For once, just once.... say you loved me..
Not much.. but sometimes you missed me..
I prayed, I cried, I breathe for you..
I died every minute, then got alive for you...
Meet me just once, before I die..
And just before I leave you, please cry..
God will send you rain, from heaven, from my eye..
Whenever you want it.. to enjoy and forget this shy..
Oh dear, my life, my love, please say..
The castle which you somehow broke away..
Was a fault, but now you understand me..
Even for a lie, for once, say now you love me..
Even for a lie, if you say, you thought of me once..
I promise I will never miss you..
And, if you can read the lips of the silence..
Like a brush of air, I will kiss you..
Monday, May 12, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
It isn't just a car which people are happy about.
It isn't just a car which people are happy about. Neither the low price, nor the design which we all are internally satisfied off. Its about proving "Yes I have it". Its a statement which we all Indians wanted to make since we got our independence. It is the arrival of a new kind of blood, a more confident one indeed.
It was a long journey. Dark. Through Red Books. Through inflations, assassinations, bankrupting banks to a decade of economic reforms. A journey so dramatic, on which countries which never lost their independence can be put on test. 6 decades of war against the definition of the "developing nation" and now here we are. Leading the humanity on both the fronts. On one end we stretch the corporate imaginations by providing cheapest but intelligent human service, to the other end of existing communities still unaware of what a telephone is! But hey, we do lead. And this is what we always wanted to know that we can. And it is what this car makes us feel. Proving the world wrong, justifying every uttered word of the promise made and making our existence felt.
This car is a serious contender for increasing global warming. It will provide more warmth in the blood of those who can dream. It will usher a new genre, capable of achieving, capable of challenging, capable of thinking that world shown in Hollywood movies is just America. The real world lies here. It will usher the need to understand the importance of noticing others rather than fighting to get notice, one of the marks of a World Super Power!
It was a long journey. Dark. Through Red Books. Through inflations, assassinations, bankrupting banks to a decade of economic reforms. A journey so dramatic, on which countries which never lost their independence can be put on test. 6 decades of war against the definition of the "developing nation" and now here we are. Leading the humanity on both the fronts. On one end we stretch the corporate imaginations by providing cheapest but intelligent human service, to the other end of existing communities still unaware of what a telephone is! But hey, we do lead. And this is what we always wanted to know that we can. And it is what this car makes us feel. Proving the world wrong, justifying every uttered word of the promise made and making our existence felt.
This car is a serious contender for increasing global warming. It will provide more warmth in the blood of those who can dream. It will usher a new genre, capable of achieving, capable of challenging, capable of thinking that world shown in Hollywood movies is just America. The real world lies here. It will usher the need to understand the importance of noticing others rather than fighting to get notice, one of the marks of a World Super Power!
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
You and me.
Written on 8th Jan, 2003
You are the one who ignited me
lighted up my spirits and inspired me.
You are the one who somehow taught me..
caught up my faults and fought with me.
You are the one who never got it,
never guessed it, never thought it..
We both glorified, expressed sentiments, personified!
I was with you, but you never quizzed why?
I am the one who loved you, praised you,
I am the one who opened myself to read you.
I tried to say it all, I died to say it all...
But I knew, I was not you call, not your fall...
I am the one who'll always be with you.
Will smile for you, will cry for you...
Will make you laugh,
will help you find your better half...
You are the one who ignited me
lighted up my spirits and inspired me.
You are the one who somehow taught me..
caught up my faults and fought with me.
You are the one who never got it,
never guessed it, never thought it..
We both glorified, expressed sentiments, personified!
I was with you, but you never quizzed why?
I am the one who loved you, praised you,
I am the one who opened myself to read you.
I tried to say it all, I died to say it all...
But I knew, I was not you call, not your fall...
I am the one who'll always be with you.
Will smile for you, will cry for you...
Will make you laugh,
will help you find your better half...
Just
Written on 9th Jan 2003
If a moment given to love
but with a given condition in hand!
You can see, admire your dove,
without blinking else an end!
I can cry not to close my eye
I'll say, m not crying, I'll give a lie.
And I'll just look in her eyes to see a sea,
Which in, hope someday I'll be.
But before actually you blink, she beats you!
She leaves you alone, for whom you were live to.
And you close your eyes, in pain, in vain.
Still you see her image, again and again.
And your nearby comes there by...
say to you, open your eyes!
Look at the world, it can be fresh again!
So what, you have lost nothing if not gain!
So, that means
Just for a smile I smile again,
Just for a while, I should stop my rain?
Just to live should I die again?
And just for this 'just', you all are justified again!
If a moment given to love
but with a given condition in hand!
You can see, admire your dove,
without blinking else an end!
I can cry not to close my eye
I'll say, m not crying, I'll give a lie.
And I'll just look in her eyes to see a sea,
Which in, hope someday I'll be.
But before actually you blink, she beats you!
She leaves you alone, for whom you were live to.
And you close your eyes, in pain, in vain.
Still you see her image, again and again.
And your nearby comes there by...
say to you, open your eyes!
Look at the world, it can be fresh again!
So what, you have lost nothing if not gain!
So, that means
Just for a smile I smile again,
Just for a while, I should stop my rain?
Just to live should I die again?
And just for this 'just', you all are justified again!
Love the end!
Written on 1st March 2003
Darkest haze, still I can feel the sun
Magic is? Or the heart of one..
Who never said die on the way,
love the end, whatever to pay.
Time runs out, still I wait for moon.
Haze will clear, I'll say so soon..
In their hear, body and soul
They will call me, they will console..
Right from tongue, their lips and eyes..
Change will trend, they will surprise...
Right till the end, I'll wait for a start...
My memories will control, even you cannot depart.
With eyes on the skies and my discovered whys..
I'll ask the God, only one was the 'I'?
Why to send love so late if I were to go...
Magic is? Or one's heart, now you are to show.
Darkest haze, still I can feel the sun
Magic is? Or the heart of one..
Who never said die on the way,
love the end, whatever to pay.
Time runs out, still I wait for moon.
Haze will clear, I'll say so soon..
In their hear, body and soul
They will call me, they will console..
Right from tongue, their lips and eyes..
Change will trend, they will surprise...
Right till the end, I'll wait for a start...
My memories will control, even you cannot depart.
With eyes on the skies and my discovered whys..
I'll ask the God, only one was the 'I'?
Why to send love so late if I were to go...
Magic is? Or one's heart, now you are to show.
Your eyes stopped me and asked me to believe
Written on 28 Feb, 2003
But your eyes stopped me, asked me to believe...
Will there be anyone who'll stand by me?
Should then I cry n expect someone to hug me?
I may struggle, tumble, I even may not be...
No matter where you are, you can say you love me..
But I know, it cant be...
Though you never asked anything..
never needed me, never relied on me for a win..
But I do say, you are my reliance..
You are my fire, my spirit, you are my stance.
Strange you never said a word and I wrote everything..
Strange I never had you, though I feel you missing...
I believe you can say I trust you..
Believe me, I'll always say I love you...
You surprised me, saying everything is finished..
But I guess... was there any starting or beginning..
Still I found myself guilty and decided to leave..
But your eyes stopped me and asked me to believe...
The same story ran again outside the door,
Same emotions ran over something without the floor..
Was it the time or was it my luck on the earth..
Which forced you to give me, hope to depart..
But your eyes stopped me, asked me to believe...
Will there be anyone who'll stand by me?
Should then I cry n expect someone to hug me?
I may struggle, tumble, I even may not be...
No matter where you are, you can say you love me..
But I know, it cant be...
Though you never asked anything..
never needed me, never relied on me for a win..
But I do say, you are my reliance..
You are my fire, my spirit, you are my stance.
Strange you never said a word and I wrote everything..
Strange I never had you, though I feel you missing...
I believe you can say I trust you..
Believe me, I'll always say I love you...
You surprised me, saying everything is finished..
But I guess... was there any starting or beginning..
Still I found myself guilty and decided to leave..
But your eyes stopped me and asked me to believe...
The same story ran again outside the door,
Same emotions ran over something without the floor..
Was it the time or was it my luck on the earth..
Which forced you to give me, hope to depart..
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Realising Dreams
Many things holds different meanings to different people, and from these things, some starts holding a greater value and attachments. They start interacting with us. For example i can appreciate this pen, ink pen, lying in front of me. Just look at it, so stylish, so elegant and in fact is helping me express myself! Can a simple object help me explain myself. Is this not the reason for our existence? And when we realize that it is actually true, we can actually fall in love with them, like a musician with music, a scientist with his thoughts and a sculptor with his hands... They can really start holding completely different meanings that none other than the bearer can expect to have!
So, things have meanings and hence relations with people, and then you start respecting them. Start understanding what are their expectations and try and complete them, in a similar way we do it for humans. Because we start understanding that even simple things can have a soul of its own and if you don't keep yourself up to their expectations that may stop helping you expressing yourself...causing an unknown death of your happiness...
My question is, what if I have something which holds greater meaning or relation with me than anybody else in this world....and that I want to complete its expectations like any other human could have expected?
But humans can complain and these things can't... Humans can force you budge against their needs one way or the other, with one justification or the other. And then you will realize that you are not doing justice to these things, which not anymore are just things for you, but you cant explain them to other laymen, which completes you, which is you... which is your alter ego!
And here comes the point where this alter ego starts complaining, because it has now found a body, YOU!
And now starts the conflict in which I am currently. There are people expecting from me, but then there are things which holds a greater reach for me, whom I have to satisfy, for whom I exist. Because, everyone exists for a reason, and I choose this to be my reason. In this case what should I do?
I also realized that we can create things that bear some meanings for some people. Hence, everything we create has a soul of itself! And what if we don't work with our whole heart and dedication... We create souls which don't have any known existence for anybody else. Just like a piece of music. If it's not good, its useless, a space consuming audio file. Then imagine the pain under which this soul is... Like any other human, it will feel the need of importance, the smell of ignorance and its useless existence.
Can we justify creating these souls? I can't. And this is what holds a greater relationship with me than any other thing in the world...
So, things have meanings and hence relations with people, and then you start respecting them. Start understanding what are their expectations and try and complete them, in a similar way we do it for humans. Because we start understanding that even simple things can have a soul of its own and if you don't keep yourself up to their expectations that may stop helping you expressing yourself...causing an unknown death of your happiness...
My question is, what if I have something which holds greater meaning or relation with me than anybody else in this world....and that I want to complete its expectations like any other human could have expected?
But humans can complain and these things can't... Humans can force you budge against their needs one way or the other, with one justification or the other. And then you will realize that you are not doing justice to these things, which not anymore are just things for you, but you cant explain them to other laymen, which completes you, which is you... which is your alter ego!
And here comes the point where this alter ego starts complaining, because it has now found a body, YOU!
And now starts the conflict in which I am currently. There are people expecting from me, but then there are things which holds a greater reach for me, whom I have to satisfy, for whom I exist. Because, everyone exists for a reason, and I choose this to be my reason. In this case what should I do?
I also realized that we can create things that bear some meanings for some people. Hence, everything we create has a soul of itself! And what if we don't work with our whole heart and dedication... We create souls which don't have any known existence for anybody else. Just like a piece of music. If it's not good, its useless, a space consuming audio file. Then imagine the pain under which this soul is... Like any other human, it will feel the need of importance, the smell of ignorance and its useless existence.
Can we justify creating these souls? I can't. And this is what holds a greater relationship with me than any other thing in the world...
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