I have a dream, buried so deep inside

I wonder what holds it, is it the fear from my side?

They say dreams come true and mine never grew.

But I hope high as my wishes don’t die

For I want to see my dream come alive !!

I sit on the park bench with closed eyes

opening my arms to hug the sunlight

I roll back to see the world from inside

Why do I cry, why do I cry..??

As the wind of emotions,blow over my face

When the tear drop,touches my shoe lace

I wake up bright, with a hope of light

Facing my shoe to the sunlight.

Why did I cry, Why did I cry..???

I sit on the park bench with closed eyes

opening my arms to hug the sunlight

I roll back to see the world from inside

Why do I cry, why do I cry..??

As the wind of emotions,blow over my face

When the tear drop,touches my shoe lace

I wake up bright, with a hope of light

Facing my shoe to the sunlight.

Why did I cry, Why did I cry..???

I opened my eyes to you,
To look into my world, that’s you

You held me in your hands.
And helped me grow hand in hand.

Your hug, taught me comfort
Your words, taught me wisdom

Dear mother you are the best thing
That god has ever given.

Peace

There is a constant struggle in oneself to attain inner peace. There is a

fight that happens inside us and it always looks like the defeat was ours.

Is there really something called being peaceful or wanting some peace?

To me there is nothing as such. I don’t know how this concept evolved

but it seems more like a metaphor. Peace is a myth and doesn’t exist.

You might think I sound insane but to me peace are patterns embedded

in our thoughts, actions, and speech. It’s just meanings in the mind

which is subjected to intentions and feelings. There is no such a thing

and such cannot be attained.

Are you peaceful? How do I attain it? Do you have a way for it? These

are common phrases that I hear or come across these day. There is so

much in the world. So much luxury, money the capacity to fulfill every

wish but there is something lacking in every bit of it. Peace....Yes a

peaceful mind that can close to impossible to attain. We humans have

developed the concept of trying to "attain peace". To attain it, you are in

the race. It’s a race which is an endless and pointless pursuit. To get

peace you are running after it and if at all you get it, you feel this is not it,

and you run for more. It’s a rat race at the end of it. In this busy dizzy

world your peace never sees the sunlight and is deep, buried!!!!

Walker's Cafe

Known for its greenery Bangalore is also know for a huge number of Gluttons. And this server very true as you see an eatery at every block.

Being a true native me with my friend hunt the streets for some lip smacking mouthwatering south Indian snack. Bangalore is never short of people and to support the crowd its never short of its bistro's.

Very recently we walked into a 10X3 dosa corner. Not surprised by its jam packed doorway I managed to squeeze myself up to the cash counter. "Yeradu Masala Dose Kodi" saying so I stretched my hand with a 100 rupee note at my fingertips. Like a programmed machine the cashier swallowed the note into the cash draw and was kind enough to issue a token. With the slip I hopped to the 3rd Sq  feet of the room and handed over the token to the not so happy counter boy. I then ask the boy,"Yestu hottu aagutte",? and all that I get is a stare. I step out with a hungry tummy, towards my friend, hoping that the stare didn't mean a long waiting time. We begin to converse with each other about how crowded the place is and how jobless the people are to be crazily waiting in the crowd just to eat a dosa??!! Ignoring that we are doing the same. 

The wait goes on and I see only coupons going in with no dosa's walking out. The hungry builds up and with the starving eyes I manage to have glance of the other hoggish faces. As I look over I find not only the young but the older crowd who so eagerly want to enjoy the dosa with those artificially fitted ceramic teeth. Anyways why should the tongue be deprived of its chance due to the broken, rotten missing teeth. Then is a family of kids and countable elders. They had an excitement in them where they enjoyed the waiting time in playing with each other. For some it was a routine to wait so and for others it was a first time wait, hoping that their dosa would arrive at any moment.

We rest our asses on the side slab of the footpath declaring that this is not going to happen today and that we are not destined to eat a 10 cm radius-ed dosa. I begin to watch the counter boy hoping that his eyes are looking for me and then I get a sign from him. Like a tiger running for its prey I walk as swiftly as I can to grab those 2 plates, before they slip into others hands.  

As we put the first bite into our food deprived mouth we close our eyes to feeeeel the crispy oily dosa. Within the blink of the traffic signal the dosa is vanished and we stand with empty plates and half-filled stomach. 
I drop the plate orphaned at its bay and walk off to fill the remaining room in our paunch.

                                                    AT TIMES!!!

There are days that I want to, be by ur side

There are days that I want, u to be by mine...

There have been nights, that I miss hugging you

And those mornings, that I miss waking up to you...

There are times, that we have fights 

There are times, when we hug n cry...

There are times, when there are so many around 

And I wish, it was just u and me all round...

There are times ur scream, makes me wish for silence

There are times when I wish, there is no more silence...

There are times, when things are just so humid

There are times when, I love the warmth of you... 

There are so many more times, that I wish they come

There are so many more, that I wish can be mine...

When time keeps flying, I fly with the time

To know that these, are just my times..

There are, so many and there are just so few

That these are just, times and shall  forever be mine.....

Disconnected to stay connected.....

How many of us do still wait to hear the telephone ring? How many cherish the lovely letters you had once received? How many of us still talk to our neighbor’s till our throats go dry? How many???

We can go on asking ourselves of these, how many, things we still do and how many more we cherish?

Gone are the days when we used to be so.

 

Technology has played a vital role in the growth of our nation, society and also our daily needs. So does it grow beyond our boundaries. As I see the metro, buses, cars and bikes, I less see the walkers by the road side. The emerging usage of the mobile phones is one such curse in disguise.

Clung to the phones are the youngsters these days and the oldies are not far behind in the race. Every hand has a fancy phone with red, blue, green, yellow in the zoom.

In the midst of trying to connect to friends over facebook, twitter, wassup people have a blind eye to the ones around them.

Today I see two friends sitting beside each other glued to their phones, connecting to other people and missing out on the nice moments they can have, spending time in each other’s company.
The commuters in the bus and metros do not know the co passengers, as they have never got a chance to take their eyes off their phones. I don’t see smiles crossing each other.
Kids these days know games like temple run, bubble shoot and are ignorant of games like lagori and hide n seek.

Strange can be the verdict that technology has played a vital part in connecting people and also been a silent culprit in disconnecting them.

WHATSSSSSSS!!!!

Whats love....

 

The one i see it your eyes
Oh baby you are the one i feel inside

 

As we walk the path of life....

 

I see a pair of foot prints on the sand
Oh baby! you have me carried, in your hand
I feel you all over, as we Dance as
Two bodies and A soul, in the Trance.

 

Whats love

 

 

The moments we share together
Like the bird and its feather

 

As the days pass by.....

 

The sun shines brighter
and the grass is more greener
We see eachother
Grow young in love, together.

 

 

In-Dependent-India

              Ah  INDIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

I guess I no longer feel the blood run through my vein when I call out my Mother Land.

 Long gone are the days where we were known for Love, Respect and Harmony and now only remains Lust, Desperate and Money.

 If you have scanned your news channel, scrolled e-papers and have turned over your news paper over the couple of weeks you should have read news only about Physical Assault.

 

What is this called? What is it? What! what ! what!.

Yes!!! it’s a Rape, rape of an innocent kid, rape of a young lady, rape of a women, a mother of 2, rape of granny and eventually the rape of the buried body.

I do not know what is Rape officially expanded as, but for me its Rise of Alien Pgonads Entity (where the P is silent). This rise has gone to an extend where men no longer can differentiate between urge  and desperation.

Recently was an incident which took the country worldwide famous not only for the act of it but also for the unexpected spark that ignited among the Gen X. So what is it that’s causing all of this? It’s very difficult to get into a rapist mind to know what triggers his androgens to such levels that he goes numb in his head and enters the heinous act.

Women are born beautiful, they are groomed to die beautiful and attractive so that should not be a reason for them to be targeted. God has spent enormous time in creating us by giving us the right body and also the creativity, to beautify it. But he failed to add the factor of Plutonic vision/sense in the man. So blaming the beauties for the embarrassing situations they face from men is an excuse made to their social behavior. 

 

 

 

Needless to say the situation has hit its peak and there is no looking back to feel bad, no feel of shame, no point of mercy or no way to guilt. The fire will be on until another social affair takes the dock. Till then keep reading your news about a new girl being gang raped at some corner of the country.

 

Amen INDIA