Sunset

Aap par katham sari chahat hogi
Phir na kisi par ye innayat hogi
Kuch is tarah se yaad karenge hum aapko
Na aapko shiqwa na zamane ko shikayat hogi


As the sun takes a dip a the horizon, grey clouds fill my life, stealing away the bright streaming colors of orange and red from my view. The golden hues of the ocean begins to disappear.


She sits beside me , in tranquil, asking me to watch him descend down the skyline. It was like a disposition from all the pains in life.

I sit and watch the sunset knowing it will soon end. I would never see the sun making her hair glow. Slowly its going, darkness may be closing in but my endless love remain even after the daylight's fading.

Lingering always , listening to the rhythm of my heart, till it stops..............

Long time no see...

I was just browsing through the blogs of my friends...hoping to get a topic to write something after a long time, but all in vain.

I remember....as if yeaaarss have passed...this phrase was most frequently used by my friend...she's getting married this 30th. Doesn't know what to write......???....only a question mark appears in front of me.

Finally others can call me an Instrumentation engineer...bcoz i have completed my four years of engineering successfully.....but i have no right to call myself...may be someday i can call myself an engineer........."SOMEDAY" the most irritating word according to me...that will make u hopless...bcoz that day will never come.

Still thinking what to write....."contemplation of my last four years???".....NOOO WAY....those painful (study wise) years.....may be after a deep thought i might say......"I could have done better"......another bad idea.....i didnt create a vision of myself being an engineer when i started..........................................................i really can't think of anything other than pressing the "full stop key" on my keyboard.

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 sleep

- Robert Frost

I just love those lines. The joy of life has departed from me. (my college days) I dont know the mystery of life and can't wait to think about it....bcoz i have promises to keep and miles to go before my life comes to an end.

Holding Hands...

What does it mean to hold someone's hand?
Try holding one, especially of the one you love...

“The spaces between your fingers were created so that another’s could fill them in”

Walking beneath the starlit sky...
On a silent night, of the month of March...
I held her hand for the first time...
A sense of love and belonging filled my heart...
As i furtively stole her love...

It was like a silent communication...
Assuring ......... "I am there with you"
To make her smile, when in pain...
To break her fall, when she stumbles...
And finally to show that i care...


In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold urs...

A Walk to Remember...

Walking underneath the moon, full int its pristine
On a warm silent night
Your arms twined into mine
Everything feels right........

Lingering on the shore
Feeling your warm gentle touch
Listening to the ocean's beat
The world before me seemed perfect........

No where else i want to be,
Except strolling underneath the stars
Hand in hand, you and me
Across the gentle breeze.......

In my mind, I know this dream will end
But in my heart, this dream will live on forever
It will truly be a........
A Walk to Remember!!!

All Eyes On U......

Memories ran past my mind, as she said
"today i got drenched in rain, people were looking as if something strange was happening i was the only one on the road when it was pouring"

" all eyes on you" i asked

she laughs...


Though i never saw her drenched in rain, the beauty and the loveliness of the monsoon along with her's captivated me through the 70mm camera of my mind.

I could see the thick black clouds about to burst and then feel the whirling drops of water fall on me. It took me to my long lost childhood, the frogs croaking every where, having a hot tea with my grandpa sitting on his lap in the veranda of my sweet home and making paper boats.



I wished if could walk along with her, hand in hand, head to head, entwined into each other all wet.....but painfully she left me all alone in the lighting and rain.

She is the most beautiful person on Earth!!!

She was the happiest when you were born, you would cry in latin and she would respond in greek. Never learning anything, even then she never got tired of it. All you could do was make a mess with your pampers and yell, then she would come running holding you in her arms as if you had won the contest of charms.



Then you would start the lukachupi game when your able to walk and she would come around with a stick and you make her run behind you.

When you're four she would dress you like a prince, only to make her rinse for an hour in the evening. Years would pass by and you leave for your career leaving her all alone, lost in your own world. Then finding someone new you will forget her, but she still keeps waiting for you return. Finally it would be too late when you realize she is your mother and you are her son.

So give her all you can ......NOW!!!

Blogging....

Every night, before I go to that deep slumber a million thoughts run through my mind, not about what to gossip with my gf the next morning in the college …if I genuinely had one , but about the next topic for my article in the blog (not really). But sad to say I forget the whole essay I made up the next morning, I can hardly remember anything. Thoughts come only in the silence of the night, hardly achievable in the 21st century, so it’s really a difficult task updating my blog. Well, you guys would ask me to note it down when it (thoughts) comes; it isn’t really possible when you are in bed. But I will surely keep updating with more interesting topics….if somebody is really there to read it.

"The temple of our purest thoughts is silence."


As always, your comments are always welcome।