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There it stands elegantly, in the still dark sky… Each night accompanying a new ally, Sometimes with the twinkling stars, Sometimes beside a drifting cloud, Igniting every single life with vigor… There it stands elegantly, in the still dark sky… Each night in a different guise, Sometimes in gentle silver, Sometimes in frenzy crimson, Portraying different colours of life… There it stands elegantly, in the still dark sky… Each night bestowing all, with its divine light, Sometimes embellishing the trees, with its shimmer, Sometimes becoming some poet’s inspiration, Instilling every single heart with romance… There it stands elegantly, in the still dark sky… Each night heeding a new story, Retaining with it countless feelings… Feelings of a heart, freshly fallen in love… Feelings of a heart, shattered by betrayal… There it stands elegantly, in the still dark sky…

The morning sun rays, chasing their way out of the mist, Beads of dew drops, resting peacefully in the lap of green leafs, The afternoons shimmered up with the gentle sunshine, Getting amalgamated with the musk, Like the lovers from the eternity, Turns my eyes towards the winters approaching By my side. The dusky sky filled up with the vibrant colors, of the setting sun, bidding goodbye, And a hazy view of the city wrapped up In a fog sheet, Turns my eyes towards the winters approaching  By my side. The divine sound of the Christmas carols,  Blended up with the buzzing cold westerlies, The pines covered with the snow flakes, And the window panes decorated With the evening dew, Turns my eyes towards the winters approaching By my side. And I sit back and admire the transitions Occurring around,  Eagerly waiting for the New year stepping forward With new hopes and dreams budding in Inside my heart…

Watching the sunrise,  with every ray of sun forming, a pattern   Is beautiful… Beautiful is the silent river surrounded by the mountains ,all around…  Falling down on the terrace,  watching the stars twinkle   Is beautiful… Beautiful is the divine lamp, Glossing in the dusk… Driving along the road, with the green water of a river flowing beside   Is beautiful… Beautiful are the colors Embossing a butterfly… Walking on an endless road, with cool breeze kissing the face   Is beautiful… Beautiful is the snow, Covering a mountain cliff… Looking at the rain drops, Falling down from the heaven   Is beautiful… Beautiful are the little flowers, Blushing out of a bush… Beauty is what admires Us all… Beauty is what cheers Us all… Beautiful is the Mother Nature, Assuring us of the tranquility… Assuring us of the love… Assuring us of the brightness… Beauty is what surrounds Us all…

Deep down their lies, A fear, A fear of the unknown, A fear of the unpredictable… A fear, A fear of losing a dear one... A fear, A fear of not living up to the expectations, of the loved ones… A fear, A fear of confessing… A fear, A fear of getting misjudged… A fear, A fear of losing a relationship, to a misunderstanding… A fear, A fear of taking a bold decision… And as the life goes on, all these anxieties keep piling on, And then there, stems up a few moments, Moments when all we want to do, is to just cry it all out,   all alone… without any contemplations or apprehensions just cry it all out, and let all the pain and fear go off with the tears…

This dark night is imbibed with a strange stillness…  And I stand here, gazing at the lights far off.. Far off that I can’t reach Far off, that they all look alike,  Look alike, from the place where I stand... Be it the lights on a desolate highway Be it the lights in a crowded night club Be it the lights of a posh flat Be it the lights of a shantytown house Far off, that they all look alike, Look alike, from the place where I stand... But each having a different story to tell… A story that I don’t know, But a story that I can imagine … The story of a truck driver on a desolate highway, Moving on all alone in the dark night Just to have a morning… A morning that may start with a smile on his daughter’s face… The story of  a young man sitting all drunk, in the night club, trying to solace himself Of the betrayal he got… The story of  a deceived bride in a posh flat, With tears rolling down her eyes… The eyes that deserved drea

It is easier to live with your fears, than to fight them… But the real life is all about, trailing them away… A fascinating life bids for dreaming big And to chase that dream hard… Even if it takes to keep , all that you have at stake, You should not hesitate… It is easier to take a snag free path, than an arduous one… But the real life is all about, taking up a road never chosen… A fascinating life bids for contriving, a new key to each lock,   you encounter while moving on… It is easier to close your eyes, And pretend that everything is alright… But the real life is all about, Giving a hard eye to every hitch, hovering around... A fascinating life bids for satisfying, Every single spark igniting In your mind... B y giving it whatever it takes to define yourself, A definition which has some meaning... Some meaning for you ,some meaning for others… It easier to live with your fears, than to fight them... But real life is all about trailing them away…

There is a part of our heart, a part that beats for  the same reason Deep down there lies a part of us, a part that has  same desire… a desire to love some one and to be loved back…  same dream a dream to make one’s parents’ the happiest People on Earth… same fear a fear of losing a relationship to a, misunderstanding…  same ambition an ambition to bring about a change, a change that may count for one and for all… Deep down there is always a confluence of different feelings… feelings of joy… of sorrow… of bewilderment… of trust… of betrayal… There is a part of our heart A part that beats for  the same reason…

Talks are cheap but life’s not. Life is precious and worthy, it must be respected and loved as who can say that the coming moment will be the one which is going to change it all, the pain of losing a loved one is tender. When the newspaper speaks of the death tolls in a terrorist attack or a bus accident or a young boy losing it all in an accident, for a moment it seems how unpredictable this life is, how an instant changes it all and all doors to meet the person who defined your existence once are closed and you are left with a lot of talking moments and so many flash backs. How strange it appears that we plan so much about our future, how the things will be when we turn 25, when the strange truth is that we can’t even predict about tomorrow and this is the point which presents the fact that everything around is just a delusion. We lead a life where everything is ours yet we own nothing.  These lines correctly portrays it all “who can say where the road goes, where the day flows”

There is a life waiting   Next door … A life where today's live class room drama, Will transform into tomorrow’s mind’s eye… A life where today's regular faces,  will become tomorrow’s rare ones… And there is this life, bidding good bye  at My door … A life where I painted my canvas with different colors… A life which will be leaving me, with several talking moments, to cherish with forever… A life where numerous  words are going to be left unsaid... And lots of feelings bound… A life which began with, a few dreams... A life which will be concluding, with a few realities… There is a life waiting Next door … And there is this life Bidding good bye at My door

Today was a great day in the face of Indian Republic. Team Anna as well as the government along with all the opposition parties showed a great negotiation spirit in agreeing to the demands of Team Anna so as to pass a highly vigilant and robust Jan Lokpal Bill. One thing that can’t be denied is that this movement has brought corruption to the day to day discussion of the common man and has no doubt made the people in power aware of the strength of the people who have brought them up, there.  It has made the politicians aware of the fact that people would not allow them to carry out their wrong and corrupt deeds every 5 year of their ruling period. People have finally understood that the meaning of democracy goes beyond just the election of their representative every 5 year and then occupying a back seat and watch the government, dance on its own tune of corruption, they have rather become aware of their right to question any misdemeanor of government to prevent another CWG, 2G or KG

The whole of the Jan Lokpal bill and the protest to pass this bill has taken me through a roller coaster of brain storming about both the sides of the bill, the government side as well as the civil society side and what I realized is that there is a part of me which support the team Anna and their good will to pass this bill, but at the same time there is this other side of me having some if’s and but’s about the same. Some people are advocating the point that PM should not be under the Lok pal scanner, we must have to trust someone. But after the Bofors, CWG, 2 G scam, which were directly under PMO , common Man is now afraid of trusting any more. We trusted and what we got is yet another scam. So this is high time that this bill which has remained due since last 42 years is passed in the parliament with the PM under the scanner. There have been long and extensive debates on this bill from a long time , 8 standing committees have already reviewed this bill and the government is say

Jab jab dard ka baadal chaya Jab ghum ka saya lehraya Jab aansoo palkon tak aya Jab yeh tanha dil ghabraya Humne dil ko yeh samjhaya ...Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai Duniya mein yunhi hota hai Yeh jo gehre sannate hain Waqt ne sabko hi baante hain Thoda ghum hai sabka qissa Thodi dhoop hai sabka hissa Aankh teri bekaar hi nam hai Har pal ek naya mausam hai Kyun tu aise pal khota hai Dil aakhir tu kyun rota hai Ye Jo Pyar Bhari Chanv hai Jiske liye ye sara jeeven qurban hai Teri Annkon me mujhe wo nazar aata hai Kabhi Sooraj Ki Dhoop Sa To Kabhi Chand Ki Chawo Sa nazar aata hai Kabhi terii un Namm aankon me sama jata hai To Kabhi teri yado ke sayee me kho jata hai Kaash tu bhi ye dil ko samjha pata Ki Dil to akkhir Dil he issi liye wo rota hai Kisi apne ki yado me wo khota hai...

It always feels good in listening to the words like “dil jaise dhadake dhadakane do” but why is it so difficult to contrivance such things in reality, why is reality always different from all the beautiful stories, which once inspired us in some way or the other and which always have a happy ending… why is there always a dilemma between what to do and what not to, between which way to chose.  Why do we think so much before accomplishing our dreams why can’t we let it go why is there too much of thinking before pursuing happiness. Many a times I wonder…why do we think a lot about each and every thing and I wonder how much fun will it be if we let the things come our way as surprises , why is there always too much of planning before every small thing occurring in our life. Sometimes it seems that the time when browsing the black white album used to be fun, when power cuts in the night meant a bunch of friends roaming around in the dark streets chasing for fire flies was much better than

We say life’s not fair While complaining about the flavor less food in the mess While we are not able to get a seat to sit on a railway platform While criticizing the system for making us stand in a long queue at a movie theatre We say we are confused Confused of not knowing Which attire to purchase for a friend’s wedding Confused in choosing a restaurant to party Among all these complaints And confusions   Can we all just stop for a moment And look around…   Look around for   the construction worker who is in fact unaware if he will be able to   get two time bread and a room to sleep and relax each morning he wake up... look around for the maid who don’t even have two piece clothing to cover herself up who feels stranded of not being able to buy even a mango on her child’s demand... we say we are bewildered bewildered about which dream to chase and which direction to pursue In between this thought   juggling stop for a moment and look around   look around for all those destitute boys

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Staring into the stillness of the dark sky... ruminating about all the questions... questions that have always been left unanswered... cogitating about all the words... words that have always been left unsaid... my heart starts sinking deep inside... It seems as if I’m confined confined into an open cage... a cage whose keys are lost... lost somewhere with in the folds of my mind... and each time I try to find a way out... I run into an immense Confluence of emotions... Sometimes of joy... sometimes of sorrow... Sometimes of fear... sometimes of guilt... Sometimes of love... sometimes of hatred... Sometimes of trust... sometimes of deception... And each time I find my self Foiled up with a mask... And as I try to put away this mask I end up in another one.... And those questions always remain unanswered.. and those words always unsaid…

As these days I'm having much of the free time...so my mind is babbling around doing strange stuffs..today I started roaming around the whole world in my imagination indeed as I don't have any other option so I started googling and ended up with the following stuff which I thought of sharing with you all...so pack your bags and move around...:) 10) UNITED KINGDOM UK holidays are at their peak and this trend is set to continue for some time to come. Finances, Volcanic ash clouds, airport strikes and bad weather have been Keeping passengers feet firmly on the ground. Holiday camps as Butlins, Haven, Pontins and CentreParcs have been welcoming many more Britains through their gates. 9) SPAIN (IBIZA) Ibiza has always been a popular destination with tourists from the 18- 30s crowd, to couples with young families the island also caters to the elderly and disabled. Ibiza's Night clubs are considered the best in the world and more often than not you will find some of the world

Silent is the sky Silent is the moon Silent are the stars Silent are the leaves on the trees Silent are the rain drops falling down from the heaven Silent is the Earth Silent is your heart and so as mine But somewhere in the depth of this silence hidden are the words of love Words of the sky to the moon That it will be its embrace till eternity... Words of the stars to the leaves That they will keep on gladdening them with their soothing shimmer... Words of the rain drops to the Earth That they will always come down to comfort her when she is drenched with the heat... Words of my heart to yours That I will always be your hope your dream your support your shadow your fantasy and every thing that you need ... Silent are the words of love Silent is your heart And so as mine… 

Clock’s ticking… Bang…it’s “00:00” Echoes of hostel birthday songs Buzzing in my ears… In the never ending silence of the night… While I’m reading Dickens’ in my solitary study … It’s “03:00”… And a blur picture of two girls gossiping on the terrace… is fading away somewhere along the long deserted road While I’m gazing out of my bed room window … It’s “08:00” Long lines in the washroom … is dwindling away…  in the stirs of my hot coffee While rushing for the office… It’s “09:00”… A picture of a bunch of students speeding up near the canteen to avoid late attendance … is tailing off somewhere… In the mad traffic of Mumbai… It’s “11:00”… A sketch of lousy class room … is fainting away… in the pile of Files evenly stacked on my table… It’s “13:00” A long rail of girls clamoring for chapattis … is getting amalgamated with live media music of my office café … It’s “18:00”… And a flick of the gang of baski chaps Dodging and shooting in the court… is fading away… with my hurtling On the t

A new PAKISTANI MOVIE, BOL, which I recently came across and felt like blogging a bit about it...  Bol is Shoaib Mansoor's second dramatic breakthrough of revealing life with its complexities. After Khuda Kay Liye, that went on to win several international awards, Bol is another gripping story authored by him. A story that shows the realities of life very closely. The web of relationships within a family that barely makes ends meet. On top of the poverty the father subscribes to a set of values many would relate to…Values that we inherit and tightly hold on to, values that embody contradictions, values that have not been questioned. Bol is a roller coaster of emotions, yet carries subtleties that make your heartbeat stop. Based in the heart of Lahore, the story takes place in a house full of daughters, with vibrancy of life, yet restrictions on blooming. It questions the worth of a human being, may it be a woman or a person born with defect. It questions the authority of reproduc

Some days are bright... Some days are dark... Some days make you feel that it’s truly heaven here Some days prove that even hell could be better  When an innocent boy is taken away from his home and is doled out with guns in his little hands... When a mother loses her son in some terrorist attack... When a brother sees his traumatized sister’s dead body shattered into pieces... When a father fails to prevent his young son from getting submitted to drugs... When a wife loses her Loving husband in a war... When an Earth quake takes away Millions of lives in a click’s instant… But then comes the other days the days filled up with Love and care The days which provide warmth to the numb hands... The days which give strength to roll back against all odds... The days when all heads are bowed down in prayers... The prayers to kiss away the pain of the humanity... The prayers which  know no boundary... The prayers which know Only the cause… Some days are bright Some days are dark….