Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.
How much i adore this poem by robert frost, each word has a deep rooted meaning, the simplicity of words can make u admire his poetry at the surface level but try to invade the beauty of depth of his words........gradually, we all become engrossed in the rut of life & forget to admire the divine.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Time and tide waits for none!
Its so important to say the right thing at the right time else all one does in life is to regret.Often we ignore the most commonly heard idioms " a stich in time saves nine "and forget to follow its essence in day to day life , the consequence of which becomes the euphemism for us in life. Time mocks, tide passes and all that is left are a few glances. ......................Respect time, its now or never.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The "Living" Grave..........!
Death brings an end to life......
the anxiety, the curiosity,the lavishness, the bitterness, the ups and downs , the highs and lows.....everything vanishes, when death mows.
We all mourn the dead but forget to add that peace be with him.........he let goes of the life, he led. No one ever prays to this affect and I often wonder ,what the dead thinks when his life defacts????
The dead takes to his grave, all his desires, all his designs, his shattered dreams, his life's realms, his forgotten glory,his untold story, his half baked desires, his unsaid ires, His heart holds all the secrets, then why the world thinks, he is put to peace????
The coffin holds only his physical form, the real grave has his heart as a dorm.
The dead cannot move talk or even breathe but have all the time in the world to pay himself.......heed.
Death eluded me, Life excluded me, the place I stand at was never meant to be. Confusion, evasion, erosion of emotions are on the roll while my life witnesses me still standing tall.These words were never put to pen, never expected to escape their den, then , why the hell, reality dawned this hue, why life made me realize........... my heart is a grave too!!!
the anxiety, the curiosity,the lavishness, the bitterness, the ups and downs , the highs and lows.....everything vanishes, when death mows.
We all mourn the dead but forget to add that peace be with him.........he let goes of the life, he led. No one ever prays to this affect and I often wonder ,what the dead thinks when his life defacts????
The dead takes to his grave, all his desires, all his designs, his shattered dreams, his life's realms, his forgotten glory,his untold story, his half baked desires, his unsaid ires, His heart holds all the secrets, then why the world thinks, he is put to peace????
The coffin holds only his physical form, the real grave has his heart as a dorm.
The dead cannot move talk or even breathe but have all the time in the world to pay himself.......heed.
Death eluded me, Life excluded me, the place I stand at was never meant to be. Confusion, evasion, erosion of emotions are on the roll while my life witnesses me still standing tall.These words were never put to pen, never expected to escape their den, then , why the hell, reality dawned this hue, why life made me realize........... my heart is a grave too!!!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Straight from the heart..................SORRY!
How do I tell you I'm sorry -With a gesture, a look, a touch?
How is it I never realized I hurt you so very much?
I do not ask forgiveness,A comfort I'll never deserve.
I merely want to let you know,But I cannot find the nerve.
To finally confront you, face-to-face,To look you in the eye,
To face your wrath, your apathy -Too terrified to try.
You called me selfish, I turned away,
I festered and I fled;
Cutting and wounding and lashing out,Just to see if you bled.
Betraying and deceiving you,I surely had no right.
To snatch away such a precious gem;A dark thief in the night.
Twenty six years and forever passed
To bring us to this day,When I present these simple words
I never thought to say.
The time has come, it's long past due,To put aside my fear;
Would this confession torture you,Or have you longed to hear?
To hear those two forbidden words,To vanquish all the pain,To understand my dearest wish:To befriend you once again.
The years aged me remarkably,
Though they have not made me wise;
I do know I erred irrevocably -For that I apologize.
How is it I never realized I hurt you so very much?
I do not ask forgiveness,A comfort I'll never deserve.
I merely want to let you know,But I cannot find the nerve.
To finally confront you, face-to-face,To look you in the eye,
To face your wrath, your apathy -Too terrified to try.
You called me selfish, I turned away,
I festered and I fled;
Cutting and wounding and lashing out,Just to see if you bled.
Betraying and deceiving you,I surely had no right.
To snatch away such a precious gem;A dark thief in the night.
Twenty six years and forever passed
To bring us to this day,When I present these simple words
I never thought to say.
The time has come, it's long past due,To put aside my fear;
Would this confession torture you,Or have you longed to hear?
To hear those two forbidden words,To vanquish all the pain,To understand my dearest wish:To befriend you once again.
The years aged me remarkably,
Though they have not made me wise;
I do know I erred irrevocably -For that I apologize.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Bhaarat Ki Awaaz..........................ek chetaawni!
hum sab ek hain, is muhim mein jo kuch bhdhdhijeeviyon ne shuru ki hai, in logon ke prayason ko saakar kerna hai, bharat ke har sapne ko aakar dena hai, koi baahari taakat humen torh nahin sakti, aatankwaad ko jadon se nikal fenkna hai, hum khud apni taakat banenge , is desh ko har gurbat se azaad kerna hai , kyon ponche koi humare aansoo, hum khud hi saksham hain, inhin aansoon ke sailab mein baha denge tumhen, hum per uthne waali har ungli ko tod daalenge, humen apna rakshak khud banana aata hai, na hawa do in angaaron ko, jo jhulsa den tumhen, humen jwaalamukhi bhi banna aata hai.................
Thursday, November 27, 2008
SALAAM BOMBAY!!!!!!!!
I am an indian & i woke up to the heart wrenching news of siege at the financial capital of my homeland ..........mumbai on 27/11/08. Like an average human being i rushed & grabbed my cell phone , frantically started calling all my dear ones/ acquaintances , relieved to hear their familiar voices at the other end, reversing my worst fears & whoa.....i couldn't have been more thankful to god.
Day progressed & in midst of my daily chores i kept following the news channels closely & its then that the reality dawned on me ,i felt so petty as a human, comparison being with my co-countrymen , an average mumbaikar , people witnessing the massacre of hundreds of innocent citizens , kins anxiously waiting outside the arena of luxury hotels exemplifying epitomes of patience & civic behaviour , motivating our fighters NSG /ATS / INDIAN NAVY commandos, army personnel, providing them with food & tea as a gesture of thanks when most of us would have preferred not to step out of our dens. People of mumbai who flocked the roads & gathered to bid our heroes their due ADIEU. Families who put the mourning on hold to pay homage to martyrs who embraced death with their chin up, laid their life in honor of my nation, fought ferociously & took the bullet on their chest............you truly are the heroes.
I whole heartedly wanted to hug our media persons who braved gunshots, grenade attacks, indiscriminate firing to enable the world to see how india is bleeding at the hands of few wretched minds & most importantly how the spirit of india refuses to fall prey to the designs of these fanatics...........my heart shouts "bharat maata ki jai".
Moving ahead & thinking beyond the cliche of engaging in drawing room politics,posing intellectuals looking for the scapegoat, shrugging shoulders & shirking the responsibility to be borne by every individual citizen, taking cue from my co-citizens in mumbai, i decided to reach out to the people in need of a platform to vent out, to provide a resting shoulder to many unknown friends , to wipe the tears off a few unseen faces, to make mumbai feel supported & loved , to make an average mumbaikar who felt beaten on its journey back to normalcy; feel appreciated & motivated................I bow to the undying spirit of this city.Mumbaikars have reinforced the image of india that the world comes looking at, mumbai is perseverance,resilience, patience, humanity, morality personified. you truly are the best ............................... SALAAM BOMBAY!!
Day progressed & in midst of my daily chores i kept following the news channels closely & its then that the reality dawned on me ,i felt so petty as a human, comparison being with my co-countrymen , an average mumbaikar , people witnessing the massacre of hundreds of innocent citizens , kins anxiously waiting outside the arena of luxury hotels exemplifying epitomes of patience & civic behaviour , motivating our fighters NSG /ATS / INDIAN NAVY commandos, army personnel, providing them with food & tea as a gesture of thanks when most of us would have preferred not to step out of our dens. People of mumbai who flocked the roads & gathered to bid our heroes their due ADIEU. Families who put the mourning on hold to pay homage to martyrs who embraced death with their chin up, laid their life in honor of my nation, fought ferociously & took the bullet on their chest............you truly are the heroes.
I whole heartedly wanted to hug our media persons who braved gunshots, grenade attacks, indiscriminate firing to enable the world to see how india is bleeding at the hands of few wretched minds & most importantly how the spirit of india refuses to fall prey to the designs of these fanatics...........my heart shouts "bharat maata ki jai".
Moving ahead & thinking beyond the cliche of engaging in drawing room politics,posing intellectuals looking for the scapegoat, shrugging shoulders & shirking the responsibility to be borne by every individual citizen, taking cue from my co-citizens in mumbai, i decided to reach out to the people in need of a platform to vent out, to provide a resting shoulder to many unknown friends , to wipe the tears off a few unseen faces, to make mumbai feel supported & loved , to make an average mumbaikar who felt beaten on its journey back to normalcy; feel appreciated & motivated................I bow to the undying spirit of this city.Mumbaikars have reinforced the image of india that the world comes looking at, mumbai is perseverance,resilience, patience, humanity, morality personified. you truly are the best ............................... SALAAM BOMBAY!!
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