3 UPs to Michelle!!!

Well firstly, I'm pretty late. Apologies!


Here's to the blog post I recently read and participated in by Randi lee! It's pretty innovative n' motivating. And so totally a positive-vibes-spreader among the bloggers.

My Upee's  Michelle! n' I read a lodsa posts by him...N' decided he deserves to be given 3 UPs in form of a post.

1UP >>> What an elucidator! I adore the fact that his posts are so not ambiguous n' loaded with too-difficult-vocab. They are clear and written after giving too deep a thought on each subject concerned.

2UP >>> No-Sweat-Layout! The layout of his blog is complicated yet SIMPLE, in a way, despite numerous add-ons, they do not interrupt your reading plus you do not have to make extra efforts in locating where to start n' where to finish.

3UP >>> Diverse subjects! Its quite likeable that he is able to conceive ideas and write about subjects in different fields, whereby I noticed a number of bloggers' brains work towards similar ideation only in all posts.

Cheers to him!! Follow him on the above mentioned link. Happy reading!!!


P.S. : Randi, Thanks a million for giving us this opportunity to say discover appreciative things about someone so random.

The Answer is "You"!

Thoughts are enormous, BUT the words are few,
All I have to say is "the answer is 'you'..."
After surviving for these 35 hours;
when I feel almost dead, I wish you hadn't said ADIEU!!

I want no blood, I want no tears,
All I wanted was 'you' for the endless years... 
A song will be too less a thought; and strings would break;
I don't want much to be pleased; just "you" for endless years....

Delighted was I when you once said,
"I would talk when the time is right"; Was I misled?
Please don't take any pain or stand in rain;
My eyes are moist already and blood-red...

Syllables were all deep and true,
Hoping for a survival while I am feeling blue,
"I'm not the one you need " sounded completely untrue;
All I have to say is "the answer is 'you'...!!!"

-- G

A Silent Brawl !!!

Inside is this wrangle!

Probably a wench against a damsel,

a 'wench', indebted to her own sins; 

as she behest, loaded with chagrins...

Inside is this wrangle!!!

As if experiencing a cruel strangle,

With that twinkle about to drip, her dying wish is;

the rescue in form of handsel!

Whats with this wrangle?!

the wench is too tired to handle,

Now, it could be karma, lady luck o' kismet...

But the only last resort is to GAMBLE!!!

-- G

Existence till Sarcophagus

It seemed, in the heavens, like the shooting stars,

spectacular movement of light very much like mars;

a fleeting glimpse of eternity,

and in a flash it was over taking not even a jiffy...

It was as if the fate, melody all mute,

in the very manner fate has, of providing the destitute;

with the greater quota of accidents,

for which no one can be blamed, envisioning them incidents...

Oh! What a fad it is to realize that gloom,

the world is nothing but just a dark hellish room;

man seems to be a gadget of craze,

where objects of materialism are in fact a matter of grace...

Why do people run after money ?!?!?!

not enjoying little ticks that taste like honey,

ever pulled out all the stops to give it a thought quite often?

that there are no "pockets" in a coffin...


-- G

The delphian Silence..

" jaane kyun insaan is duniya mein aata hai,
sansaar rupi jaal mein fas jaata hai;
kaash hota koi aisa raasta,
jis tak insaan aasani se pahunch jataa;
jahan hota andhere mein bhi roshni ka ehsaas,
aur hota ghutan mein bhi sukun ka aabhas;
jahan garmaahat bhi is mom se dil ko pighla na pati,
kathor se kathor pathar ki thokar seh jati;
maangti hu bhagwan se ik aisa rasta dikha de,
maa ke pet mein jo narmi thi usse milade.."

-- G

Bankruptcy of Confidence..

“yeh dil hai kuch pareshaa,kaise kare is uljhan ka bayaan;
kai dino se dil ghabrata hai,kuch bhi kehne se darr sa jata hai;
sochta hai kaisa lagta hoga-
jab aasma ka wo ik tara toot jata hoga;
ya raah mein chalte-chalte ik raahgir bhatak jata hoga;
ya ik khiwaiya lahro ki disha ko samajh na pata hoga;
ya us sangeet k mukhde ka ik bol mil na pata hoga;
ya wo dhaga toot k us mala k motiyo ko bikhra deta hoga..
lagta hai jaise sab kuch khatm sa hai;
us ik chhan k liye dil taras jata sa hai;
duaan ab ek hi hai upar wale se;
chhin na lena is mann ka chain is bure naseeb wale se;
anjane mein hi na mujhse koi aisi bhul ho jaye;
ki meri jindagi khud-b-khub mujhse hi ruth jaye..”


-- G