Yellagiri Hills ...Pooja's B'day ..

At wee hours in the mornin ,
D gal's house had a crowd formin ..
All ready,steady and charged up,
to transform her day to cherished trip..

The notion of a 1 one trip sounded surreal,
But we set forward our foot with utmost zeal,
To keep up the energy was initially tough,
And the tracks on the disc were plainly nt enough..

Thus began the age old Antakshri,
Unravelling the old reminiscent songs,
That sweet, melodious but manly THARKI..

The trekking location appeared a disguise,
Giving weary troubles to us - The AC guys`...

Our grand finale was the waterfall,
Wherein one fat old uncle and his soap,
Imperviously caught all our attention ,
Sabotaging all our efforts to enthrall,

En route back was a deja-vu affair,
The underdogs giving competition to the international players,
And then began the great session on BAKWAAS,
where everyone's castle was pinned to grass..

Dead as a duck we reached back ,
And today thy read my 2 Cents on the same old track..

A Memoir ... I Remember her...

With the world around changing swiftly,
i stay standstill waiting for her,
with time dying away slowly..
i challenge its pace,
reconstructing moments spent with her.

with every passing day,
when the chameleon turned sky,
changes its color rapidly,
and marks the arrival
of another lonely night,
i look up to the sky and confess...
that i miss her...

but i wont break,
my belief in her
would never shake,
'coz somewhere deep down i know,

that no matter how late she is,
wherever she is,
she would be doing d same too!!!
yes, i do remember her...

Only you ...

When the first ray of light,
struts in the darkness of the sky,
and when even a minuscule hope,
can strengthen us to live by,
then,i feel u...

if an understanding of faith,
is enough to instill peace and tranquility
beyond man-made restrictive boundaries,
and resolve every warring issue,
then,i pray u..

When even a petite reward,
can gift someone a glint in the eye,
and when the vision of mankind,
deters to differ amongst man & men,
then,i see u..

if very happiness around me,
owes its existence to u,
and all the goodness in my life,
is a reminiscence of u..
then for sure : I love you...

Just a few days back I traveled in the Sleeper Class compartment of a train from Delhi to Lucknow ... Have jotted down some observations from that venture of mine...

The Journey

Aloof in the madness of this hustle-bustle,
As I sit and observe this niche world,
It boils my beliefs as if in a tussle,
Elucidating the fissure between the implied and the real...

The diversity of this vicinity,
Could put even the most renowned writers in confusion,
To bring justice to any description,
Of the similarity here in every variety..

Some spots of chewed paan,
Accompanied by the litter and the oil,
And others which is simply not able to comprehend,
Owe the existence of the colored passage with a unique blend..

Here , some erstwhile indifferent souls meet,
within the next second , they exchange a warm greet,
And are then overpowered by the enigma of the situation,
Transforming them into an incessantly chatting generation..

A constant music is perpetually thrown in,
through the alternating highs and lows ,
of the octaves created by the natural humming and churning,
of machine coupled with an array of men,
stacked up in identical rows..

This place sure has an aura enveloping it,
Where all the socio-cultural barriers are discarded,
and all the rifts go in vain..
Its neither a temple, nor a church or a mosque..
Just a Sleeper-Class compartment from a train !!

I Me Myself !!

hey everyone....

I would not give an intro of myself ( which usually is the main content for the first post of a blog ) , but just want to iterate that am using the space below to express some of my thoughts penned in words....

So am hoping against hopes that you guys are patient enough to go through the following posts...and request to chip in your comments too..