so much to say

your presence makes me happy every single day
your absence..feels me...heart isn't with me

(waiting)
how long shall I wait for you like this..
my eyes are searching all the time for u..
now...
my eyes are getting blurred
pain is spreading..
My restlessness is doubling,

Still, somewhere inside me,
there is a little hope remaining..
u will appear..somewhere here..
somewhere here only,I became unconscious...

God proved he is the real god
the weather changed..
it was cool and lovely breez..
Clouds are moving..i Have seen the Moon

sky please tell me what should I do,Iam speechless..
Eyes are shy as Moon passes..
Face is nervousness as moon passes..
the heart is scared..
how to say his(heart) story..
so much to say...

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Visual Poetry

Light the fire.

Strike the match and set the flame.

To change.

To life.

To living...

feel my fish(es) feel

I joined late in the silent pool(like hurry jump into pool),a while later i observed all fish eyes speaking noisily.the weather and all the fish in that pool so damn chaos,i acclimatised to the weather in while and noticed the storm.

the storm tide rippeled the calm part of the sea pool,too many fish with rigid,some are despite the long period never acquired a rigid (like me) got terrible,fry (baby)fish brain brutally damaged.

After storm

everyday life is getting harder..for fish(es)..living outta water..can’t breath can’t digest.everyday it is the same panic about survive.after storm

i am looking around daily,the fish(es) life starts drifting..one another pass day.all my fish friend are slowly moving… finally and i realize the tide has got me..felt my fish friends feel,till my heart stops..and my brain tiers…


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Bekarar Dil

Kal Dard Se Nafrat Ho Gayi Thi
……………

Kyun raaton ko main ab chain se so na sakoon
Kyun aata nahi mujhe din mein bhi chain sukoon
Kyun aisa hota hai main khud se hi baatein karoon….
……………….

Phir Aaj Mohabbat Ho Gayi Hai
Jismon Se Zyada Der Kabhi
Parchhain Door Nahin Rehti…
……………….
Dil.. Ye Bekarara Kyun hai…

My forgotten skill

Now that I’ve moved from Hyderabad to Bangalore,Now I know I’m not the only one who has stopped handwriting letters. Most post offices around the world are in terminal decline. Those in your backyard are employing all kinds of creative tactics to stay afloat. In one outpost in Mylapore,The Times of India reported, postal employees dispatched 500,000 hall tickets for candidates appearing in a government exam. If you spot a Bangalore resident at a post office, he/she is more likely there to register themselves for a Unique Identification Number than to bid adieu to a handcrafted letter. Last year many of our post offices even started selling gold coins. I used to be great at writing letters, especially when I am feeling lonely.I feel the finest conversation one can have with is the self. When I left home for the first time to study in a District in Andhra Pradesh. I will never forget the one letter which I got from a friend where he dispassionately detailed a personal tragedy that changed him forever—and made me cry?and then shared how he recovered from it. Now my communication with friends was built email-by-email or built by-mobil.Post offices may be dying, but the art of letter writing isn’t. Email,Face Book and Twitter,Blogging e.t.c is the best thing that ever happened to letter writing. No more waiting every day at 3pm for the postman to show up, no more “getting lost in the mail” phenomenon, no more bank-holiday-related delays. There’s also email’s instant reply advantage(except when you don’t reply),Yet nowadays, most of my replies to friends read like this: “God I miss you too. So much. Will write a longer email in a couple of days. Love you.” And then I pray they will continue to be my friends. Does emails can make you to feel the pain?Does Social network,micro blogging shares your pain??

Being kind is more important than being right

When you are young, you are naïve. You think that the world is inhabited by good-hearted kids as yourself, that everyone is like you and has your mental qualities, abilities and peeves. You cannot understand how someone can be so different from yourself, have different aptitudes, prefer different games and have different choices. It is only when you are much older that you realise that there are types and types of people and that they all have different standards, values and morals. And then you realise that you can never understand them. Many months ago, I met a 50 plus professional who had gone through life never believing that he had ever done a wrong; he was firm that it had always been the other person’s fault. If he had not been a spectacular success, it was the fault of his parents who did not set him up in business. If he was a mere dabbler in the stock market, and was not a mover and shaker, it was because his parents did not give him their sizeable funds to handle; they preferred to salt it away in bank deposits. If he could not leverage his landed property, it was because of his siblings who did not give him the rights to jointly sell out their share with his. And if he was becoming crotchety at home, it was because of his wife! His spouse tells me that he had been committing blunder after blunder in the two decades of marriage, but had never seen reason; firmly arrogating to himself the title of being above and beyond everyone in the house. Slowly, very slowly, he destroyed the happiness in the families, but he still does not see it. In fact, the wife says that he has never apologised to anyone in the quarter century of their married life! In a similar vein, I also know another person in the same age group who has never understood the concept of arguing. He believes that an argument is a battle which he has to win at all costs. And win he does, but at great vexation to his friends as he does not understand his hectoring ways are gnawing at the roots of friendship. Frankly, I don’t think that he cares for anything except winning arguments. The cause of such behaviour lies in egos which are so fragile and bruised that they cannot accept another person’s point of view, much less concede that they could be in error. Such an ego has got it so wrong by believing that it gets diminished if it apologises. An apology is a proof that you have conquered your ego; it clears your heart and makes you realise that it is human to err. It also means that you value your relationships more than your ego. And in a related way, it is critical to realise that being kind is more important than being right. After all, no one will remember the next day who won the argument. But they will definitely recall your kindness for a long time.

That's Just Me

I have been wandering off a lot lately Got stuck inside the oblivion of thoughts. I am trying to reach out for something Which I haven’t yet imagined about. Complex, frustrated, crazy, confused – Is what they call me. I simply pay no heed and walk on. But inside me, deep inside, there is something, That I myself have not been able to understand, That am desperately trying to. Words hate me, time has left me. Am all struggling to get out (in the world), The way people want me to. But for what? I ask. Friendship? Respect? Attention? Love? "All I want is a little understanding" – says my stupid heart. And I lie back to fall sleep And let this Disturbed mind calm down. And after all these, someone will come and state – "You and your addled mind." But that’s just me. Like it or not.