A Poem For My Sis

Hey!

I once wrote a poem for my sis, Tanya Goel..who is currently in Dubai, working for Topaz Engg.

I gifted this poem to her, beautifully written on a pastel sheet, when she came back home after a long, tiring and stressful journey to various cities for her MBA GD/PIs! :)

This is one of the most heart-felt poems I've ever written!

World's different, You're Unique

The world may be true,

But you are right.

They always sought a token in lieu,

But you are soon out of sight.

The world is full of ambition and passion,

For which they become deaf to others call.

But you're an epitome of love and compassion,

You'll listen to them and remember it all.

People live in a world created for them,

But you live in a world of your own.

They're climbing the stem of the plant,

Whose seeds you have sown.

With aspirations sky high,

Till the end you'll strive.

The world would cry and die,

But you'll smile and survive.

With love, to my silly moti! :P

The Onset - A Poem

Hi everyone! I'm back with a poem with a "POSITIVE" theme this time! Umm..with the increasing demand of positive poems in our class, I had to come up with this asap! :D

Its about how the rising sun..and the lovely morning brings in hope and gaiety to all!

The Onset....

The dancing light seeping through the blanket of darkness,
Chirping birds with all their sweetness,
The spright dance of the tress,
In the flowing ring of the breeze,
River water golden with light,
Unfolds the sunrise bright.
The rising sun brings in a ray of hope,
Empowering one to cope,
For we wish happiness to stay,
All along the day.
The apt set up for a reflective thought,
In which an idea might be caught,
And the glittering dew as the refreshing perspirations
Tell us to fulfill our aspirations. :)

Hope you wake up tomorrow morning with an optimistic smile! :)

Good day fellas! :)

The Sorrow Of War - A Poem

Hey people! :)

I once had a nightmare... :(
In the nightmare, I was a victim of a WAR..lost everything..lost EVERYONE...:'(
The next morning I woke up, I took a pen a paper..
And this is what I came up with..A poem on "The Sorrow Of War"...

It always touches my heart..
Every time I read it, I'm reminded of the nightmare..
Tears fill my eyes, each time I feel the pain of the little girl...who knows nothing..
What has happened...Where is her mother..Where is her father..Why is everyone screaming..
She's LOST..and..ALONE..:'(

Hope it touches your heart too!

"Alas! It had reached,
Leaving no stones unturned.
As the streets thundered,
Things blundered.

The showers of the war,
Hit the joyous home.
Chair on which father sits,
Shattered into bits!
The apron mother wears,
couldn't soak all her daughter's tears.

Tears dropped down her face endlessly,
How the war had flawlessly,
Left her bereft of home.....
bereft of joy........
bereft of LIFE....!

She was there amidst the shattered remains,
Moving lifelessly in the doomed lanes.
Burdened with shock,
She slept there with displeasure,
Dreaming of homely joys
Which seemed like a treasure
She wished to never wake up,
But the appalling reality couldn't remain aloof,
The terror of the dark life awaiting her made her move.

She finally realized,
The catastrophic realities dawned on her,
A silent scream within her,
Sent her into the blackness of relief."

I'm in tears.... :'(

My Trip To Vellore...:)

Loved the ‘short-but-sweet’ visit to the green, very green sub-urb of Vellore.
Courtesy VIT, the pride of the little town, where I successfully secured an IT seat at the vellore campus! (Yeahh! :))

Head held high, eyes wide, bright with pride; I was there with my proud mum, crossing every stage of counseling, with only positive vibes from the faculty. The VIT, main gate…the moment I saw it, felt a sense of belonging, sumwhr amidst the hitherto new and unknown place, the brand name ‘VIT’ made it a very known place. :) :)

Enjoyed the glory…was relieved to see the ‘level’ aspiring candidates..the ‘just-perfect’ to-be-classmates..And possibly to-be-dates!.. :P :P and u never know…could also be to-be-soul mates..! :D :D

With little relation though, this ‘date’ discussion reminds me of a guy from jaipur, who tried to make conversation all through the counseling process..But I dint know how to build it further…More than poor communication skills, it was lack of interest perhaps… :P

Further on, the ceremonious formalities were over with that ‘top-of-the-world’ feeling still lingering on! So much so, I told my dost that I had a flight the next day presumably; (evn though I had train reservation!) A slip of mind I wud say…after all, still in the sky, flying high..! :D

Besides the ‘mission-accomplished’ were the sweet fulfilling moments...best coming across a madrasi bride-bridegroom, seeking blessings from the Almighty…at first, there was this mini-heart attack when I was told that I missed it, but was relieved to happen to see the ‘just-married’ couple (within view again) in their respective wedding dresses, which were merely fancy dress costumes for us delhites! :P :P

My mood still ‘weddingy’, reminds me of how I cud not contain my affinity for flowers, the gulmohars, the gajras…constantly hanging down my handbag..only left the localites wondering if the gajra had taken an unwarranted leap from my hair to my purse..!! :D :D every second lady insisting me to clutch it to my hair…As welcoming as they were, all ready to lend me their own hair pins!

Coming back to Delhi...was as bful a journey as was staying away from it! Had never imagined central India to be so bful…the greenness…the lovely landscapes..Made my train journey an ‘never-to-forget’ one! To top it all, in my compartment, I even found a friend in a toddler named ‘akhil’ coincidently! And have drawn conclusions like..’All Akhils are the same!’ :P :P (details not required! :P)

All in all, the success, the pleasure, the lovely encounters…everything was just wonderful abt my trip! Loved it completely…:')