My world...dreams and questions....

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Woh paas hai

khilte phool ko dekhkar laga
uska komal ehsaas hai saath mere
suraj ki madham hoti roshni ne bola
uski pyaar ki lau hai saath tere
shaam ne odhi laalima si chadar
uske pyaar ke rang ho liye saath mere
taaron se milti raat ne kaha
uske jazbaat hai saath tere
hawaa ne gungunata hua geet gaya
woh nahi, uska dil hai paas tere
itni dooriyan ho kar bhi
woh paas hai, hai saath mere
itrati hoon main is baat pe haan,
woh paas hai, hai saath mere ....

I am missing him desperately....

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My 100th Post

This is my 100th post on Blogger. Umm, I lost my previous blog entirely.

What in days I have that I'd like to remember
And what in life do I have to forget forever?
For moving on is a part of life
And one who lives not this part of life
Is one who strives to live others, but can't.

What, in circumstances do I have to face
And what in pleasures do I have to trace?
For one life is a little too much
And awkwardly too less to embrace
Him, His character and His grace.


Saturday, May 12, 2007

Neend ya khwaab ?

For the past some days, my MSN and GTalk carry a message "dekhte hain pehle kaun aata hai - neend ya khwaab"

Khwaab is more real than the most realistic dream i've dreamt of... And neend ofcourse is self-explanatory.

At this time of the day (umm, night, i'd rather say it to be), when I am exhausted after a hectic day at work and travel, I do sincerely wait for whoever comes first to me - my dream or my sleep. It's so happening that sleep's faster to come almost every single day ... and the coming of dream before sleep actually takes me by surprise, rare as it may be, but whenever that happens.

Does sleep care more for me so as to approach me and caress me tenderly? I dare not think that, because it is but the dream that I wait for. Dream's disappointing.

It's 2:06 a.m. EST, Saturday 12th May, 2007. Sleep's been enticing me for the past one hour and a half. But the hope of being with the dream before I go to sleep has, like most other days, been shattered.

Dream doesn't care I guess. Dream's going to be there even when sleep is there (even though that would be an unconscious and unaware-of presence) ; so perhaps it doesn't care as much as I would love it to.

2:11 a.m. Good Night World!

Off and on

Thanks to all the people who've been enquiring about me ... :)
Nothing serious I assure you - it's just that my mind wanders farther than it should. Just that my heart doesn't want to believe the things my mind "confirms" ....
This post is just to make you acquainted with whatever's going on in my life on a very exterior level. My studies at University are done; I am expecting my grades in about a week from now and I am expecting to graduate in June, meaning I'll be (hopefully) having my convocation in June. Before I was done with school, I had a job offer in my hands, so I have been working full time for a month now. My position was a contract position initially, which was expected to end in October. But things had been going really well, so I had been offered a full time position at the place in my 3rd week of work.
And it wasn't unevitable of people to ask, "tumhare paas paisa hai, pyaar hai, degree hai, naukri hai - What else do you need to be happy?" Human wants and desires keep on exceeding depending on how much more they are getting. God knows that there's just one thing that I've asked from Him since I don't know how long. But as some of my posts imprudently blurt out, He's unlistening these days.
Leaving that aside, my journey to my workplace and back takes about 3 hours in all and that possibly means three hours of my life daily Monday to Friday are wasted in nothing but watching people monotonously and smelling various scents in the more-than-needed warm buses. But I've decided to utilize that time slot by doing some reading, which as a habit had been long forgotten during the course of my higher education. I've finished reading "Londonstani" by Gautam Malkani and "Eleven Minutes" by Paulo Coelho. Now I've gotten back to the classic by Jane Austen, "Pride and Prejudice". Oh! and I must speak highly of the way she writes.
I've watched some movies recently. Ta Ra Rum Pum left me in a terrible mood, because it dawned upon me that not everyone is destined to win in this destitute life, and that not every father can win a car race when it is the one thing he'd most desperately be wanting for whatever reasons. Every father tries, but there's really something with God. He chooses some "Champ's" father to win and some "Non-Champ's" father to lose or keep on fighting for Non-Champ for the rest of his life.

And I guess, that's it... Wishing you all survived this storm of feelings and realities.... Cheers all!!!!