I have seen you!!!

I have seen you in the moon light …
Shining like a pearl
I have seen you in bright days ...
Glittering like a diamond
I have seen you laughing ...
Like a careless little girl
I have seen you in silent ...
Like Himalayan with its snowy tips
I have seen your sorrows....
Hidden in your deceiving smile
I have seen your determination....
In the sad and wet eyes
I have seen your tears ....
Flowing down in the happiness
I have seen you shivering ....
In the early cold morning of winter
I have seen you smiling ....
To the beautiful morning of spring
I have seen you wondering ....
Immersed in thousand thought of yours
I have seen you chasing....
The wild butterflies in the garden
I have seen you troubled....
By untamed breeze from the west
I have seen you smiling ....
To some unknown pleasant thought of yours

I have seen you in dreams …

I have seen you in reality…

**Its written by my best friend .......dedicated to me

I would like to thanx him a lot !!!

Keep writing....

When your heart breaks.....

When you feel that your heart has broken.. then my dear...I must say that " you're not alone". Everyone experiences heartbreak at one time or another - and some people seem to have their hearts broken many times throughout their lives...still they want to experience more...

You could hardly do anything when your heart breaks...you might feel that you are feeling low...empty... sad...depressed...but these are just feelings...Dont just get carried away by all this. Its not really your heart but your feelings which got hurt.

You might feel that all the songs you've heard on the FM radio about broken hearts! are just written for you. While watching movie you might feel that some scenes are from our own life....Although poets have written a lot about heartbreak for thousands of years,....but when it is happening to you, you may feel like no one else in the world has ever felt the same. Or maybe you feel like every sad song was written just for you and your situation!


Dont blame yourself if your heart breaks...It might be because you love someone who doesn't feel the same way... or you can just call it destiny..one could hardly do anything about it. The causes may be different, but the feeling of loss is the same - whether it's the loss of something real or the loss of something you only hoped for.

Tips to lessen the pangs of broken relationship.......

1. Share your feelings with someone you trust... may help you to feel better after sharing.

2. Letting the tears flow seems to help you heal faster.

3. Simply...hang out with friends and do things you normally enjoy, like go for a movie or just spend night out with old friends or just read a good novel.

4. Be with someone who cares about you can make things feel a little better.

5. A broken heart can be very stressful so take good care of yourself...don't let the rest of your body get broken, too.

6. Get lots of sleep, eat healthy foods, and exercise regularly to minimize stress and depression and give your self esteem a boost.

7. Keep yourself busy. Sometimes this is difficult when you're coping with sadness and grief, but it really helps.

8. Try to redecorate your room or try a new hobby.

9. Give yourself time. It takes time for sadness to go away.

Just trying these tips.... doesn't mean you shouldn't think about what happened, it just means you should focus on other things, too.

Remember what's good about you. Sometimes people with broken hearts start to blame themselves for what's happened. They may be really down on themselves, exaggerating their faults as though they did something to deserve the unhappiness they're experiencing. If you find this happening to you, nip it in the bud! Remind yourself of your good qualities, and if you can't think of them because your broken heart is clouding your view, get your friends to help you remember what's good about you.

Almost everyone thinks they won't feel normal again, but the we human are is amazing - and the heart almost always does heal after a while. But how long will that take? That depends on what caused your heartbroken feeling - and on how you deal with loss and how quickly you tend to bounce back from things. Mending a broken heart can take from a couple of days to many weeks and sometimes even months.

So, be patient...have faith in you .. and let the healing begin. I know its quite difficult... but u can give it a try..

AlL ThE BEsT

I met her!!!! In a very unrealistic way

I met her!!!! In a very unrealistic way. An accident in the sweet sense. Realizing the fact she is the one, took time. Penalty is restlessness. She got into the life as if she was there always, just the fact I was lazy to realize her existence. I don’t know about how Harry met Sally... I am least bothered about....But the way she came, none had ever come before. Some way it made me realize the fact there is something beyond the number race. Rationalism took the back seat. Imagination was in her full blooms.

We met each other. After formal introduction, it turned out to be a leg pulling session. Unknowingly we were coming close to each other. Being with each other was a secrete desire, what we never felt worthy to be mentioned. Bit late, but we realized it .Do not remember who proposed whom and when. But we are together planning for some silvery moon.

Her call used to be my morning alarm. It’s funny to act smart when you are just out of bed from the half sleep. And I used to do the same. A chronic late to bed was trying his hard to impress his girlfriend, in his half way to sleep. An enthusiastic morning walker with bubbly voice first time let me realize sleeping late into the morning has lot many bad side effects. The major among them was the whole world will know you are a lazy asshole....

We started discussing from fashion to fengshui, national interest to rupee devaluation in international market. We have a very high and equal level of sympathy for the miserable in Somalia. All this discussion sparked out when she just casually preferred to mention about a forward-forward mail from one of her distance cousin in US. Though I have received the same mail many times from various sources, but for the first time I felt it’s very much urgent and necessary to show my sympathy to those unknown Somalians.

Trying to prove your fake intellect has its own rewards. Believe me! You can get something like a mesmerizing hearty laugh to a sweet blushed compliment like “you are so stupid”. If you are lucky the reward ceremony can end up with a final note saying “I love you” also.... So “better luck next time” was in the air.

Sometime just to give a personal touch to the discussion, I used to query about weather at her place or what she had in lunch. The discussion of mouth watering dishes from her mom’s kitchen has always made me jealous of her. Along with many freedoms, staying bachelor has its own disadvantage like you will always crave to be in good book of an expert cook. And by coincidence she turned out to be one!

An avid fan of Jagjit Singh has suddenly changed his taste of music to land up with heavy metals. Brain Adams started ruling my music rack. Thanks to some hap friends I have. My experience with English music can naturally be tagged as “Forced listening”. This Govt. schooled guy has his own difficulty of understanding Uncle Sam’s phonetics, but why to worry when lyrics are overflowing in net. Oh! I forgot to mention she likes everything from purple to pink, I mean deep purple to Punk Floyd.

We are different! Opposite poles of earth .But still being in love, we wait for earth to crack!!!! And she, the one.

[NB: - Eureka!!! I am glad enough to declare my readers about my discovery of LP (Love Progression) series, which has a fair chance of sitting beside AP (arithmetic Progression), GP (Geometric Progression) and HP (Harmonic Progression) with equi-pride in the mathematical space. A quick research from the lab of love has astonishing and eyebrow raising results, like sine wave effortlessly represents LP series. Both the things are in such a sync, which obviously draws the controversy of “who came first”. But still time flows forward and love exists. My lab is actively working to take the understanding of LP to a higher level and utilize it to the betterment of whole human race. ]

Thanks for being the second reader who came till the end ...Obviously, she got here first.

I love my India........??

It was a usual day in the school where I worked as a teacher. It is a reputed school of my town. A huge infrastructure, an intellectual group of teachers on payroll, a strict principal and a self proclaiming (this is what I concluded later) human rights abiding management. Keeping to its proclamation, the school management decided to ban the sale of soft drinks in the school canteen since it is (yeah, that is true as well) hazardous to kids’ health. Media also flashed big news on how high pesticide levels in soft drinks are detected. Prejudiced as we always are, all teachers whole heartedly supported the ban.

Now, stop yawning on what’s the big deal about all this crap I am trying to feed you guys. ….just wait n keep reading……….

One day during lunch break I ordered a cup of tea from School canteen. The 12 years old boy who used to bring orders turned up and I was shocked to see that he was badly injured on the head, face & eyes. . I was shocked n asked him what happened. He told me that he had fallen from the roof while trying to catch a stray kite a days back. Still in a shock I asked him to go home and take rest. The poor boy almost skipped a heartbeat on this unexpected flair of sympathy, he was not used to and said, “ No Madamji ! I can’t”. On my further inquiry he revealed that his boss had flatly refused to let him go and threatened to deduct his salary if he fails to comply. I looked in his innocent young eyes which were two reservoirs of pain, apathy and helplessness. His timid lean body was a live painting of hurt and suffering. And that is when I thought and concluded the selfish and hypocrite patterns of our thoughts.

We, an intelligent lot at a very gracious renowned institute of learning… with hell lot of mechanism and resources have been always happy to roar murder on issues like soft drinks because they are bad for children who can afford buying them but we refuse to react and acknowledge the real problems which hundreds of children around us suffer on daily basis. We refuse to acknowledge the cruelties of child labour. We refuse to see and feel for that small tea canteen boy who had been denied not only a proper rest but also something which he deserves for being a child.

Promoting or manipulating Child labour is not only a social offence but an unforgivable sin.

The Little Red Hen-Modern version

Once upon a time, on a farm in Texas, there was a little red hen who scratched about the barnyard until she uncovered quite a few grains of wheat.
She called all of her neighbors together and said, "If we plant this wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who will help me plant it?"
"Not I," said the cow.
"Not I," said the duck.
"Not I," said the pig.
"Not I," said the goose.
"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen. And so she did; The wheat grew very tall and ripened into golden grain.
"Who will help me reap my wheat?" asked the little red hen.
"Not I," said the duck.
"Out of my classification," said the pig.
"I'd lose my seniority," said the cow.
"I'd lose my unemployment compensation," said the goose.
"Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen, and so she did.At last it came time to bake the bread."Who will help me bake the bread! ?" asked the little red hen."That would be overtime for me," said the cow."I'd lose my welfare benefits," said the duck."I'm a dropout and never learned how," said the pig."If I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination," said the goose."Then I will do it by myself," said the little red hen. She baked five loaves and held them up for all of her neighbors to see. They wanted some and, in fact, demanded a share. But the little red hen said, "No, I shall eat all five loaves."
"Excess profits!" cried the cow.
"Capitalist leech!" screamed the duck.
"I demand equal rights!" yelled the goose.
The pig just grunted in disdain.
And they all painted "Unfair!" picket signs and marched around and around the little red hen, shouting obscenities.
Then a government agent came, he said to the little red hen, "You must not be so greedy."
"But I earned the bread," said the little red hen.
"Exactly," said the agent. "That is what makes our free enterprise system so wonderful. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But under our modern government regulations, the productive workers must divide the fruits of their labor with those who are lazy and idle."
And they all lived happily ever after, including the little red hen, who smiled and clucked, "I am grateful, for now I truly understand,"
But her neighbors became quite disappointed in her. She never again baked bread because she joined the "party" and got her bread free.
And all the Democrats smiled. 'Fairness' had been established. Individual initiative had died, but nobody noticed; perhaps no one cared.....as long as there was free bread that "the rich" were paying for.

Running out of Dreams

Its real me...........I just wanted to jot down an incident in my life, which happened while morning walk.....




It was a beautiful morning.......I was on the way to my newly resolute morning walk. After crossing the highway,I turned towards the small wood to the northern border of habitation of my city.It is a minor wood - spread in around 4 km of area and mostly contains Eucalyptus, Sesame and jungle-berry trees.


The effects of fresh breeze and greenery around me impact fully swelled my mood and I felt happy and enthusiastic walking around in that last true signature of nature in my town. Suddenly, my gaze fall to a preaching,"Save a tree, grow a plant and make a friend for life". It was a good message and i , being considered an over-enthusiastically fond of animals and nature was supposed to feel good after reading this message.instead, i felt gloomy and pensive, a little annoyed as well........

can you guess, why???

I know its is difficult.......

Let me help you........it is just because the message was deeply craved on the tree by splintering out its skin.
.
....isn't that annoying!!

I think she loves me....

may be there is an innocent girl....so beautiful but slight dark....

she must be wishing to write me
but maybe her fingures keep trembling...

maybe while writing her pen fall down again n again...
maybe she lift up again n again,
after writnig my name in her books......

maybe she hold her finger between her teeth,
when she finds me smiling in her thoughts.....

maybe she suddenly wakes up in middle of the night with pounding heart
when i try to hold her hand.....
maybe she tries to free it with her blushing face....

maybe during those dreams she rolls herself in bed,
and let the pillow falls down the bed........

maybe there is an innocent.....
who loves me just like that......

PS. can you guess the source??

I wish.....I could.......

As I sat there in English class,
I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so-called "best friend".
I stared at her long, silky hair.
I wished she were mine, but she didn't notice me like that.
And I knew it. After class she walked up to me
and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before,
and I handed them to her.
She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I wanted to tell her.
I wanted her to know that I don't want to be just friends.
I love her, but I'm just too shy.
And I don't know why.
.........
.........

11th Grade

The phone rang.
It was her on the other end.
She was in tears,mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart.
She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone,
so Idid.
As I sat next to her on the sofa,
I stared at her soft eyes,wishing she was mine.
After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie,
andthree bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.
She looked at me,said "thanks,"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her.
I want her to know that……
I don't want to be just friends.
I love her, but I'm just too shy.
And I don't know why.....................


12th Grade

The day before prom she walked to my locker.
"My date is sick,"she said. He's not going to go.
Well, I didn't have adate and in 7th grade we made a promise......
that if neither of us had dates we would go together just as "best friends,"
so we did.
Prom night after everything was over
I was standing at her front doorstep.
I stared at her.
She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes.
I want her to be mine,
but she doesn't think of me likethat, and I know it.
Then she said, "I had the best time, thanks!"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her......
I to know that I don't want to be just friends.
I love her,but I'm just too shy.
And I don't know why.......
..............
...
Graduation Day

A day passed..... A week passed.........
A month passed..........
Before I could blink,
it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect body .........
floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma.
I wanted her to be mine,
but she didn't notice me like that,
and I knew it.
Before every one went home,
she came to me in her smock and hat,
and she cried as Ihugged her.
Then, she lifted her head from my shoulder
and said,"You're my best friend, thanks!"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her..........
I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends.
I love her, but I'm just too shy.
And I don't know why…


A Few Years Later............

Now, I sit in the pews of the church.
She is getting married, now.
I watched her say, "I do"
and drive off to her newlife,
marriedto another man.
I wanted her to be mine
but she didn't see me like that,
and I knew it.
But before she drove away,
she came to me and said, "You came!"
She said, "thanks!"
and kissed me on the cheek.
I want to tell her.
I want her to know that ...........
I don't want to be just friends.
I love her, but I'm just too shy.
And I don't know why...

Funeral .................

Yrs passed,
and I looked down
at the coffin of the girl
who used to be my best friend.

At the service they read a diary entry
she had wrote in her high school years.
..........
This is what it read:
I stare at him
wishing he were mine.
But he doesn't notice me like that,
and I know it. I want to tell him.
I want him to know that.......
I don't want to be just friends.
I love him, but I 'm just too shy,
and I don't know why............
I wish he would tell me he loved me…
.........
..I wish, I did too…........I thought to myself, and I cried.