, Always b mine!
-Illusion!
Words Count: 94
I dedicate this to my grand mother she xpired 23 days back but still i feel her around. Still I feel she will come again to hug me to hold me tight... She was not only my father's om or my granny but to me she was a whole world... I lost her! :(
She will twine you around her fingers, She is like a little bud,which would bloom one day, Her cherubic face will turn you dotty, And sometimes she will make you naughty.
Little she is,but teaches us great life lessons, She smiles back whenever you look at her, For she means, Life is short, Learn to smile at every instance of your life, For smile doesn't needs money, Smile and lets smile is what she says.
She is a little magician, who mesmerises you through her seraphic smile. She is nothing less than a saint, her angelic face says the rest
She sleeps on her craddle, Like the stillness of a lake. For she means, Life is a stack of sorrows, At times you get hurt and you get vexed, To stay calm is what she says.
Often she turns into a grumbler, She weeps to meet all her needs, For she means, Life is an enigma, Sometimes your hardwork may fall in pit, To get ahead in life is best ,is what she says.
She is naughty at times, She wants to make you happy , Through her sweet gestures and actions. For she means, Life is a game, It teaches how to overcome failures, Support others during their grief is what she says.
Little she is,but teaches us great life lessons, Cherish every moment of life, without inducing sorrows, For she is a young magician , Who inspires people through her heavenly smile.
This one was composed way back...while i was in my school ....for my one of my best friends,Tanvi.!! Friendship, indeed is the BEST inspiration for life.
"It's sad to see your dreams meeting a miserable end, ,specially those related to your Bestest friend,, when the heaven resembles close to hell,, despite all my strenuous efforts to tell,, wanting you to recognise my true sincerity,, that which you mistakened to be my impropriety,, it's hard to see the two of us with anyone else, not with each other,but amidst everyone else,, but,was this the only way to make each other incalculably sad..? do we acknowledge our faults as so immaculately bad,, Regardless of all our efforts n' imploring deeds,, and all our pending bashes n' treats,, regardless of all those moments that we wished to spend, those that we regrettably never got to spend,, despite, all the sufferings that we've faced,, so intense,that would nevar wished to be retraced,, regardless of all those feelings taht could never be unfolded,, despite all those tears that we've been shedding for each other,, and all those cards that had never been regrettably given,, and all our mistakes,,which i know,,would never be forgiven,, I still hope,,that an exquisite moment would come some day,, which would shine through the divine ray,, when we'll actually realise the depth of of our Friendship,, and would blissfully revitalize our relationship..!!!
I see the aurora,the first light , and I look at the mirror reflecting my melancholic smile. That shine gives me a gloomy feel. The chopped reflection of all my dreams seemed to have been doomed. I mislaid my future in extreme secrecy, to observe all my futile dreams,
Life seem to have taken a drastic turn, where I could see my happiness burn. I refrained my self from the right, as I considered it was beyond my might. I thought myself as a rootless tree. Sorrows and Struggles attracted me, and my melancholy grew.
My hatred towards life took twist, Until that day,for what I won't miss. I couldn't and I can't was all that I knew, and realized that people like him are very few. Living life is not a big deal. My Life was like a rudderless boat, till I got a view of that divine soul.
For many ,he was a man without legs, For few,he was an emeritus army officer. His life was like a tree with leaves ,before that mishap . With Autumn,trees shed their leaves, Likewise his happiness got slaughtered. An audacious officer walking on his sole, was put to wheelchair all alone.
He never gave up nor he died, As for every wound ,there is a heal, for once,he took life as a challenge, and now he lives a life against his hopes. He paints,he writes ,he sings. Every day he lives a new life, which is like standing on the tip of a knife.
Looking at him,brings me back my lost hopes, For I started rediscovering my forbidden goals. his life taught me a lesson,of hopes and confidence. For once,I was lost on my path. it was a path full of griefs and sorrows. He is an idol , a teacher and a mentor, who inspired me through his life.
Word Count : 307*
As of now , I am not taking part in the contest.Just to inform that this poem I wrote as a dedication to the person for whom this post is addressed.I got to learn a lot from him.He inspired me from his life .A bird with broken wings can't fly and he proved it wrong.No matter a person have all his body parts or not,it depends on how your using it .A man with no limbs and doing all his work ,inspiring people is better than a person with all his body parts and doing nothing.Thanks sir!. I dont intend to reveal his name .
Am not pretty sure if this one fits the bill of a poem on the topic of inspiration. But the very fact that, at the beginning of every day, a new life full of fresh experiences awaits me, is more than inspiring for me to look ahead to waking up tomorrow. :)
First, about this poem. If you notice, in each paragraph, each line has the words equal to its the line no of the poem. This is not something I deliberately tried atleast for the first paragraphs but then it happened.
Today, the 26th January , 09 is the 60th year of India becoming a republic. It is also 60 days since the terror attack in Mumbai.
I was so down on inspiration that I told a fellow blogger that I probably wont participate. But this day and its frustration helped me get over my block.
This isn't officially entry yet but if I cant come with anything better by 4th, I will send this in! :D
When even the eloquent silence wept, Lachrymal, The sheer pain, the gore, And sand pierced in the tear-less eyes Arid and desolate. Nothing promising much, But the tears were confined in the fake smiles, Testing the acme of resistance, Not letting even a single one to flow.
The stupendously-fantabulous patience was lauded And appraised by the heavens above, Gigantic canvas of life Which had been ashen-brown Was dappled with the glimmering hues Unrelenting irrevocable days trod away Darting pass the iridescent moments Juvenile spirits were woven again Coaxed someone back to life And a mirthful countenance glared back. Someone was privileged enough to be victorious Over the inundated misery And that someone, Lived her life With victory and bliss.
Word count: 119.
This is one of my favorite poems. Really favorite, I have gotten this one published twice, once in Young Time – Khaleej Times and other in US – The News. Again, related to waiting and watching till the dawn arrives, all of these poems are written in 2005 and early 2006, the time I thought I had become the poetic muse personified; I used to speak in rhymes, reply in jingles and talk in verses. But that was once upon a time. (All of these master pieces are once written years ago)
Since any type of rant is un-allowed here I decided to take this note as an excuse to what I want to say. I will not be taking part in the contest (this decision is flexible though :P ) just because I find it unable to write poems now, been trying for last one week but futile, nothing worthwhile was produced. And honestly I was/am still confused about the theme, I want more poems to be posted here to have a clear view of it, may be I will actually come up with a nice idea/inspiration etc. I want you all to evaluate it separately from the contest and thoroughly.
For ease of all =) Eloquent silence: sometimes even the silence is expressive, and I have experienced times when silence weeps, referring it here. Lachrymal: it’s a dull shade used to portray sadness/grief Acme: heights, here used as with-all-might. Although the phrase 'stupendously-fantabulous' is incorrect grammatically and literally but I really like it there, because patience can be stupendous, it can also be fantabulous. Dappled – irregular splashes of color over something Juvenile – young/blithesome (youth is generally bliss) Coaxed – persuaded Mirthful – happy!! Countenance – expression Inundated (literally means busy, here taken as flood of)
Inspirations are the magic words which can lite fire to water
Whenever i loss spider always give me Inspiration to fight again
Whenever i win trees gives me Inspiration to stay calm
whenever i reached late anywhere sun gives me Inspiration to be punctual
Inspiration is nothing but the learning lesson of life
Inspiration is present in everyone it is in us we can also became Inspiration for anyone Inspiration is everywhere in this world its just we have to find it.
Each time i meet you, you wear a different robe, with all your dazzling ways, and put on a brand new show. Each show so much real and elaborate!!
You never tire out yourself to make me search new words, that will justify the treasure that you unravel in this world.
Even words fail, to parallel your winning trails...
A toothless child you mazed me, and tired me when a toddler, growing up with you was irrate but you amused me most as a lover. And i await all the surprises you have in my fate..
When heart breaks and betrayal pained, you sent friends to cheer my spirits and then you plant ideas in my brain impregnating my paper with lines so vivid! you are LIFE!! my inspiration, my pot of smiles..
You made me realise,, those countless emotions cradled in the realms of my heart, You made me realise,, my true worth in the undisputed depths of my heart, You made me look up at this world with an invincible spirit, helped me peep into those deep dungeons ,that lie hibernating beneath the crust of my heart, You gave me an entirely new World to live in,, fraught with aspiring fantacies n' cherishing dreams, fraught with countless moments of girlish joys... n' helped me construct a realm endowed with my imaginary castlesand unfulfilled fantacies,, You made me understand the true meaning of life. Your presence transported me to a world of Utopia, brimming over with friendship, care, warmth n' love, You made me realise,, the true persona of my inner self, You made me become... the one,i am today...!!
Dated Dec'07
This one is dedicated to my friend, philosopher and mentor..!! Thanks a lot for being with me through thick and thin... and inspiring me to embrace life with an invincible spirit!!
Not exactly related to the theme, was just digging my old HD and found it. It is about not losing hope, sticking by till the dawn arrives and obliterate darkness, because in the end, it does.
ps - unable to upload image :S please blame the dialup.
Inspiration by the light of day, Inspiration to make me pray. Inspiration in my willingness to give, Inspiration to move on and live! Inspiration to tell my story, Inspiration because there is no glory. Inspiration comes from deep within, Inspiration from sorrow and sin. Inspiration makes this real, Inspiration is how i feel. Inspiration can come from rain, Inspiration takes my pain.
Inspiration in the mundane-most thing is what creates art. Its what keeps the world going and it what motivates us to live each day.
So here is the much awaited poetry contest dedicated to just that "INSPIRATION"
Contest rules:
1. The central theme of the poem is "INSPIRATION" and the poems should be in English. 2. The poem should be between 75 to 250 words. 3. The poem should be your original composition and should have a title. 4. The word count should be mentioned at the end of the post. 5. The post should be accompanied with a picture.
Term and conditions:
1. This contest is valid for the members of this community. In case you are not a member and want to become a member, drop your email id in the shout box. One of the administrations will invite you. 2. Last date for submission is 4th Feb. 3. Members can post multiple entries on the theme but will mail the one to be considered for the contest at writers.in.lounge@gmail.com. Kindly attach a word document in the mail with the word count. Kindly also tag the entries with "Inspiration Poetry Contest". 4. The results will be announced on 14th February, 2009. 5. The prizes given will be the 1st prize winner, 1st runner up and the 2nd runner up. There will also be a readers' choice award given. Details of this will be announced once the contests closes on 4th Feb.
Note:
The Lounge closes from now until 4th February,09 and posts not related to the contest will be deleted. So kindly refrain from such posts.
As the sun sets down, Your thoughts come rushing in, Slowly grief takes over, I feel that I am sinned.
As the sun sets down, I begin to wonder why, I ever ever let you go, When we were soaring in the sky.
As the sun sets down. I feel the chill of loneliness The breeze tears my soul, I didnt have to be so heartless.
As the sun sets down, And you are not by my side, I feel lost without you here, I lost you because I lied.
As the sun sets down, And the waves start getting dark, I feel so incomplete and I noticed Even the sun had lost its spark.
As the sun sets down, And the stars i see in the sky, Without you, i realize i am no one, No shoulder i have, to just a bit cry.
As the sun sets down, And now its time for me to return, I think why is it so difficult to hold you, This doubt is making my heart churn.
As the sun sets down, I just gaze at the stars above, I think i see you up there, In heaven so afar, my love.
P.S. : One day, Leo and The Pink Orchid, thought that they have reached the saturation levels of writing poetry and both of them thought that it'll take some time for them to come up with few lines. But then Leo got this idea of joining their thoughts and go verse by verse into writing a poetry - "As the Sun Sets Down" is the result of the joint effort.
Well Soul Mate is a very weighted word but then its presence makes you equally enlighten. Soul mate was not a weighted but rather a superficial and unreal reality for these two individuals. Soul mates were too big a thing to believe, they even doubted the existence of Love in this universe. But then both Isha and Raj had their own set of experiences to come to such conclusions. Raj didn’t only have a heartbroken past but experiences of betrayal, selfishness and dishonesty which made him find all individuals to be self centered. He has to some sense started to believe he can’t ever find a girl who could be apt for him. That doesn’t mean he never had friends who were girls. He had and loads and he was pro-woman in many senses as a result of being raised in a family with strong woman like his grand mom, mother and his sister. Infact in many senses he wanted to do lot for the womenfolk as a whole like his mom. But then in other senses he didn’t really approved of most women he dated or met. Well u can blame that on his rich background or the enticing looks. In his society most of the girls he encountered were either after his money or his contacts or were the ones whose only aim was to get married and settled in life. He did meet strongly oriented career women too but then they weren’t the ones to date….either they were too old or too geeky. In his life he never found the perfect one- the gorgeous, strong minded women he wanted …after all he was looking for a combination of beauty with brains. But his Life had been such he had stopped believing in the perfect girl who could actually make him believe in love once again.
That is the definition which defined Isha- she was the perfect example of beauty and brains. She was working social issues related to women making her the feminist to the core. She had the strongest educational background with sky rocketing career aims. She wanted to rule the world and make the world a different place for women then the one it was today. And to top it all….she was pretty in the conventional sense…infact charmingly cute with beautiful eyes, hair and a personality. She wasn’t too tall but then she was bold enough to speak her mind. She came from a family of educationalist. And yet like Raj, she had stopped believing in Love. Well that’s what a failed relationship does to a girl who gives it all to the one who gives none. She had her experiences of hypocrisy, lies, dishonesty and double standards. Infact in many senses she had stopped believing in love showered by friends too. But then she was a girl with great social skills so she did have few people who were her greatest friendship but then she had learnt the art to not be hurt. She had become little more cautious and skeptical of individuals. Infact she believed she had showered all the love she had in her and now all she would look for in life would be adjustments and never love or expectations. What she didn’t realize was the fact that love was looking for her round the corner of the road…….
The wedding was a usual traditional affair….it wasn’t the wedding but the reception so it was more likens a social gathering. Isha was there as she was getting to meet loads of old friends and all the old faces she had grown up with. But then there were also Uncles and aunties who had the questions about her marriage and the answers of which she never had. And then in one corner of the wedding was standing Raj…..
Well how do I define Raj for you people? He was the typical knight in shining armor everyone dreams of days and night. He was 5’10’’ tall, very fair guy with those mesmerizing blue eyes and a V-shaped built. Though he had no overgrown muscles but had a tough body. Looking at him made him feel as if a Brat Pitt or a Jude Law in front of you. After all they were no fools who forced him to model for a long time but his professional aims made him choose a different direction. He was a Heart Surgeon by profession. Born to a doctor mother and doctor cum business man father, he was the most catchable bachelor in the reception anyone could lay eyes on. Raj was accompanied by Simi, his o so gorgeous interior designer sister. Simi was the sweetest and the sexiest girl around too but then she was accompanied by Raj’s best friend and her fiancée Vipul so all eyes went off after seeing her.
The wedding was all that it has to be-loads of laughter, music, talking, food and dancing. But then wedding loses its fun if some of the match making and romances doesn’t bloom here. That was the purpose for fate to bring Isha and Raj in the same wedding.
Isha charming personality, her looks and her off the cuff dress had made her noticeable in the crowd. But it was her even running and fun attitude made her noticeable to Raj who had till date really haven’t given a damn to girls.
You might be surely wondering about how a guy like Raj could really be single. After all an insanely good looking, successful and rich guys are what dreams are made of but then they are single…seems hard to believe. Well Raj’s life has been like that. He was American born kid with loads of Indianess in him. And to add to it he was a genius…his dad started his hospital in Mumbai when he was in his 6th and that made him come to Mumbai. He was this all rounder, creative guy who knew he had to be like his parents as he is the eldest. He was a creative guy with writing, reading and singing as his passions but he knew he couldn’t go much if he had to be successful so he decided he will fulfill his parent’s dreams before his. He studied and studied in school, was in theatre …did everything for them to be proud of….But then he even fell for a girl who wasn’t right for him. She was all but a true Indian girl. She loved his money, his status, his looks….she loved everything but him. He was an amazingly caring guy thanks to his parents and loved her like anything. Infact he was one of the few guys who wanted to lose virginity post marriage….but then the girl’s lust for it made him lose it as he realized it isn’t wrong when u love someone deep enough. But today he realizes that’s the biggest mistake he did as she left him within 2 months of doing …as he came to know that was bet to make him sleep with her. He couldn’t believe six years couldn’t make her forget the bet. He was totally heartbroken and devastated. But then Simi and Vipul were around. He was in his second yr of medical in AIIMS then and he couldn’t afford a breakdown and if did she will be successful in making him a loser. So he got up …devoted his time to his studies and also realized he need to find peace in his creative side again. He started writing pieces and reviews and stories….he knew how to play guitar so he got enrolled in his music society and went on to became a craze and within no time he forgot what happened…but ya he never allowed a girl to come to him for emotional purposes. After his MBBS, he went to USA for higher studies…..after all he had been admitted at the HarvardMedicalSchool. US was a new life for someone who was born there…..he did all he wanted to…participated in concerts, won writing competitions, Topped his exams……and even dated……but only as long on his terms…in short he never got time for love…….But then after practicing there for years he felt his country needed him…..he took a extra MD in chest diseases due to presence of Asthma in cities like Delhi, Bangalore, etc and came back for a research. After all like his mom he wants to do PhD someday.
But then a tough guy like him never knew Love will find him and change his life forever. There he was in a wedding where there was the presence of his soul mate…….
Sitting near the window in her caned rocking chair, her old bespectacled eyes watched the moon and the stars with the same hope as the one they gave her when she was 17.
Then she was young, beautiful, hopeful, loving but too innocent for her to decipher the real intentions of the world. Today she sits contemplating her life as a smirk passes through her lips telling her life wasn’t as cruel as she had thought it to be towards her. The moons, the stars and the night seem almost similar as the night which changed her life. soulm ‘The Night’……….What a sparkling night it was and even more sparkling then expected was it for Isha.
Isha was a ordinary girl in her mid- twenties. But then she wasn’t as ordinary as she thought she was. Right from the school, she has been one of the prettiest girls around but only difference then was she tried to look too ordinary to avoid attention. But today she was no more than the same stupid, innocent girl. Life had indeed taught her loads of things she never actually thought she would learn. From a simple dressed, chubby girl she had indeed turned into a hot babe …though the charming chubbiness still reigned and so does her innocence but she was no longer deceived easily. She had truly learned a lot in life…..she had taken a lot too…..Luck had never favoured her and Life always deceived her and that in itself taught her the tough ways of life. From being molested ..to being hurt….to been heartbroken….she had seen it all and learnt the lesson enough to not oneself go through any of them again in life.
So this is the story of that sparkling night, sparkling not just with stars but with crackers too as it was the wedding of her childhood friend. Post her breakup she had always been avoiding social gatherings for long but now that her head and heart had accepted the truth , she thought it was high time she had a social life too. She was wearing a traditional Muslim dress…a pink kameez and a blue and pink stripped gharara and a gorgeous Blue Dupatta . She was looking just like the Cinderella people often read about in the books. But she still wasn’t looking for her Prince Charming as she was sick of most of the fake Princes in her life……..
But that doesn’t mean the Prince wasn’t looking for her. As they say doesn’t matter if you look for Love or not, Love will find you if it has to. And that what exactly had to happen with her……..
Most of us have been admiring models who show up in various ads in various media. Have you ever thought of modeling yourself? Well, if you have not done this and aspire to do so, let me tell you that its not too late. As they say, “Its never too far, from where you are!” Trust me with this.
One of my colleague and friend has found a hidden talent of modeling in his grandmother. She may not be a very famous model, but she is of same caliber, never the less. See this video here for yourself and decide. I just fell at her feet after seeing this – she is beautiful, cute and gorgeous and on top of it she is very talented.
If you like this video, please visit the following link in YouTube and Vote for this video. My Grandma and HP.
The Cadence of the high tide brought her back to senses.She looked at her watch.It was a gift from her mother-in-law when Sammy was born to her.Sigh! She had been wandering along te shore all alone for the past three hours.Everyone must be worried for her she mumbeled to herself as soon as she realized her cell too was switched off. As soon as it came to life,it was flooded with messages from her husband and her friends.
She hurried back home,her mind still tethered to the images of the lonley sea shore.The crashing waves brought to her the sweet memories of her child.He was so fond of the waves and so he always walked besides her,holding her hands as they both walked on the damp sand.His baby steps,the faint impressions on the sand, his fingers curled around hers and the humble smile on his face as he tried to make sand castles.. Her heart suddenly felt so heavy and she fastened her walk home.she silently walked into Rohan's room,glad to find him sleeping.This room was her cocoon of comfort and warmth.Where her motherly love had blossomed and bloomed in abundance.They had found Rohan alone on the shore a week later Sammy died.Rohan just knew that he lost his elder brother to the storm that hit the shore.
Her touch woke Rohan.She smiled,hugged him close and as daily she whispered to the airs,"thanks for coming back Sammy."
"I will always live with you", he has once said.He was a sincere child.No wonder,he did what he resolved.
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” A quote, an inspiration… that is what I feel. This dialogue from the movie Coach Carter, is one I like and one that I treasure. That power I hold within me, it does scare me a lot. I am not overemphasizing it or anything such. I am speaking true and from my heart. I am of the motto, “I can do anything I set my heart to.” And yet it is that very motto, which makes me uncomfortable. It makes me fear failure… which I cannot avoid. I do feel sometimes to make myself be a nobody, but I realize that I am not going to be helping anyone by doing so. Indeed it is that light I fear. Everybody has their strong points, their light. It is up to them to choose how to shine. If they shine in their field, they excel. And by doing that, they encourage others to shine in what they do best. As we shine, we lose the fear, the fear of failure. This is my interpretation of the quote. And I live by this interpretation. If I have helped a friend to reach his best, then I am happy. Nothing or no one can take that joy away from me. “If you are the reason for a single smile, you can smile brightest. For that one smile that you have sparked, will set off another smile…. And that another… your one smile, will end up making a million smiles.” Last quote is mine. Just a thought…. Give it some thought…
Hot and steamy, I stand before you,
Smooth and creamy, like you wanted me to,
You stare at me, with longing lusty eyes,
Your demeanor too numb, as though made of ice!
You’re coming very close, swooping down on me,
You revere me, like a rose, come! Come and pick me!
I’m burning with all this heat, with liquid heat within,
With careful delicacy, sin-filled to the brim!
You take me with your hands, with moves: slow, Deliberate!
Your eyes scrutinize me, with love; so considerate!
I know that you’ll leave soon, having had your fill,
But not before you croon, your cravings unfulfilled!
You’ve almost drained me out, with your loving lips,
My time is running out, like one of those will-o-wisps
I leave you satiated, alert and enticed, for, I’m your cappuccino, your mistress well disguised!
Well "Love finds its way" series is my first attempt at story telling. Though the imaginative me had always narrated and made stories but never really got down to write one. So i though i might write one being inspired by many doing rounds in blog circles and the writers lounge..... Its my first attempt so i hope i m excused for my mistakes...... i generally scrap down my thought first in my blog...but since i have forged a bond with this lounge and was overwhelmed by the welcome i received i thought of counterposting the link of my story here too for some friends i hope to make in future through my interactions
For people interested to read my stories are invited
Hope everyone out here likes my way of writing and isnt bored by little overboard theme of love and soulmates So hope you enjoy reading and leave your comments regarding your views too.
I approached her with a card and red rose on my hand.It was Valentine's day.It was the same day four years ago when we met .Since ,then we are friends.I don't know what to say.Things have changed.Is this because of hormonal changes in our body or am I maturing?.I didn't knew what happened to me. She induced changes in my life.Being a talented girl,she accepted my friendship 4 years ago.Am I lucky enough to enrich her friendship? or is it because I have developed a special feeling for her.I don't know whats happening with me.Am I in love with the angel?. The first time when I approached her was a different scenario.I believed that she would slap me ,but she gave me a smile.I couldn't read her reaction.Why would she accept my friendship despite of the fact that she didn't speak to me ever before. Its her pleasant smile that attracted me.The angelic eyes mesmerized me.During these 4 years ,I guess we were just friends.I was much like your other friends,ain't I ?.But ,why did I think the other way .Why did I approach her on 14th Feb 2007?. Did I do that for the just sake of doing it or was there something behind it.You did scold your other friends when they tantalized me.Did it mean something to me?. When I approached you for help ,I guess you never refused.But things changed and the butterfly in me started maturing.Was I in love or was that an affection?.I failed to understand this enigma of life.This trauma made me speechless.Answer me why did it all happen?why did we met ?why did you accept my friendship?why did you smile at me?and why did you turn away my proposal?I approached her with a card and rose on my hand.It was Valentine's day.It was the same day four years ago when we met each other. I wished that she would accept me as a part of her life.Little,I knew that a shock awaited me.Even she wanted to say something to me."I have to say something to you," she said."Same here," I said."you say ," she said."no you first," I said."I am getting engaged with some one," she smiled.The mountains started erupting in form of tears. My eyes turned moist of a sudden. I gave a gentle smile.I never knew that it could create such an impact on me. "Congrats," I smiled and I left away. My eyes were laden with tears when I turned away. I soon left the place for I was not in a state of accepting any more disappointments. Since then I never spoke to any one.None of my comrades came to ask a word or more. I felt lonely. I was immersed in my own thoughts until I met some one in the monsoon season.He was the one who got selected with me in Techmahindra. I confessed everything to him. He felt sorry for whatever happened. He writes stories and my life story created an impact on him that he decided to write few words about it. I don't want any one to read it. Its a feeling that has no bounds. He assured me that everything will be alright. The girl got vanished away from my life.But I would not forget that day.The day when it all started and end.This is for you Ajay.Don't get disheartened mate.Am sure you will find a better girl at TechM.Trust me I am with you as a friend.Since you asked me to write about this I have written it on my group blog. Don't worry I will bring back your
"Everything in life tells you a story," she said looking up from her coffee,"you just have to find it, search for it."
"Why is everything a philosophy? Can't you let somethings go?" I retort back.
"Then what would be the point of it happening?" That smug look on her face I could only see faintly.
It was 3am. And we were sitting on her terrace talking. This had become a feature. She was 6 yrs younger to me and yet sometimes she seemed so much older and wiser. We used to sit like this whenever her exams came near. She would study sipping coffee, books in her hand and I would study or just look at her. She would be terrified of exams and still is. It was her economics paper tomorrow and it was the most nerve wrecking one. But my favorite for 2 reasons. One, I had majored in it and two, the way she bit her lips everytime she was thinking was just so adorable.
A few minutes back, I had let it slip that I was on a verge of a breakup and she reacted in her typical way and with her hands on her hips demanded why wasn't she "informed" before.
She was so different from the girls all around. Everyone was in a hurry to get ahead. Me too. But her. She was like the still waters of a lake. Well ok she was a waterfall. Full of activity but the kind that puts your mind at ease. She was mature and yet so child-like. Her mind boggled me. It challenged me and yet made me feel so comfortable. I never had to think what is she thinking. She always told me.
No, I didnt love her nor do I now! It is just one of those relationships you cant explain. Now, when I see her change into what I always feared. I fear for her. Please don't change.
This is my first post here. I have heard amazing things about this place! I'm not much of a writer just love to express myself. So rather than reading, feel my posts :)
From another window, i saw you standing... below the window we once called love.. Its just curtained as you can see... same as i bottled up my feelings... I too remember the dreams we wove.. and the stolen kisses that travelled forth.. I too silently cry when breeze touch me 'cause they bring sad memories to me.. I saw you sigh as you moved on.. but i am still here, you will never really know!!
Chirag: ‘hes too upset he doesn’t want to talk with anyone, hows riya?, what did you reply?’
Nik: ‘ she’s upset too, you know the answer I don’t love her, from day we came here tarun loves her, I have never thought about her in that way’
Chirag: ‘Nik you both are my best friends, so listen carefully what I am saying, for few moments keep tarun aside, very rarely you find a person who truly loves you, riya is a good girl , so just for tarun don’t let her go, if you haven’t given a thought till now please think over it before giving any answer’
‘well for tarun he has to face it’
Nik: ‘I know that chirag, don’t worry about riya and my love, my first priority will always be our friendship and riya has to understand this’
‘ I will give it a thought’
Nik: ‘ for now matter in our hand is two upset friends, so what do you suggest?’
Chirag: ‘well lets do it our crazy 3 way’
Nik: ‘I got you so whats the plan’
Chirag: ‘bring your ears’
Nik: ‘bingo lets do it’
Nik goes to tarun
Nik : ‘hey tarun I am feeling too guilty, because of me you are upset today’
Tarun: ‘I am not upset nik, its ok its just that I am bit hurt because….’
Nik: ‘ because riya love’s me right?, yar i don’t love her trust me, but we both don’t have control over her feeling do we? So lets leave this to destiny what say?’
Tarun: ‘ok, you know what love you bro J, hey how’s riya’
Nik: ‘Chirag and riya had a big fight”
Tarun: ‘why, for what’
Nik: ‘Riya blamed chirag that he didn’t tell you all this first up, chirag was upset with riya because she broke your hreat’
Tarun: ‘are they gone mad, I love her its not necessary that she loves me back and chirag didn’t tell me everything because he didn’t want our friendship to get affected in any way’
Nik: ‘tarun just talk with riya and tell her its fine, and lets leave it to destiny and that you have no grudges against her’
Tarun: ‘ok I will call her’
At around same time Chirag with riya
Chirag: ‘are you ok?’
Riya: ‘yes I am sort of hows tarun?, I feel guilty that I hurt him’
Chirag: ‘finally that thing happened which I feared the most’
Riya: ‘what happened chirag!!!!’
Chirag: ‘both had a real bad fight’
Riya: ‘all this is happening because of me, I am sorry chirag it wasn’t intentional’
Chirag: ‘yes its because of you, Tarun was angry with nik that why did he refuse’
Riya: ‘what!!!’
Chirag: ‘yes and nik retaliated saying how could he say that and both of them are really upset with each other, so I request you just to calm things down call tarun and just talk to him tell him its fine, and lets leave it to destiny and that you have no grudges against any one’
Riya: ‘ok’
Her cell rings
Riya: ‘hey its tarun, hello tarun ‘
Tarun: ‘hey riya how are you, see I am sorry for everything that happened but…’
Riya: ‘its ok tarun I understand, I have no grudges against any one, its fine, I just want you three to be as you were, hey are you upset?’
Tarun: ‘no riya its fine, even I don’t have any grudges with anyone, I want you to be as you were with three of us’
Riya: ‘yes I will be always’
Tarun: ‘ok hey lets meet up in canteen all four of us ok be there’
Nik calls chirag
NIk: ‘hey its done lolzz’
Chirag : ‘good work bro, now the next thing you need to do is talk with riya ok’
Nik: ‘yar tu bhi chal na akele kya baat karunga, bore ho jaonga’ she bores me a lot’
मायूस सी इस ज़िन्दगी में मैं चलती जा रही थी बिन राह के राह थी मन मैं पर उम्मीद नही तन्हाई का एक एहसास में दोस्तों को छोडे चली जा रही थी !
इस ज़िन्दगी में दोस्त तो थे पर क्या वो सचमुच मेरे अपने थे क्या सचमुच वो मेरे साथ हैं हर पल आखिरी अंत के अकेलेपन को सोचे चली फ़िर भी जाने क्यों मैं चली जा रही थी !
फिर एक पल के लिए मुझे ठाराव मिला है शायद एक सच्चा दोस्त मिला है उसकी हस्सी, उसकी बातें मुझे भी एहसास दिलाती है की आख़िर मैं बिल्कुल अकेली नही हूँ पर फ़िर भी यह सोच हैं की क्या यह दोस्त मेरे साथ हर दम हैं अंत में तो मैं अकेली ही हूँ फिर भी जाने क्यों चली जा रही हूँ शायद इस जिन्दहो के मकसद की तलाश में वोही मकसद जो हर कोई तलाशता है और मैं भी तलाशती होई चली जा रही हो!
P.S. well this is my first post in this lounge so thought of posting a poem on a upcoming bond of friendship i hope to earn out here with people through creative interactions!
The merciful day came when she saw her brother again
But they were no more her family
Now she was Hindu no more
She now has a son who listens to her barely
He calls himself a “Jehadi” now
And hates the so called blasphemous
He also became doubtful of her
Asked “whether you are still one of us”
What could have she replied
She, herself didn’t know
Molded herself to time
But it was her time to go
She stood on the wall of the well
And looked deep down to find the silent waters
There came all the memories to her recall
Back came the days of those slaughters
This time she made up her mind
She had come here after all the prayers
Be it Quran, be it Jap Sahib
She read it all with taught flairs
This time she came prepared
She could not have taken any more
And “splash” she went down
‘Coz she was broken from the core
The only doubt she had in mind
Before this quirk …
Which place will she be going?
The Muslims’ Jannat or Hindus’ Swarg!
(Inspired By a Pakistani Movie: Khamosh Pani, The Silent Waters)
P.S.: If you get a chance don't miss this movie..you will get another perspective of how the females are treated in this part of the world...they are always forced to adopt what thier parents, husbands and sons choose for them. It was a heart melting time when I wrote this since my Grandparents have been through all this during the partition. My Grand mother had to stay inside a heap of agricultural waste with a child of 3 years for more than a week to get out with safely. She was pregnant that time.
In the sunset beneath the clouds, I hear your voice, in the passing breeze, I hear that laughter, like tinkling bells, But till I see you, my heart can't rest in ease. I feel your touch in the tides of the waves, My heart yearns to see you once, My eyes search for your face my love, To hold you in my arms, and freeze the moment before it runs.
When I touch the petals of the rose, I close my eyes, and feel like I'm touching your skin, That velvety feel, I just cannot forget, It makes my heart, just go into a spin. The drops of rain remind me of your moist kiss, How can I forget the touch of your lips? The feel of your breath so near my face, Remind me of the ecstasy that pulses my race. In nature’s joys, all I can see is you, Maybe that’s because, I only want to, For I forget myself, when you are near to me, For you, my dear, mean the world to me.
A joint poem, by myself and Tweety... during a game we played whilst we chatted, to pass the time. I think its difficult to separate which lines are mine, and which are hers! but you are welcome to try..! ;)
I look at the book, I select the page, I note the answers, Ahh!!whats this??
I enter the class, I look at the sir, I jot down points, Ahh,whats this??
I reach back home, I remove my shoes, I open my fridge, Ahh,whats this??
I get ready for college, I buy train tickets , I see the crowd, Ahh,whats this??
I sleep during pracs, I open my gmail page, my teachers slaps me , Ahh,whats this ??
I enter exam hall, I get my answer sheets, I look at the question paper, Ahh,whats this??
I look at question paper, I study something else, I answer something else, Ahh,whats this?
I attend college fest, I dance like dancer, I sing like a singer, Ahh,whats this??
4 years of fun, 4 years of friendship, 4 years of attendance fiasco, 4 years in vain. Ahh,whats this??
Thats all about Engineering!!
This is what I did in 4 years of Engineering .
Yesterday ,someone from college called at my landline and informed that your son is not attending any lectures.Luckily my sister attended the call.She soon cut the call.The next day Rahul scraps me "ki ,dude you are detained,"
Now,I got really scared.My mind wasn't working .I called himto confirm the news.
"Abhey ,sale, kal hi toh college start hua ,itna jaldi defaulters list,mazak tha re," he replied..
The days are long and the nights endless I sit by the fire and think of you I think of the days that swept with time When it was little less I And little more we.
You held my hand and talked of love And I thought it would last till eternity I look at the sky and searched for the moon Who witnessed the deep bonding of our love But today even he is hidden amongst the clouds He too like you left me alone in the crowd
The waves washed away your steps But my heart still bears their imprint The touch of the wind reminds me of you The reminder of your breath which felt so secure
Yes, the time has flown past me The time that was marked with your love and my laughter The love has gone and so have you So tonight when I sit by the fire and think of you I set you free from the memories of my heart I grant you freedom the sky that once sheltered our love I release you from the moon that once bound our love.
P.S. Thanks to leo for the title....I couldn't get one....
Abode of love,my heart... is now hostage to pain It cries for its lost... the feelings spent for waste I proudly held onto my love... though it was never meant to stay with every tear and stab of guilt... i force the memories to fade away!!
