The voice within

The time to relish most, the cause to raise a toast your success is the thing we've always wanted to host. The reason to give us joy and sadness fade and die you made our day today can't stop laughing how hard I try. A day that's made for you a day so fresh and new seeming as lovely as drops of dew its your success in air that flew. My heart now wishes to yell to hold you in arms and tell I want to wish you today my friend a future you enjoy till end.

I still am waiting for my dawn to break, when I'll be granted all the wishes that I make. When I will lead my life wherever I want and when there will be no restrictions and no bonds. The time that I wait is when I have no fetter the time that won't come as a fact of matter. The chains and the fetters do always come but still why I have a Nil Desparandum? My hopes have shattered and dreams blown away the path ahead is dark and for light do I pray. But hardly ever have my prayers been answered why its always me who's left lost and concerned. I do believe in plans that you have made for me perhaps that's why I grew, whatever failure it would be. Why then you always want to test my trust in you so make me compromise always in everything I do. Every next time my efforts, I increase, so that I, just once, can make you please. To make you look at me with a smile in your face to put your hands on me and help me win the race. I am tired now of having my failures being accepted ...

This poem is dedicated to my PARENTS.....but those who have someone very close to their heart, would be able to relate this poem to them....hope you like it... Distances ahead, the pain of separation, I'm not ready to be in aloof ed condition. I thought I was strong, I'll manage through, but in my heart I know, I will miss you..... It's years we're together through all toughs and odds, with you being my strength and my reason not to sob. Who'll wipe my tears now as you used to do, in my heart I know, I will miss you.... You made me take the first step of my life, you taught me to walk, to run and to strive. Now my steps are moving away from you, in my heart I know, I will miss you..... I shared with you all things in my heart, my best friend were you and my sweetheart. I want forever to share things false and true, in my hearth I know, I will miss you..... With you being around, I felt a hand over me, a soothing lap and two arms of security. I'll miss those arms...

Some incidents, some days, some adventures in life are meant not to be faded away from our minds. They remain as fresh as flowers through the years passing by. These memories keep cherishing you in your whole life. The last night was one such big thing for me that would occupy a special place in my mind throughout my life. 6 th April.... a disastrous day for the world because it accreted the number of idiots in this world by one. Yes it was the day when i came to this world. In short and sweet language 6 th April is my birthday J . Till last year I was not very influenced by the advent of this day. Usually took it as just a day when I become special for one day for my people around. But this year I don’t know why was I excited so much. As the hands of clock were approaching to strike 12 midnight my excitement was taking its pace. I was not in a mood to study (thought my exams days were just a few miles away). As the clock struck 12 two phone calls (together) made their way. On la...

Yet another day in college and I have something new to post on my blog….I swear… if someday I get a booker award or so in poetry…the whole credit would go to our very efficient college teachers….this time the topic is not a very novel one… I don’t know when my blog will get saturated with the same kinda posts on friends….perhaps never….so …. In my memory lane four years back, I see myself as a stupid idiot ass. No one to laugh and to cry with, Living as if in life, there’s only me. A 12th grade girl being too lax, Let the people around show their backs. Let them be angry or don’t talk to me, Are they my friends, caring I must be? Too proud to be such an idiot recluse, To be left alone, I had no blues. Why should I care for anyone around? I had my parents and family to count. But now as four years have passed by, The life brought me too downs and highs. Now I have more people to count To miss and search them when they aren’t around. On my swear I was not like this, If fought with someon...

Before anyone reads this…i need to tell…i am not a poet…its just the agonies and the pathetic condition of a student written in rhyming pattern. But anyways….we are engineers…we’ve learnt to face all the difficult situations and then also carry our ‘don’t care’ attitude….i wrote this poem one of the periods when the teacher was busy assuming that each student is paying attention to him/her…though i know there were only few of them actually doing this…..and rest of them may be writing few more poems or stories….so here i go…. Sitting in the FO class, my heart sank, GOD!!!!! This is the third period I’m sitting blank. Lost my habit of listening in the class All that I do is looking people who pass. All subjects jotted down in one single copy, Whether it is PSA, FO or µP. I know not what is going in the class, Everything seems to be absurd and crass. Each period and each day passes, With tensions increasing in heaps and masses. First unit today and second unit tomorrow, Are being finished...

AAL IZZ WELL .That’s what the people of India love to say these days. This phrase has become the argot of every homo sapien residing in India. Everybody, the students in special, want to be an IDIOT and if at all there is a discrepancy, a failure somewhere, then there is surely a panachea, an elixir to fix them all and that is AAL IZZ WELL We saw the movie 3 idiots and definitely each one of us wants to be ‘Ranchhod Das Shyamaldas Janchad’. But did anyone pay heed to a confession or statement alleged by Sharman Joshi alias Raju……’including the end semester exams we have 42 tests in an year’. That simply means on an average basis 3.5 tests per month which also includes the paramount end semester exams. Who on earth will study for these exams and tests which knock our doors every 10 to 15 days like a fortnight tabloid???? Everyone here cannot be like Rancho, unscrewing the nuts for the whole session and then sitting in the first row, just net to the Dean and posing for a photograph… As a...