nobody ever loves anybody
it's just a thing of mars
a fad, a blind vail;
a mark on d heart
are talks of stars.
i know i'll believe in it smtime though
dat belief dat'll not long last;
but let me live in it
for who doesn't love the soul behind the mask?
i ventured into hope today
that maybe smday,smtime,smplace
he'll say it wid all his heart
wid all dat he has,including me
'n then another moment i shall wait
wait indeed for dat map be lost where i had walked my feet!
to see reality as it should be
mangoes are sweet when they weep
onercoloured they lose thier charm
thrown away against all it's crown.
i wonder why i write this thisday
in hope,in desire,in need
d need of dat one touch who'll let me know am asleep!
who'll let me know am asleep...who'll let me know am asleep.
Simar :)
27 August,200611:56pm
if dis dosen't make sense to u....YOU are normal! in case it does....GOD be with YOU!
Monday, August 28, 2006
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Jai HIND!
60 yrs hence OR 60 yrs dense!
The voice remains discouraged,unheard...we are where we started from....not an inch moved!
I talk of the very notion of freedom.What we see is a mucky, an overcast shadow of the past....
We r still not free!
Humanity is it self in question today.Who are we?-humans first.....not precisely though....
we r more of a religion,cast 'n creed divided jungle...
yes 'jungle' is what i call my nation!
'n even that, i believe is an understatement!
We live in a privilige of thickset asinine people who refuse to budge before the truth...
'n the truth is that we are living in a nation of blind believes,dumb proletariats and deaf head honcho's...
I voice my soul.
The essentia of my note is not directed to a particular cause,a prominent creed or a certain sect
of people....but in general to the people who have the right to know where their country is leading.
The custodians of our rights are themselves clueless of the dimensions in which these liberities
can be chanalized...all they know is to fill thier umbra bellies to thier hearts content! 'n i wonder
if they are apt in this task of thier's either.....the green notes have made mankind sightless in regard to
everything except their own narrow self...what is presented to the general masses is a mere facade..
What lies beneth is real hard truth......dat we living in a free India r yet not free..........
Girls are still considered abjectly servile,old parents are credited as pieces of immovable rig,
the labour class is treated as a cold-blooded cluster,the so-called middle-class is mediated an
hackneyed assemblage,the aristrocrats- is a different clan alltogether,consumed in thier ornamental
and sumptuous esoteric interests 'n the youth-the schemed dummy bantam wave of every
single controversy which needs a chain-reaction! that is precisely, what 'n how i see my nation as,
in this contemporary age.....after over 60 yrs of independence.....after a lineage of donkey's years of
struggle in every which way in every purview.
And now there is nothing as 'the need of the hour'.....the hour that needed that impetous has long lost
its age.....the urgency now is to server change as change should be.....the demand is of a switch...
a revolution.....to shape the soul--the inner being!
We need to realize that we are all son's of the same God...'n no lesser God's exist.
We need to reach the hollow....to listen to the voice of truth....to realize that there's no religion above
humanism 'n to learn to respect it.
The devoirs before us are immensely huge...but we need to stick together in our journey to the next
pedestrian....our quest for a better india that allready exists....the hunger is to look for it!
Simar :)
4:55 pm
29 July, 2006
The voice remains discouraged,unheard...we are where we started from....not an inch moved!
I talk of the very notion of freedom.What we see is a mucky, an overcast shadow of the past....
We r still not free!
Humanity is it self in question today.Who are we?-humans first.....not precisely though....
we r more of a religion,cast 'n creed divided jungle...
yes 'jungle' is what i call my nation!
'n even that, i believe is an understatement!
We live in a privilige of thickset asinine people who refuse to budge before the truth...
'n the truth is that we are living in a nation of blind believes,dumb proletariats and deaf head honcho's...
I voice my soul.
The essentia of my note is not directed to a particular cause,a prominent creed or a certain sect
of people....but in general to the people who have the right to know where their country is leading.
The custodians of our rights are themselves clueless of the dimensions in which these liberities
can be chanalized...all they know is to fill thier umbra bellies to thier hearts content! 'n i wonder
if they are apt in this task of thier's either.....the green notes have made mankind sightless in regard to
everything except their own narrow self...what is presented to the general masses is a mere facade..
What lies beneth is real hard truth......dat we living in a free India r yet not free..........
Girls are still considered abjectly servile,old parents are credited as pieces of immovable rig,
the labour class is treated as a cold-blooded cluster,the so-called middle-class is mediated an
hackneyed assemblage,the aristrocrats- is a different clan alltogether,consumed in thier ornamental
and sumptuous esoteric interests 'n the youth-the schemed dummy bantam wave of every
single controversy which needs a chain-reaction! that is precisely, what 'n how i see my nation as,
in this contemporary age.....after over 60 yrs of independence.....after a lineage of donkey's years of
struggle in every which way in every purview.
And now there is nothing as 'the need of the hour'.....the hour that needed that impetous has long lost
its age.....the urgency now is to server change as change should be.....the demand is of a switch...
a revolution.....to shape the soul--the inner being!
We need to realize that we are all son's of the same God...'n no lesser God's exist.
We need to reach the hollow....to listen to the voice of truth....to realize that there's no religion above
humanism 'n to learn to respect it.
The devoirs before us are immensely huge...but we need to stick together in our journey to the next
pedestrian....our quest for a better india that allready exists....the hunger is to look for it!
Simar :)
4:55 pm
29 July, 2006
Feels like an eon.......
It really does....indeed.....banged into the world of blogs way back the previous year......made one for myself......'n then acquainted myself with a plenary boulevard of writings......that i left myself with no time 'n interest to bring myself alive to this page of mine.........but now as i see the blogs of my friends 'n acquaintances, those long lost thrills of posting a new text 'n anticipating waits of a comment from somebody...anybody for dat matter.....brings me back to my home!wishing to revive 'n recove quite soon....i make a new quest.....i take a walk.....
Bless Me GOD!
Amen!
sIMar :)
Bless Me GOD!
Amen!
sIMar :)
Friday, August 26, 2005
I owe it all to you--
If I see a new dawn
If I turn a new leaf
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I swim across the deepest sea
If I rift the thickest of woods
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I rise and touch the stars
If I know where heaven's was
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I can bring a smile on a stranger's face
If I can lend a helping hand
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I can mend a broken cart
If I can tell evil's apart
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I can shape my destiny
If I can face the master's key
It's because,once you were with me
Once you were with me
Thank You! for being with me
In all shades and span
Thank You! for showing me
Of what capable I'am.
If I turn a new leaf
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I swim across the deepest sea
If I rift the thickest of woods
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I rise and touch the stars
If I know where heaven's was
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I can bring a smile on a stranger's face
If I can lend a helping hand
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I can mend a broken cart
If I can tell evil's apart
I owe it all to you-
To you my dearest friend.
If I can shape my destiny
If I can face the master's key
It's because,once you were with me
Once you were with me
Thank You! for being with me
In all shades and span
Thank You! for showing me
Of what capable I'am.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
PALMSTREETS
If I'am left to ponder on-
What I hold and what's gone.
The best things, shall I recall first,
B'coz the worsts are too expensive to cry for.
Which street of life's journey, am I upon..
I think, as I open my palm,
With all the crisscrossings
I see a busy town, with men walking on...
First, I see, an old oak tree,
With a withered mark etched on..
The 'Ageometer', is what I read,
It measures how strong are your feet.
There, I find a thin-lean man,
Who hold's a kite and a basket in his hands,
The kite's strings are his frins of family
Relations are in the basket, kept perfectly.
On Oxford Street, is next I see
Another man, with grey hair and a glowing victory;
Walking slowly and covering the race,
With a bundle of books and a hat that fits his face.
Not far, I locate, a well dressed man,
Walking on the Marriage Farm,
The road is a mix of orange and green,
With lots of apples on all its trees.
Nearby, a man with a huge bag
Is on the road to Money's Town..
With all his forehead muscles tense
He holds a very busy frown.
Who's that man,singing, I see,
And whistling as he's passing on..
With a deck of cards, that's all in his hands,
He makes his way to Luck's Land.
Right next,I see a milestone
Which reads--"Not far from the World of Glee"
I guess that's the destination we all seek,
It's upto us, we reach or reced.
Is this the rainbow, we urge to see,
Is this the wealth, we want to achieve,
I ponder as I look on-
The crisscrossings of my own palm!
What I hold and what's gone.
The best things, shall I recall first,
B'coz the worsts are too expensive to cry for.
Which street of life's journey, am I upon..
I think, as I open my palm,
With all the crisscrossings
I see a busy town, with men walking on...
First, I see, an old oak tree,
With a withered mark etched on..
The 'Ageometer', is what I read,
It measures how strong are your feet.
There, I find a thin-lean man,
Who hold's a kite and a basket in his hands,
The kite's strings are his frins of family
Relations are in the basket, kept perfectly.
On Oxford Street, is next I see
Another man, with grey hair and a glowing victory;
Walking slowly and covering the race,
With a bundle of books and a hat that fits his face.
Not far, I locate, a well dressed man,
Walking on the Marriage Farm,
The road is a mix of orange and green,
With lots of apples on all its trees.
Nearby, a man with a huge bag
Is on the road to Money's Town..
With all his forehead muscles tense
He holds a very busy frown.
Who's that man,singing, I see,
And whistling as he's passing on..
With a deck of cards, that's all in his hands,
He makes his way to Luck's Land.
Right next,I see a milestone
Which reads--"Not far from the World of Glee"
I guess that's the destination we all seek,
It's upto us, we reach or reced.
Is this the rainbow, we urge to see,
Is this the wealth, we want to achieve,
I ponder as I look on-
The crisscrossings of my own palm!
Friday, July 29, 2005
Alfaaz
Kalam liye haath me,
Souchu mein aaj phir ik baat...
Khoj hai kiski, nazar ko meri
Kyu uthe hai faryaad me ye haath?
Nazdeek paun kabhi duriyoon ko mai,
Kabhi kharde dikhe us paar,
Goonje kiska sangeet
Hai ye kiski aawaaz?
Jaana pechana lagta hai mujhe
Ye dastak ka andaaz.
Khol darwaza paun mein
Ik chupa hua raaz,
Nikloon jo ghar se bahar
Mile mujhe naye parwaaz.
Badli se laagae dhup chaoon ki
Jaise odh ki aaye ho
Badloon ka waas;
Phelaye baahein dehka maine
Pawan ka adbhut naach,
Itna josh ki hai nachayee
Patoon ko bhi apne saath.
Maati ki pyas ka hua khatam intezaar
Zoro se garje megh
Zor ki barsi barsaat.
Mile kalam ko hain naye alfaaz,
Kudrat ne hai dekhayi
Soch ko nayi raah,
Jiski thi meri nazar ko talash,
Wo khushi-jo dhund rahi thi aas...
Payi maine apne dil ke paas,
Mile mujhe naye ALFAAZ.
Souchu mein aaj phir ik baat...
Khoj hai kiski, nazar ko meri
Kyu uthe hai faryaad me ye haath?
Nazdeek paun kabhi duriyoon ko mai,
Kabhi kharde dikhe us paar,
Goonje kiska sangeet
Hai ye kiski aawaaz?
Jaana pechana lagta hai mujhe
Ye dastak ka andaaz.
Khol darwaza paun mein
Ik chupa hua raaz,
Nikloon jo ghar se bahar
Mile mujhe naye parwaaz.
Badli se laagae dhup chaoon ki
Jaise odh ki aaye ho
Badloon ka waas;
Phelaye baahein dehka maine
Pawan ka adbhut naach,
Itna josh ki hai nachayee
Patoon ko bhi apne saath.
Maati ki pyas ka hua khatam intezaar
Zoro se garje megh
Zor ki barsi barsaat.
Mile kalam ko hain naye alfaaz,
Kudrat ne hai dekhayi
Soch ko nayi raah,
Jiski thi meri nazar ko talash,
Wo khushi-jo dhund rahi thi aas...
Payi maine apne dil ke paas,
Mile mujhe naye ALFAAZ.
My song
With every passing cloud
That greats the low-lying earth,
With every tiny raindrop
That falls on the hungry ground,
I sing a song to myself.
In the plays of a child
I see a newly gained wisdom,
In the talk of an elderly man
I see a new plan,
i sing a song to myself.
When life seems frustating
When no plan seems to work out,
When the worsts come to worst
And everything seems so sad,
I sing a song to myself.
When Bad spreads like fire
Pushing the good out of its way,
When somebody is dying
And people just pass away,
I sing a song to myself.
Would you like to hear my song?
That song I sing to myself...
The song of love,joy and laughter
The song of pleasures that know no bounds
The song of embracing people
The song of reaching out.
That song is my song,
The song I sing to myself.
That greats the low-lying earth,
With every tiny raindrop
That falls on the hungry ground,
I sing a song to myself.
In the plays of a child
I see a newly gained wisdom,
In the talk of an elderly man
I see a new plan,
i sing a song to myself.
When life seems frustating
When no plan seems to work out,
When the worsts come to worst
And everything seems so sad,
I sing a song to myself.
When Bad spreads like fire
Pushing the good out of its way,
When somebody is dying
And people just pass away,
I sing a song to myself.
Would you like to hear my song?
That song I sing to myself...
The song of love,joy and laughter
The song of pleasures that know no bounds
The song of embracing people
The song of reaching out.
That song is my song,
The song I sing to myself.
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