To my sister...

When i opened my eyes, somebody stood beside,

ogling at first with surprise,

then a gentle touch that tickled my feet,

i looked up and beheld thee.

a lifetime of love , and care beside,

she cared for me with a heart so alive,

now i've grown into an insolent pest,

troubling and squabbling over petty bets,

yet the love still remains pure,

same in my heart as it is in yours.

Love you just so much di...hope to have your hand on my head...for alll the years to come..she has been a sister, a parent , a guide ,a friend....and a lot more to me over all these 21 years of my life..she is one person extremely pure at heart to the extend of even being stupid at times....bt that is what she is..her love is her life force... when it comes to talent...she is the brainy kid...with abundent talent.... but there is something i want to say to you....dont lose yourself in the hustle and bustle of life..you are too good for that...

The Hangover...plz do go and watch...

Ever been so high that you can't remember a thing about what you did last night?

Well a director finally seems to have come up with one such pretty amazing story.

Seriosly I'm not going to go about how good the direction or the cinematography was..which was really good)...I'll say that this must is a must watch if you consider yourself somebody with a good sense of humour.

Seriously, this movie is all about humour...waking up to a bathroom with a tiger and a closet with a crying baby..and even a newly wedded stripper wife..this movie keeps you rolling in laughter with all the unintended turns it takes...

Nobody would have in their wildest dreams would have thought that after a night of drunken gambling at the Ceaser's Place at Las Vegas...you would end up losing the friend,in the course of the night, for whom this  bachelor's party was....or actually alsost destroying the precious Merc you drove to Vegas in...

I know I enjoyed this movie from the begging to the end...it is pure comedy..and a must watch for all those looking for some good humour and a great and funny time..

life...backwards????

LIFE...it wasnt all that easy...was it???
it took away everthing you had...things you had to offer and even things you werent ready to part with..bt had to....it gave in its cycle,.. things you never expected...or thought were not even possible.....wouldnt it be great if you could go across this life in a new a dimension....live it  backwards may be....

wish i could die first... get it out of the way. 

then live the next twenty years in an old age home...(if i'm destined a life that long...hope not...just keeping the options open)...
then get kicked out when you are too young to stay....get a gold watch, you go to work.
work for the next fourty years (sheesh...) ..hope then i'm young enough for a retirement....
get to A college..(finally...a relief).....party till you can get into a high school...shead off the work load....n you are a little kid back in those dainty little chairs of school....sketching and painting...n learning geometry....you shrink even more....now u r almost free....free from the cares of the world....

no body cares if you look at the world n you cant get any thing...or even figure out if your feet are pointing right....now you are small ..small enough so that the world rejoices when you say your first words...or take your first steps.....you fumble....you kick up a racous.....yours the world ...n you are the king.....its time to face the darkness....when you spend your last nine months floating...with no sence of anything that went by...and last...finish off as A GLEAM IN SOMEONE'S EYE!!!

STRUGGLE FOR LIFE

A small urchin of the wings of fancy,
A little joke of the whims of life,
What was the mistake of that little kid,
Brought in this world and to life?

With no love to speak of,
No friends as such,
How do you think,
He can survive in this world?

He longs for a hand rising in support,
Coming to rescue him from the pain,
To save him from the daily struggle,
To raise him above this world so mundane.

It was never his crime,
It just wasn’t his day.
He just got himself trapped,
In this ruthless and selfish play.


Everyday it claws at his heart,
Drawing away his sleep every night,
His heart is all cut up,
Too damaged to repair.


May be these are words too few,
But I guess I have laid my point,
Whatever the circumstances may be,
Be firmly on his side.


For once, if you have any care for this world,
Lay your hand upon his head for once,
You will see the difference it will make,
In this dreadful life which he goes through everyday.


Just for once, give him some love,
It will keep his spirits buoyed up,
For you and I and all of us know,
Love is what that will one day show.

...Detached...

You don't know how my heart shrinks inside,

Everytime i feel you are not nearby.

How with everyday my heart intones,

That very request that same prayer.

It is not in the tears that fall from the eyes,

It is the love that becomes boundless with every sigh.

Feeling that distance between us,it screams everytime,

Wanting to run into your arms,where it feels so divine.

It does not blame or curse any situation,

But prays for deliverance from all that life sakes.

It lives in the light that fills it with love,

Within every moment it multiplies that thirst.

Its wish for a prolonged union it reiterates with every breath,

As it holds on to whatever it is that life bequests.

Dripping red...

It drips down,

a silent drop,

it's colorless translucence,

yet with sentiments untopped.

It drips down,

in violent rage,

that stabs at the heart,

with cries of pain.

It drips down,

in angry humilitation,

at words heard,

on unseen scars.

It drips down,

a seering pain,

as you but,

stare at the stars.

It drips down,

in sorrowful recognition,

of the painful past,

and death,still miles apart.

..Nameless..

Sick and tired as i turn my eyes,

and towars that icy mirror do I stare,

nothing but thoughts of pity infinite,

I see them drop through those streaming eyes.

My search for a reason as it begins,

digging through every turn and curve,

I see nothing to solace my strife,

as i see those salty drops,drop down from those brown eyes.

I never knew how deep that reason lay,

but i know something that i want to say,

my life to me seems a pointless struggle,

as i battle those tidal waves.

I only wish that this day would draw,

to a close so deep and silent,

that as my ashes lie in my grave,

not even the sweeper above knows,who stays.