Dream..

Dream..

The lights are out, as I prepare to sleep
Between the sheets I notice the soft
Warm moonlight streaming through
The window above my bed.

I pause and smile thinking of you and
The love we shared. I settle in clutching an
Extra pillow to my chest laying in this huge
Bed all alone. My thoughts drifting over the
Days events, the people I have talked to and those
I have missed. Things I did and things still that
Need to be done.

I think of how much I love you, how much
I miss you. I wonder if you are feeling
Well and doing all right. Smiling, I think
Of how I have watched your eyes light up in
Excitement, the look of anticipation in them.
Remembering the look of your smile as it crossed
Your face. How you made me feel so loved.
I think of the times we were together and the
Love we have shared as I continue to drift
in sleep.

During the night I feel you quietly crawl
In bed next to me, snuggling in, your warmth
Easing my fears, I feel your soft caresses and
Hear the words of tendernes and endearments.
Smiling I bask in the warmth and contentment of
Your love, then quietly continue to dream those
dreams we hoped to share.

Morning comes once again, as I slowly begin
To wake a tear slides down my cheek as I
Realize it was just a dream.
You are not there, and neither are
my dreams.

From: http://www.lovelypoems.com/Dream.shtml

Diwali Greetings!

Diwali..

Hello all! Wish you loadsa greetings, love and life on the occsion of this awesum festival of lights!

Cheers!

Essence of life..

Excerpt from the Speech given by Chetan Bhagat at Symbiosis..

Life is one of those races in nursery school where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same with life, where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.


One thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.

"Don't be serious, be sincere." !

(Thanks to Damsel..!)

Nostalgia..

There are times in life, when it hurts! There is a pain, not articulated in words. You are running on a track, in momentum.. And you realize, after all the running, you are still at the same place, as if you were running on a belt!

Memories haunt you when you least want them and they would desert you when you wana play around with them!

I am amazed at the life's duet..

The caravan..

वही कारवां, वही रास्ते, वही ज़िन्दगी के मरहले
मगर अपने-अपने मक़ाम पर, कभी तुम नहीं, कभी हम नहीं |
-शकील बदायुनी

vahii caaravaan, vahii raaste, vahii zindagii ke marhale
magar apne-apne maqaam par, kabhii tum nahiin, kabhii hum nahiin
-Shakil Badayuni

The same caravan, the same roads, the same vicissitudes of life
But sometimes you don't reach your destination, sometimes I don't..!

(From the email of Mr. Manish Modi)