Story of a River...

I was nurtured in the womb of God,
I was born in the lap of the Himalayas
Heaven and Earth celebrated my birth,
Creation chose to name me- Yamuna.

In my childhood, I was chirpy and free
I was happy, as happy could be.
The mighty hills, the narrow valleys
They lifted me up, proved to be my allies.

Civilisation around me grew,
I was witnessing a world totally new.
From a child, I turned into a woman so pure,
People termed me Divine, some were so sure.

I was in Taj the power of love,
Towards me flew the pigeon and the dove.
Never the one to tire and stop,
I entered the plains, leaving the hills atop.

The large industries made my head reel,
No one seemed to care how I would feel.
Bags and trucks of waste they dumped,
For their greed, more and more water they pumped.

I grew weaker, strength I had no more
The filth slowly penetrated my heart's core.
While I struggled to breathe fresh air,
The ministers sat comfortable in their chair.

It seems like another lifetime, when I was considered Divine
Today, I'm struggling for life, but known as the "Lifeline".
That was my story, you patient child
I hope you'll come to me and not be blind.
Till then, all I have are memories and dreams,
Help me, don't let me break at the seams
Help me, don't let me break at the seams.

Sorrow of the Sparrow

I stand against the window
Watching the gentle raindrops fall
What a melody they make, what a sight they create
A day like this, I cannot easily recall.

Suddenly, I hear a muffled twitter
So soft, I almost can't hear
It contains an emotion of both joy and bitter
Is it really there or is it just my imagination?

As the uneasiness grows, I walk away
A small creature it must be, nothing to worry
But the sound still lingers, it's here to stay
Unknowingly, I find my feet following the cry

The shimmering sun joins the rain
My feet lead me to the shade of a tree
A bird breathes softly, trying to hide the pain
Its wings lie broken, its moment seems numbered.

I kneel down and realized I'm shivering
Those iridescent eyes look at me
Long forgotten memories and instantly reverberating
Taking me back to a childhood once cherished.

I reminisce the open fields,
The crisp air and the sounds of Nature
Those eyes, they manage to penetrate my shield
Oh! how selfish I had become, how could I not see.

The sparrow's heartbeat quickened
It did not respond to my touch anymore
Not to the hands that had left her threatened
The breath slowly quietened, the life slowly faded...

It was the end of a song,
The end of a childhood memory
The bird had gone, it had suffered for too long.
And I was left lamenting, for a part of me was gone.

Never-ending Quest...

I was looking for courage

I searched high and low,

In the mighty mountains, in the deep sea

Bruised and broken, I didn't find it.

I was searching for wisdom,

It took me to different places, different faces

No wise men could provide the answers

I appeared to be no wiser.

I began my hunt for faith

I went to temples, churches and mosques

My pilgrimage seemed never ending,

At the end of it, I knew no God.

I started in pursuit of love

Tales of heroic romance, historic monuments

Nothing could quench my thirst,

My craving only grew.

The years passed by, the miles stretched on

My face showed signs of weariness

My heart wanted to give up,

There seemed to be no answers.

Summer changed to autumn, autumn to winter

I lay, praying for Death to come.

Praying for the other life to provide me answers

Hoping for God to come and show me the way.

Death came, so did God

He took me on a heavenly ride

To a world so beautiful, so happy

But the raging sea inside me knew no calm.

Then the answer stuck me,

Walking blindly on my road of quest,

I had forgotten to look in a hidden place

The place where all the answers lay...

Inside me.

The Real Hero

In the dusty streets of a war-torn nation,

Where all you see is devastation

There walks a beautiful maiden

Her steps are so small and eyes so laden..

No one can figure out what she thinks,

Behind her veil, she quietly blinks

She is lost in her own hometown,

Not knowing where to go, there appears a frown..

The narrow lanes where as a child she played,

Were no longer there, she felt betrayed

The naughty giggles, the joyous laughters had gone

War had brought with it, a dark dawn..

Kneeling down beside the rubble

All that was real, burst like a bubble

Every corner of the street screamed of terror

The earth beneath her shook, with a slight tremor..

In the pool of dried blood, there lay scattered

A hand that had been lent, when it mattered

Children surrounded her, mourning the loss

Shockingly, to them it was just another hurdle to cross..

Her land of dreams and hope

Was dying, trying to cling on to the rope

It broke her heart, it pricked her soul

This never ending war was creating a Black Hole.

She got up and began the journey back home

A place of injustice, a violent father's dome

For what else could a woman do

She must forgive and endure the pain too..

You'll see that maiden walking alone

In the faces of women that once shone

Now, surrounded by gunshots and fear

With a heart that has a lot to bear..

ps : Let's salute the brave women..the ever forgiving, ever enduring women. They're the real heroes.

Cry of a child..

Those tender eyes were given to see

The beauty of the ocean, the flight of the birds

But, all they see is a rubble

A rubble of bodies, a pool of blood

The only remains left behind by the war..

Those sensitive ears were made to

Listen to the chirping of birds, the sound of music

Alas! All they hear is the deafening noise

Of battle cries and gunshots

A part of their childhood, it has become..

Those soft hands were created to

Hold the paint brush, make sand castles

All they get to hold is a gun

And join the never ending war

A war against love, a war against humanity

Oh war! Don't take away their childhood

Their right to dream and be free

Those big hearts are meant to be filled with love

Not the gruesome feeling of terror

Return them what was meant to be theirs

A world without war,

A beautiful world indeed.

Corruption

Corruption is word which every child in India is today familiar with- sadly or gladly, whichever way you look at it.
Today as the largest democracy in the world finally awakens to a deeply rooted problem in its society, the world beholds. So how did a 74 year old man manage to ignite the flame, that has turned into a widespread fire? It's simple. In Billy Joel's words, "He didn't start the fire, it was always burning since the world's been turning."
The fire of anger, frustration, intolerance was burning inside every Indian. We just needed a stage, a leader to let it out. We've to make sure this fire doesn't run out of fuel. Not till we get what we're fighting for. A certain Lokpal Bill won't answer all the questions, it won't eradicate something so deep. But it will surely be a start.
The day corruption will truly be eradicated will be the day when each individuals lets go of the "chalta hai" attitude. When we learn to have patience and take the long route of truth rather than passing a buck and getting things done quickly. When we do our work on our own and when we have the courage to stand up and get heard. To be a leader, to be the change. If we have to destroy this tree of corruption, we've to start from the very roots.

Walk on...

The sweltering sun of May shines down

The miles just keep stretching out

The people no longer greet with a smile

But all I see, is my goal calling out to me

Oh feet, keep walking on

Whether it rains or snows

The sole may be burnt and bruised

But I ain't stopping, so walk with me

Oh heart, keep beating

Whether you get broken or sliced

The world may seem a little cold

But I ain't giving up on love, so be strong.

Oh eyes, keep dreaming

Even though people may say we're naive

The answers may not be clear for now

But I ain't leaving my quest halfway, so be calm

The goal is nearer than it seems

The mystery is simpler than it looks

The people are different than they pretend

And, you, are stronger than you think.

:)

Why do you cry, my girl?

Hello people!! Sorry for not writing for such a long long time! :\

Anyway, I am back!

And here is a poem, in which I tried to write about the feelings of a mother when she is getting ready to marry off her daughter..

Why do you cry, my girl?

I've held your hand since you were born

I've helped you get back on your feet everytime you fall

I've made your hair for the plays

So why do you cry today?

I've seen you grow up in front of my eyes

I've wiped your tears when your heart broke

I've given you words of advice when you needed

And I've stayed quiet when you didn't 

Today, after all these years, why do you cry again?

Is it because of the fear of letting go?

Or, are you too anxious of what the future holds?

I know it's hard for you to join a new family 

It's harder for me to watch you go

But let these tears be of joy, my girl

For you are being gifted a new life

A chance to be a partner, a mother

You're being born again, in a new family

This time a new hand will guide you

This time, there will be bigger problems to face

This time, you'll have to the mother

This time, you'll have to answer the innocent questions

And when the time comes, you'll know what to say

When the time comes, you'll be better than I ever was..

So, why do you cry my little girl?

It's time for you to spread your wings and fly

And remember, however grown up you become

You'll always be my little daughter..

:)

Liverpool FC : We'll Never Walk Alone

LIVERPOOL FC : WE’LL NEVER WALK ALONE

The most successful club in the history of English football. Maximum number of domestic titles and FA cups. A home to iconic players and magical moments. A stadium where the mass of 40,000 people become one to sing the legendary anthem. All this and one name – Liverpool Football Club.

When the other clubs were still inside the womb, this infant had quickly gobbled up all the trophies and grown up to achieve dizzying heights of success. As the years passed by, this young, vivacious kid slowly built on its reputation. Winning was a habit by now. It was unmatched, unconquered and unbeaten for a long, long time. Everything our idolized players like Robbie Flower and King Kenny touched, turned to gold. And then – the honeymoon period was over. The other clubs like Manchester United began their rise and soon the club, now like a not-so-fit middle-aged man, began to grow tired. The rise of our bitter rivals- Manchester United- was perfectly timed with the simultaneous decline of Liverpool. The trophies began to dry out and the soft prayers soon began to grow louder. The question which no one dared to ask out loud was finally being heard- Will the glory days ever return to Anfield?

The fans now began to keep a check on the Manchester United wins, more than the Liverpool losses. Each new trophy won by the arch-rivals was greeted with a collective increase of heart beat. Frowns appeared on the forehead, frustrated sighs were let out. As the Manchester magic continued rolling under the guidance of Sir Alex Ferguson, the fans could see the dreaded day coming, which till now they had believed didn’t even exist in time. The day when Liverpool might lose their throne. The day when our pride might just be given a blow. They day when the magical number 18 might just be outnumbered.

It is 2011. And the day is here. A lot sooner, than even the most pessimistic fans had ever expected. We have looked back at our glorious past, clinging on to the rope of being the “most successful club in history” for so long; we have kept our fingers crossed and our breath held for so long. But where do we look now?

The only option is – forward. When you start all over again, that’s the only way to go. We’ve just come out of a rather forgettable season- with Roy Hodgson’s reign bringing difficult times, with long-serving players like Stever Gerrard and Jamie Carragher being injured, with the most idolized player of recent times- Fernando Torres- being transferred to Chelsea in a shock move, with a time when we just couldn’t get out of the bottom-half of the table, and finally, Manchester United winning their all important 19^th title.

It has been a quiet season at Anfield. But it might just be the calm before the storm. A certain Kenny Dalglish is back to Liverpool, bringing with him winds of change. From a position of the unthinkable bottom half finish, he injected life into the team and carried it to the 6^th position. The gloomy faces of the fans, which matched the London skies, are beginning to break into a smile again. Each player, each staff is beginning to believe again- that at the end of the storm, there will indeed be a golden sky. The Anfield is abuzz with the “You’ll Never Walk Alone” anthem again. The new transfers like Luis Suarez and young home-grown talent like Flanagan and Spearing have already impressed the fans with their impressive performances and they still have a lot more to give.

The old wobbly man is gone, taking with him the excessive baggage of expectations and comparisons.

It’s a new start.

It’s a new birth.

It’s the reincarnation of the one club where nothing is impossible.

Glory days will return to Anfield- soon.

And we can only look forward with hope in our hearts and the faith- that we’ll never ever walk alone.

Those grey eyes of stone...

Those grey eyes, those grey eyes of stone
They glare at me, they mock at me
They are the eyes that once shone
But now, they sting my soul like a bee..


"Stop dreaming, you naive girl", they say
Telling me to land my feet back on earth
Squinting from the glaring sun of May
Just the same size, since the time of birth


Everytime I try to soar, they bring me down
Disapproving of the childish dream
When I wish to break free, they frown
Unreachable, my goals seem.


Those grey eyes, those grey eyes of stone
They try to hide its fear
Fear of failures, of society, of being alone
They smile, to disguise the tear


All I did was never enough
To look straight into those eyes
For I could never teach myself to be tough
Always believed its unspoken lies


It has taken me too long to understand
They belong to no one else but me
In my life, I couldn't take a stand
For those eyes could never see
The Gift called Life, the beauty inside me.


Jonny Diaz - More beautiful you

Heart v/s Brain

I came across a line printed in the newspaper and it instantly caught my attention and made me think about it.. 

"The heart has reasons that reason does not understand."

In life, we are always battling inside. At every moment, there is an inner conflict going on between the brain and the heart. Between dreams and convention. Between reasoning and faith. We always have a choice to make, a risk to take. 

Our mind tells us to stay on the shore, keeping our feet on the ground. To just watch the beautiful scene, take in the beauty and walk along the water. A balanced life, with no fear, no risks. But somewhere deep down, our heart wants more. It pushes us, it challenges us. It tries to tell us that the risk that might break you is the one that will save. It knows that the real beauty of the sea in the touch of the water and exploring the hidden treasures which the water has secretly hidden for so long.

We somehow hold back, the fear of taking on the angry sea, too frightening. The fear of suffering, takes over the dreams, the curiosity to know more .We pretend to be happy and content, living the way everyone does.

When you follow your heart, the uncertainties of tomorrow instill fear. As a child, we don't really think about the future and that is why, when you see into a child's eyes, you see dreams, hopes and curiosity. Adulthood brings with it a wealth of experience and also a bag full of compromises. And more often than not, it's our dreams, our loved ones which are sacrificed. We claim to know more about the "Real World". About how you have to tell your heart to take a backseat, how the calls from your mother can wait, how the sky won't fall if you don't attend your daughter's play. By that time, we know the science behind most of the simple things in life, and we stop believing in miracles. Our freeflowing imagination as a child gets submerged beneath our desperate measures to find all the answers. 

And when we look back, at some point everyone does, the little voice of our heart still echoes deep down,

"What If?"

What if that day I had taken the plunge into the sea? What if I had taken the leap of faith, for once? Would my life be different? Would I be living my dream? Would I see my daughter running towards me? Would I be present beside my mother during her last days, rather than my office?

And by the time, we realize what we've done, it's too late.

So friends, go take the plunge. Follow your dreams. Listen to your heart. Believe in miracles, in love and in yourself.

Inspiring songs..

1. Fix you - Coldplay

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
COULD IT BE WORSE?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you. . <3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JI-o25K6B-E

2. Let it Be - The Beatles

When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer. let it be.

Let it be, let it be, .....

And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me,
shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be, ..... 

3. The Scientist - Coldplay

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets 
And ask me your questions
Oh, lets go back to the start

Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on a science apart.

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh, take me back to the start.

I was just guessing 
At numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart

Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me 
Come back and haunt me
Oh, and I rush to the start

Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard

I'm going back to the start

we never change : coldplay

The Master Plan..

How many times in our lives have we questioned “why?”. “Why is this happening to me?”

“Why do I end up being hurt?”

“Why am I such a loser?”

“Why can’t he be mine?” “Why can’t people understand my feelings?”

With me, it was quite a number of times. Then I decided to do something extremely simple. I changed the "Why?" to "Why not?"

Tears? Why not? They will just make my vision clearer.

Heartbreaks? Why not? There will also be someone to mend it.

Failures, why not? They will just make the victory sweeter.

And all of a sudden, the misted veil over life, complications, began to fade away..revealing the beautiful light beneath it. The smug look on the face of life quickly changed into a grin. I smiled at life and it smiled back at me.

Life wasn't a play of mere blobs anymore.. it was a beautiful abstract painting. The pieces of the jigsaw puzzle started to fall into place and slowly, the picture made sense. Funnily enough, the "why not?"s provided many more answers than the "why?"s. The answers seemed to connect together and form a plan, life. I was a mere dot in the world, just like a twinkling star in the vast sky, but I was here for a reason . I had a purpose of existence. I was a part of the bigger plan called Humanity. I was here to follow my dreams, follow my heart, connect the dots and the lives of people. I wouldn't be born without my mother. My mother wouldn't be born without me. 

I am a daughter, a sister , a friend, a lover, an example, an identity, a being , a warrior, a twinkling star ; a part of the master plan.

Changes in life. .

There are times in life when I feel drained.. hollow.. with nothing left inside me .. with no strength to give more and expect nothing in return. When the faith inside me is shaken and stirred, and it takes a lot of courage to cling on to hope.. 

Life changes you.. in more ways than you can imagine.. Everyday is a new test, a new challenge and a new lesson. You meet new people, you get hurt, you fall down , you get up. 

You feel like you have nothing more left to give, 

You feel like there is nothing left to smile for.

You're afraid.. afraid that the past will repeat itself. Afraid of having the courage to risk everything and giving your everything again. Afraid of getting hurt, afraid of being the "loser" again. They say, the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. I couldn't agree more. 

Just moments before, I thought I will never ever be the same "give it everything what's life without risks?" person again. I felt I had lost her on the way. . somewhere behind a broken trust. I sat and just glanced at my reflection in the mirror.. It seemed like it wanted to convey something.. I closed my eyes and I heard it speak..

"Look at you. Haven't you changed?"

I was shocked, looked at it in utter disbelief.. 

"Who are you? Am I hallucinating?". I could feel the sweat dripping down my forehead.

"You know me. I'm the old you and you're the new me."

"Huh?"

"Cleanse your soul of regrets and hatred.. Just think with a mind free of the memories of the past and worries of the future." She simply said.

"But I can't go back to being who I was.. I don't want to give it everything for something I'm never gonna get.. I don't want to wait my whole life for people who always took me for granted.."

"Silly you. The past has gone.. You've to learn the lessons from it and let it go away.. Your life history makes you ready for the greater obstacles that are gonna come later on in your journey.. You can't keep running away from them.. The only to assassinate your fears, is to take them on, with belief and faith . "

"Will I be able to believe the same way again?"

"Belief.. I know you will. Not blind faith anymore, not unrealistic fantasies anymore. But a belief that life balances everything . There is a reason behind everything.. behind the rising of the sun, behind the humming of the bird. Everything has a plan. And if you close you eyes, you will miss out of the new opportunities, new joys , new plans . The only thing constant in life is change. We cannot avoid it. We can just take in the wisdom of the world and let our soul grow.. each day, each moment."

And with that, I smiled at my reflection, and felt a smile coming back at me in return. For the first time, I felt we were one. The old experiences and the new hopes. Go together hand in hand. Making me the person I am. Making life the way it is. 

:)

Ever since class 10th has started.. I've felt sort of lifeless. I've always been a school lover and never in my life, have I hated school. But in the last few days, it has become sort of monotonous.. with nothing to look forward to.. There has been work, work and more work. And when I look back, the last time I REALLY laughed my ass off was during class 8th.. It was THE best year of my life. Everyday was so much fun.. all the people that were there.. my group, my class. People I've lost touch with, people I miss.. a lot. It's never been the same without them. I'd do anything to have those days back. And yet, I sit here , writing this down, and I know, I cannot rewind time, as much as  I want to. 

Life was going in a direction I didn't want to.. There were people running, here, there, everyone after one thing or the other, half of them without even knowing why. I just wanted to take a remote, and pause it all. Just breathe for a moment. Just do what my heart wants me to do, for a day. Just take time out, sing, dance, write, draw and forget about the various assignments in school and just concentrate on the biggest assignment : Life. 

Happiness. . No , I will not go looking for it. Happiness.. it will come. It's been too long, it has to.

Happiness.. what is it? 

For me, it's the simple joy to see people smile. 

To see people cherish the beauty of life.

To see people never give up on hope.

I know, everything happens for a reason. I will go through this. I will be happy. I will never give up. I will fight, fight for my dream. Fight for my people. Fight for love. Fight for life.

A fight with only one weapon : Self belief. 

And I have a feeling, better days are just around the corner . And no, I will not let them go away.. :) 

Seeking Salvation..

What good have i wrought, I laugh to have learned,

the joy cannot come unless it is earned.

a pure expression of transitory sensation of bliss,

but often to achieve it he has to cross the dark abyss.

one can only achieve the beatitude, if he has struggled enough,

only if he comes upfront and does assassinate his fears.

an inner realization is due, humanity eons behind,

when will man learn the pure ethereal joy of the divine.

he stands atop the summit, having conquered all,

Alas! these materialistic things don't bring joy anymore, it's the love, my lord.

he yearns for the warms atop alone, he is cold and numb

but can't discover thee, the love and guidance to whom he'll succumb.

to soar in the land of happiness, to yearn his true inner peace,

he must aviate in the wonderland of love and serenity.

in the silence, images of his past, flash through his mind,

and he begs for redemption from the omniscient god for the things he cannot efface.

through the mist of darkness he sees a vision so radiant, so mystical,

with tenderness she caresses him and speaks,

"When all is lost, i shall exist; I'm hope, my child."

Call of the Mother..

This is a poem created by my two awesome friends and I.. turned out to be nice eh? :D Hope you like it :) 

The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn
The soft winter sun forms shadows of his past,
Breaking him at the seams, tearing him apart..
His pain is limitless, the sorrow is vast
but he now surrenders his life in the hands of his creator
His feet take him to the place he once revered
Reminiscing about his last farewell, the soft pattering of his daughter's feet
The melodious laughter of his love echoes in the loud emptiness,
But she is just a vision so mystical, a dream so long ended..
How he longs for her to have, and everyone else around
so that boundless love would flow in and beatitude would crawl in
But all is lost, his sweet haven now just a barren niche
His heart threatens to break away from this terrible anguish he feels 
But he has to find his way out  to withstand this pain no more
For the old images prolong in his mind and in the land of dream does he soar
Strangely, the pain which engulfs him sets him free and he walks on,
There is still a larger call which rings in his ears...Still a larger task which awaits his tireless striving.. Still a larger family which awaits his son, his country, his Mother.

"I wandered through fiction to look for the truth,
Buried beneath all the lies..."

Truth is a whisper, they say
Uttered by the Almighty
Men may try to silence it
They may try to twist the words
But the Truth will live on..
It's written in the stars,
It lives on like the sun
It is not afraid of death
It is not overwhelmed by life
And it lives on,
In the hearts of those who believe
And it will be found,
By the ones who walk on its path.

Break away..

Her silent cries echo in the loud emptiness

Her melancholy eyes wait for justice

Her sealed lips wish to utter unspoken words

Bound up in chains, she longs for freedom..

Her mind wonders how the outside world would be

Her broken heart prays for a messiah

Her shattered dreams pierce through her reflection

Slowly withering away, she's afraid to believe..

Too fragile to stand up

Too bruised to be healed..

Yet, too strong to be broken

Too stubborn to give up

She carries visions of a better tomorrow

She plants seeds of hope in her heart

She knows, one day, through the mist of darkness

There will be light, and she will break away...

:)

Painting called life..

I sit by the sea, puzzled and disillusioned
Soft hues of red are painted across the sky
Little black birds are silhouetted against the sun
Roaring waves rise and fall with great ferociousness
It almost seems like an abstract painting on the canvas of life.
Alas, to my pained eyes, all of it is nothing more than a blur..

The shades of life appear to be mere blobs,
Yet, deep down I know there is much more than meets the eye.
My mind wanders, it wanders with the wind,
Traveling to distant places and blurred faces.
Almost threatening to send me reeling on a wave of emotion.
And too afraid to ask questions,
I try to cage it, I try to shut out the thoughts.

But my mind is already on a flight of imagination,
Along with the birds, aiming for the horizon and beyond
I'm shaken, I'm stirred
Yet, a fire from within overpowers the cold breeze
It ignites a dream which had been hidden for too long,
It warms the heart which had been broken too many times.

Suddenly, the scene in front of me is more than a blur,
The Gifts of Nature spring to life 
My heart plunges into the sea of love,creating a stir 
And dumps its worries and regrets in the water.

I get up and create a path of my own in the sand,
My body is here, but my mind is in a distant land.
There seems to be a presence beside me, lending me his hand,
With a new found self-belief, I get ready to give everything life demands.

Japan tragedy.. :(

Awful pictures of devastation..
Earthquake, tsunami and now nuclear disaster.. Everyday it's a new story in the newspapers, everyday a new and harder day for the people in Japan. My heart cries when I see the pictures.. And yet I know I'm not the only one. There is this strange twist in my heart.. and I just want to go to Japan and help the people.. Be Superhero for a day. Because Japan right now needs a superhero.. and they have them, right amongst their citizens.
65 years ago, when Nagasaki and Hiroshima were almost bombed out of existence , the country got together and worked on a brighter future. Today , they are one of the most technology-advanced and economically developed country. Each citizen has worked , with discipline and perseverance to get the country to the place it has occupied today.
It's almost unreal to see it all go down the drain..literally. The places that were brimming with life and people, are suddenly turned into a mass burial. It just proves one thing , man CANNOT tame nature, no matter how advanced and powerful they pretend to be. I wonder if God up there is laughing or crying.. or wondering whether man will learn or not. But Nature has funny ways of getting back at man. :|
Yet, there is a belief inside me. That this is not the end. Man has always got back on his feet, and the people of Japan will rebuild the country.. Maybe in 10 months or 10 years.. But it will happen. But they need to realize that Nature too gives them only what  they give to Nature.
The sooner they realize, the better.
PS : Please do your bit to help the people in Japan. It's one world . If nothing else, just take time out and say a silent prayer. You never know, how much they'd be appreciated. :)

I don't know why you say goodbye..

I sit in front of my computer screen, staring at my friend's profile . Going through ALL our pictures and being in a state of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.. Funny things, memories. There is this book given by her on my last birthday which just caught my eye, and I think I dropped a tear as I read her message on the first page.. I hadn't read this book yet, but today I sit and read it. I don't know , it just makes me feel she is still here..It's hard, isn't it. To let someone go just when you begin to realize they mean the world to you.. I wonder if she is sitting somewhere, reading our messages and thinking about the exact same thing. Actually, I have a feeling she is. 
My mom is telling me how this is life, and well people come into our lives and they go. Some stay for a minute, others a lifetime. But we have to part with everyone.Yet it's hard.. Now that I think about the times spent with her, the times I should have been more affectionate, the times I shouldn't have taken her for granted, all I want to do is rewind the time.. And go back to our happy world. It's funny. Everything is just the same, and yet it's so different .. just because of one person. I'm writing this because each one of us has had an experience like this, or will surely have later. 
She may have gone, but the distance just seems to strengthen our friendship. I know I can't rewind the time, but I can surely start today and make a better future. 10 years later, maybe her face will fade away with time.. but her memories will always be locked up in my heart. The ever smiling face will bring me up when I'm feeling down and I'll carry on.. with old memories and new memories..The one I'm writing this for, I just want to say,I love you and you'll always be in my heart..:) 

Liverpool FC

6.3.2011 - Dirk Kuyt hatrick  against Manchester United. Glory days return to Anfield.

When you walk through a storm,

Hold your head up high,

And don't be afraid of the dark.

At the end of a storm,

There's a golden sky,

And the sweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind,

Walk on through the rain,

Though your dreams be tossed and blown,

Walk on, walk on,

With hope in your heart,

And you'll never walk alone,

You'll never walk alone...

There is not one club so united with the fans, there is not one club with an anthem like "You'll Never Walk Alone". It is the most successful club in European Football history with 18 domestic titles, 7 FA cups. And it's on the way back to glory.!!! For all those people who stopped believing, for all those people who thought Liverpool will never be the same again, I say "IN YOUR FACE!!"

Yes, the past 18 months may have been possibly the worst times in the club's history, but the club-the fans, the players- they will walk through the storm, holding their head high, and yes, the light at the end of the tunnel is not too far. We've done it against Chelsea, We've done it against Manchester United. We may not be in the title contention, but if we are capable of coming back from the relegation to no.6 (and will go higher) , we're very much capable of winning the title next time. 

I have faith in each player, each staff , Kenny Dalglish and the fans . At this club, no one will ever walk alone.

GO LIVERPOOOOL!!!!!!!!!

Fernando Torres ..

Just makes me cry.. Fernando Torres somehow BELONGED to Anfield. Seeing him in blue will never be the same as seeing him in Red. Somehow, I wont be able to scream my lungs out when he scores for Chelsea.. But yes,I will always love him. .and I'll hope wherever he goes, whatever he does, he gets all the happiness in the world which he fully deserves. And he'll never ever walk alone. His true fans will never let him. :') <3http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kG_Du-Bo-7k
the video has not made by me, but i just love it, because atlast someone is giving him a truly deserved loving farewell rather than burning his jersey. Yes, he was WORSHIPED at Liverpool. The fans saw him as a living idol.. who would always be loyal to the club and spend all his years achieving new goals for the club. It does hurt, as I was one of them. And one corner of my heart, still wants him to return to Liverpool , someday. But well , nobody's perfect right? And yet , somehow, when I see him smile and when I see him celebrating his goals at Liverpool , everything seems almost perfect !
I hope Chelsea treat him well, though they cannot give him more than Liverpool. But I hope Torres is successful in giving Chelsea more than he could give Liverpool.

 :) <3

Falling in love... with life.

Chocolate day, Rose day, Propose day, Teddy Day, Promise day, Kiss day and Finally .. Valentine's Day. Love is in the air again.. 
 Today I did something strange, away from all the "love mania" , I took out time and went to the terrace. A soft orange hue filled the sky as the winter sun gave way to the warm gentle glow of the spring sun. I felt kinda lonely, hoping that I'd have someone standing beside me in this moment and just look at the beautiful scene together..
Suddenly, a question pops up in my ever wandering mind.. Is love really about giving each other expensive gifts, saying I love you ten times a day, going on romantic dates on Valentine's Day? My heart doesn't agree.
Coz when I look at the beautiful scene around me, I feel love all around.In the air, in the water, in the people and , inside me. In the distance, I see the sun making love to the sea. I see the silhouette of two birds sitting on a branch, with the warm sun acting as the perfect backdrop. I look down and I see an elderly couple, walking hand in hand, still in love after years of togetherness. Then I look on the adjacent building and I see the love in a mother's eyes as she tenderly caresses her child.
And then, my heart fills with hope again. There is love in every little gift of the Nature.
The next time, you want to stop believing that love exists, look around you. You'll see how important love is when you see the pain in the eye of an orphan. You'll feel the joy of love when you taste the raindrops on your skin..
Yes, I am in love again. In love- with life.
:)


Never stop believing. Never stop loving. Never stop living!  <3

Dreams

As I lie under my blanket and stare at the ceiling , there is a strange fire inside me. A fire which makes it difficult to lie down. A fire which makes me want to get up and start working on a dream. A fire which makes me want to give a meaning to my life. And that fire overpowers my tiredness.

What are dreams ? What are passions? 

Today we had a career counselling session in our school. And I can say I met one of the most amazing people ever in my life. He shared his life , work and much more with us. He had come from a small district in Bihar. But he had a passion. A self belief to go against the stereotyped world and the "conventional" career choices. And he never let the fire inside him die down. Today he is on the Most Influential People list on CNN IBN and has created a NGO which reaches out to millions of people..

It makes me wonder, if one man can dare to dream and bring changes, what if all of us discover that passion within us ? It surely will be a happier and more meaningful world. 

Do you have a dream? A driving force that forces you to wake up in the morning and work towards it..?

A goal which seems clear in front of your eyes even when the world seems dark?

A friend which guides you when all hope is lost?

If you have , don't let anyone bring you down. It's your life and only you can decide which way to take it. Change that dream into reality. If you have a passion, don't succumb to compromises.. So that later on in life, when you look back at life, and at one point of time, everyone looks back , you don't have the chance to say "I could have, I should have but I didn't.."

People who dare to dream , are sure as hell faced with challenges and failures. People mock at them, people around them usually earn more and parents quite often don't understand what their child wants. The road that leads us there , is tough. But dreamers always find a way.

As someone said, 

Challenges are what makes life interesting. Overcoming them is what makes it meaningful.

I'd like to end this post with these beautiful lines from The Alchemist :

“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.”  The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

A poem.. about love..

Love is a feeling,an emotion
An emotion that can make thousand heads turn.
An emotion deeper than the sea,
And higher than the mountains.
An emotion which can overcome all obstacles.
An emotion which wins against all odds.

Love between nations can bring about change,
Love between two souls can make them one
Love amongst family can bring peace and harmony.
Love between all can bind the world together.

Love also makes you suffer,
Love gives you pain.
But without it life seems meaningless
Love helps us to realize our destiny.

Love is not a sin , it's not a crime.
It is the medicine for a broken heart.
Love makes everything sweet.
It does not boast,it is not angry.
It is not jealous,not selfish.
Love is selfless,pure and kind.
<3

Hope..

Had a bad day? Had your trust broken or just broke up with your partner?? The pressures and expectations of life are weighing you down and your soul seems to be disappearing in the mist of darkness?

You have three options . The easiest one , which a lot of people will choose , is to break things , cry your heart out , blame the people around you , stop believing in God and lose the faith in yourself. People move around saying there is no happiness left in their life . When a relationship breaks , they blame their partner. They blame themselves. They blame the world. When they don't get a job , they call it "Bad Luck".

Then there are the ones , who turn into the mute spectators of their own life. They sit and swallow the pain..Watching time fly by, just waiting for the end . They want to rewind the time , they want another chance. They keep regretting all their life.."What if?" . And yet , they don't make a move. It's just simple , to drift away from the world and live in the emptiness. They are afraid to face the world , to give explanations , to open their heart , to believe again.

And then, there are the true believers. Those who hold on, those who believe everything happens for a reason. Those who are not afraid of taking risks , of getting hurt. They say life gives to you what you give to life.These people who observe the changing of seasons , the sadness in an orphan's eyes and the joy of feeling the raindrops on your lips. These people are not afraid to say Sorry and they are not afraid to forgive. It's not because they are weak , it's because they are strong enough to know everyone makes mistakes. They are hurt too , they fall down too. But their belief lifts them up. The love they have inside them shows them the path. When it gets dark , when their heart breaks and when everything is lost... they cling on to me. They have me , inside their hearts. I am hope.

There will be a new tomorrow , there will be a new journey. People will come and go , the memories will fade and some will remain. But I will teach them how to believe , how to love and how to live.

It's your choice  who you want to be.

Quoting from A Walk to Remember song , "Only Hope"

And when all my dreams seem so far,

Sing to me all the plans that you have for me over and over again.

And I lay my head back down ,

And I lift my hands and pray,

To be only yours,

I know now , you're my only hope..

:)

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