School Life...

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LIFE has changed dramatically over years, from childhood to school .We grow up with all the fun and peace that one can have. Smiling for every moment we lived, sometimes crying, someone trying hard to keep us quite. And we didn’t realised when that age bout on us and make us tall enough to gear up for our school life. We walked there as a learner, things changed and we come to know what this world is all about.. Who doesn’t love their school life.?? A pahse where we learned, a epoch when we enjoyed, a time that has been remembered deep down in our memories long n long.

Many glimpses of school life .. those small fightings , to lovely short affairs, glancing on beautiful girls and plenty of discussions with friends about eveythng. Bunking classes, going for movies, too long hours of play and yet we don’t drained out and find energy to move till the late hours of night talking to our first girlfriend that we had.

And then the time came, prestigious time for our baords, time to bug with books which we always used to hate. The last thing which we look for in a day. But what pinches the most is the time to leave our school.The irony to be away from our mates, a pain that we feel for months, years, and sometimes much more than that.Those farewell times was always tough to handle, a big bye bye to our school life.

And now an era of college life.. we stepped in college having plenty of things in mind, feeling ourselves uncomfortable at the begining and thats the time where we just met few lovely foks.. who not only eases us to our best but make us realise that best life is yet to be discovered. school memories always flourish in our heart and will be cherished till we dried up. One who always think nothing could be better than our school life just wait and think of this life which is yet to be examined n cherished. Here i developed myself as a strong character, realise the importance of family , friends , ecstasy of being away from home..and everything one can cherish n relish on. And that’s the time we say to ourselves who says that school life is the best life that we share.

I loved my college life. Have plenty of memories which have kept me going and i learned that life is not about stopping and thinking what u have missed or don’t have, its about moving forward, look for ur achievement and discover urself as a professional. Now here i m , trying to make my family proud, establishing myself to a world where its been often rendered that its the toughest call to survive. But i know , the memories i have, the beleif of friends that keeps me going and their expectations is what all i have to live and prove myself. I m so happy to pass through all these phases of life and seeing myself developed as a confident individual. But yes, lot to go , many miles to walk and a journey which is never gonna stop…!!!!!

Guys every stage of life must be lived at its best and then only u can live ur life with a smile which can never be taken by anyone or by anythng. Thats the way i have lived so far and i think cudn’t been bttr than this. I thank al my friends who have been with me till now and will remain forever. whether in my memories or in my meetings.

Have You Ever...

Have you ever loved someone so muchThat you were to afraid to feel their touch?Too afraid to hear their voiceBecause you fear in the end you may not be their choice
Have you ever had feelings for someone so strongThat whatever they do it just never seems wrong?Whether it was good or bad or wrong or rightWhether they were attacked or they started the fight
Have you ever cared for someone so dearThat just the thought of their loss makes you let loose a tearAnd as the drop slides down you wonder what to doIs it better to never have or is it better to lose?
Have you ever wished that a dream could come true?A dream with a life of always having them with youA life where you'll be together until the day that you dieAnd when that day comes, together your souls will rise
Have you ever felt for someone in all these waysAnd to take the first step you were too afraid?Knowing that once it starts it means it can endSo how does it finish if you don't let it begin? *Loving someone so much...and wanting them so badly, but you know you could never have them, or how to get them.

Lost....

I was a just-born and she was thirty-one,
Though we were we, we were one.
I would cry out in Latin and she would respond in Greek,
I would learn nothing but she never got tired to teach.

I was surrounded by monsters eager to pull my cheek,
but they would vanish the moment i was wet and weep.
She would come running and hold me in her arms,
as if i had won the contest of the charms.

Now I was able to walk and chew,
hey, i was two.
I and she could now understand each other,
i was her everything and she needed no other.

I would try to walk and fall down,
But knowing she was with me, the fear of getting hurt was now gone.
We still could not converse that effectively,
But she would understand my needs so easily.

I could now roam about free,
because now i have turned three.
I was ready to join a new world,
my academic life was now gonna mould.

She would dress me as best as a prince,
but when i would come back, she would need at least an hour to rinse.
I was now able to talk,
I was a ferry and she was my dock.

I still remember the child, whose shirt I had tore,
Hey buddy, i have turned four.
I now came home a little late,
Nevertheless finding her waiting at the gate.
She would hug me and carry me in her arms,
it felt like flying through the farms.
We now did the homework together,
i would spoil the home and she used to work.

Years passed and now i was fifteen, and with each year i would forget to lean.
I wouldn't care for what she said, because now i had become mean.
She would ask me to study for a good future,
but i was busy in a different culture.
Now i had many shes in my life,
i dreamed of having one of them as my wife.

I changed a lot which she did not teach,
She would try to hug me but i was out of reach.
She still waited for me at the gate,
but i would look at her with utmost hate.
She would be awake till late in the night,
because i wasn't home, i was in a fight.
She had so much to scold, but she never did say,
hoping to find me better the next day.
Time went on and now i am grown,
lost in the world of my own.

I and she, between us have a river,
I have left her for my career.
When i was young, for me, she sacrificed her ambitions,
but i don't care, i now have my own mission.
I am not with her now, i am in a different city,
she is so old now but i don't even pity.

She needs me now but i am nowhere to find,
in the race for appraisal, i have become blind.
In a few years from now, i will be two,
there will be in my life someone new.
Then i'll forget even to bother,
i am her son and she my Mother.

Poems

~* Always Say It's Ours~Never Say It's Mine*~

Love means sharing with the one we love Being together means fitting like a glove

When two people are in love and together

They should be just like birds of a feather
When you start using words like "mine"

Things will fall apart almost every time

If one starts feeling inferior to the other

Its very possible to lose one to another
So treat love as if it were a delicate rose

Give it plenty of love and lots of sunshine

Just remember when you're joined as one

Always say its ours and never say its mine
Long lonely nights when I'm missing you

Longing for your touch, feeling oh so blue

I can see your face smiling down at me

I can feel your kiss so soft and tenderly

I shiver at the though of being close to you Come to me my love,

I'm so lonely and blue
If only you could feel how my heart yearns

I try so hard to sleep but I toss and I turn

Candle lite flickers on your picture by my bed I pick it up and kiss it,

wishing it was you instead I visualize you going through the same thing too

I know you're missing me like I'm missing you


~*We're Worlds Apart*~

When I am alone, lying in my bed

With thoughts of you in my head

I look at your picture and

think of things that we share

It helps to remind me that you're always near

All day long I am thinking of you

Planning a life together with just us two

Holding on to a dream

that I pray will come true

A dream I have of being with you

I always hold you close in my heart

so we are never too far apart

And knowing your days are my nights

I wait until morning to turn off the lights

So I can sleep the same hours

as you and not be alone feeling so blue

Although our worlds are miles apart

Love remains strong inside our hearts

We know the day will come when we,

will be together for eternity

Sharing the love we now hold so true

Doing the things that we long to do

To gaze upon my love,

Is to feel completely at ease.

I run my fingers through her hair,

And it smells of a warm breeze.
We stand in a timeless moment,

Together in a tight embrace.

Motionless in the night's air,

Observing every detail of her face.
The strength of her beauty,

Has command over my will

We spend every moment we can,

And yet, can never get our fill.
Her personality seals the deal.

I shall remain with her forever.

I make a pact with my self this night,

To never lose this treasure.

Koi Tumse...

Koi tumse pooche kaun hoon main,

Tum keh dena koi khaas nahi.

Ek dost hai kaccha pakka sa,

Ek jhooth hai aadha saccha sa.

Zazbaat ko dhake ek parda bas,

Ek bahana hai accha sa.

Jeevan ka ek aisa saathi hai,

Jo door ho ke pass nahin.

Koi tumse pooche kaun hoon main,

Tum keh dena koi khaas nahi.

Hawa ka ek suhana jhonkha hai,

Kabhi najuk toh kabhi tufaano sa.

Sakal dekh kar jo nazrein jhuka le,

Kabhi apna toh kabhi begaano sa.

Zindgi ka ek aisa humsafar,

Jo samandar hai, par dil ko pyaas nahi.

Koi tumse pooche kaun hoon main,

Tum keh dena koi khaas nahi.

Ek saathi jo ankahi kuch baatein keh jaata hai,

Yaadon me jiska ek dhundhla chehra reh jaata hai.

Yuh toh uske na hone ka kuch gam nahin,

Par kabhi-kabhi aankho se ansu ban ke beh jaata hai.

Yuh rehta toh mere tassavur me hai,

Par in aankho ko uski talaash nahi.

Koi tumse pooche kaun hoon main,

Tum keh dena koi khaas nahin

Simplicity speaks

As this is the first article I am writing .I thought I’d start by telling you a little about myself. My life is topsy turvy.Seen so much still holding a Positive attitude towards life.... Thats Me.....

One fine day i decided to write my blogs that people actually want to read.My life is a mixture of honesty; brutal, unflinching, painfully embarrassing, and pure fictional gold.Being a introward person i was never able to discuss my life experiences with anyone.
My life is a mixture of honesty; brutal, unflinching, painfully embarrassing, and pure fictional gold.Being a introward person i was never able to discuss my life experiences with anyone.
I love to read autobiography, for the same reason I love to read other peoples texts. Because, like everybody else who does the same, I want some reassurance that I am not alone.
This was highlighted to me in ‘a Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius’ by Dave Eggars, a book about a guy whose parents die in quick succession and he is left to bring up his younger brother. In it is a fantasy scene in which Dave applies for the American version of big brother, and it contains his musings on the nature of gossip. What really stood out for me was a long passage whose gist was, ‘if I tell you every detail about my life, how can you use that against me? Because once I have given the information freely it means that it no longer worries me.’ I think it is that simple statement that embodies the whole philosophy behind any good autobiographical piece of work.
This ‘gossip addiction’ we all have works both ways, because as Dave says, by describing to you the embarrassing details of my life, I am absolved from all ridicule simply because I told you it freely, I am laughing with the reader at my own ineptness and as such, as my confessions, once brought to light I am forgiven for all the wrongs contained within. I need to tell you,about my sins, so that I can move on, and you,need to know the gory details of my life so that you don’t feel like such a pervert. And because of this, autobiography forge an emotional link with you, and that is what makes my story special. I want to be part of a community that tells me it’s human to err, that can comfort me when something bad happens by showing me how others cope in times of trouble.
'"Everything in this world can be seen as you wish to. Good or Bad;
Simple or Complicated;
Easy or Difficult. Its not how things are , its about how you look up to them . ...and how you look up to them is all up to you. '"