A Thanking Letter

Standing before the mirror
I thank You today;
Though vast at words I want to be laconic
Just thank You today

For the days we shared
For the talks we had
The walks, the corridors ,the rooms too
For all we paired
I thank........

Laughters heard, tears wiped
Secrets spread, faith survived
I thank........

Studies did , mischieves played
Games enjoyed, and the legs pulled
I thank................

For unknown crushes teased
For girls names surround, mocked
I thank..................

For all fights had, for all smiles passed
The apologies , the messages, the words said
I thank...................

Past unknown , future not shown
Present we had as a gift.
Yes, I thank..................

For birthdays , for movies, for songs
good appreciation , cynicism too
I thank................

For journeys traveeled , for food attained
together, without too and yet the taste maintained
I thank................

For canteen, for chocolates, for drinks
all snatched; yes I miss it today , still somehow link.....
I thank...........

Cards given , birthdays learnt
Longings earned, belongings too ( secretly)
I thank...............

All You said , All I heard
Some heard without being said
Isnt it??
I thank................


For being, for caring , for loving always
in all sorts of peculiar ways
Yes , I thank..........

And so,You see it doesnot want to end
There are so many thanks always to send.....
Let me not thank You any more
For You are mine, You always have been......
Thank You !
Au Revoir !

We meet people , we enjoy the days with them and yet at some point of time we need to change the track, select the best untrodden path and depart . But departing doesnot always mean being aparted , for one must remember that every airport ( of life) has two nexus - one the Arrival , other ; the Departure.........For all those dear and near ( not just in sense of distance) , never forget that there is always a flight back........Love You All.........

Viva Les Mes Memoires

Hey guys, here i am back again to pakao u all with yet another post, hope u read ,get irritated and crape out all your hairs ......... hehe........... i know u wont , obviously because i write so well......



This is a tribute to all my friends " ALL" - the dps ones especiallly------

and , what could Ayush Rai have written to jot out His Thanks to you......................

Yup u got it right................ the same thing which i have been writing since class 4. The same thing which has echoed in every assembly( or nearly every assembly) in DPS since class 7

Especial thanks( that too with a capital "E" ) to Siddhant Bharadwaj , who has been listening to all my rubbish poems and tantrums and till today praising them unflinchingly( salute to your patience , hehe) .
And , My Sincere Gratitude to Rajni Ma'am, Aruna Ma'am And the best Ever ----- "Yeshwant Sir" for appreciating my every aspect even when i wrote the worst................... Sir , ( if u ever read this) remember the first poem of mine u read?? "The War Within" , after all criticism from Indrani Ma'm , U were the one who brought a smile back..............



chalo bohot paka dia hoga maine non-dipsites ko.................hehe

but still....................

here we go!

"

'Tis a little knot in the eyes

Like a blossoming flower

Remember the Sun - The hyaline

And those , who left the hours...........

Lie low like a faded flower

At the back of our minds

Its tree has lost the leaves

But, still the aroma one finds.

Will I be back again

under the shade of the same shining Sun ,

Will the garden be the same

For the Rustling Leaves to come.....................

"

This Poem is not completed yet; for a poem like this, there is no end...

Its the depiction - A Potrayal - of memories , of times that we spent together , hand in hand, laughing , crying , playing , fighting - all "Together"

And , the memories are so vast that mind cannot unfold at one go..................

This aint a poem whose purpose is to make u cry remembering the bygone days......

It wants to see its readers smile , smile at the thought that they actually lived a life in that enriched ambience of Love , Care And Affection--------- Cheers To It...

Because-


" Life is a dew amidst the hail "



Love You All

Yours

Ayush

A "Recognition"

hey guys perhaps its not the usual love stories that we usually come across, not a love story at all if we prefer to use the conventional ideology.
Its love in the most innovative or say non- descript form which we all probably realize subconsciously but fail to recognize consciously.


Its a story about a love that was realized long ago but was recognized only after it was gone.
So it was ....... at first none of them knew... Let me introduce it in first person
here it goes.........
when i first met this fellow , the first reaction was oh my GOD!!!!! do i need to talk to this rare species..........?? uhhh!! the absurdity at its best..
but slowly i realised that every first impression may not end in last one...
time is supreme... so things slowly change.. people do and thus the perceptions thereby associated.
slowly , 1 yr passed and oneday I felt the aura of this person surrounding me even though in absence... i quickly try to forget it, feeling awkward at the thought that the person i hated at first sight , today just a thought of L ( lets give a name??? no, only initials.." L" ) brings the biggest smile my face ever witnessed: i know how awkward my mind and logistics were and how right my heart...
slowly , i started liking L's ways , the actions , the smile , the voice, the feel itself....... i wasnt sure whether it was my first love or just a harmonious play of hormones of salad days...........
days passed, months too...... yet the emotions did not lapse into passivity. i started watching for L's presence everywhere in school , in dance class, in park , in tution classes .... everywhere... smtimes even in my dreams..... slowly i was addicted to a fellow who at first sight created all the cacophony within me but like Mozart who harmonized even the worst devil later on... slowly we knw and comprehended the vibrations but the carcass of social norms vanquished every inch of communication.Soon , eyes learned to whisper more slowly than silence.... and the untitled bond was established..
Time flies at mercurial rates, yes ! it does. so it did. we completed our school days and knowing the restrictions( unaware of the regrets ) , we moved in different directions ................ leaving our eyes to search each other in vain.......... we never met again......
but , even today the same face strikes the required chords but time has passed and though we both realize it ,we ignore..... just ignore it and thus the aftermath is a night- full of tears trascending from unknown memory lanes...... we miss and regret ........ but still time is a mechanical wheel, it never reverts. Was it love?? perhaps not ; or may be yes in its most pure form where two souls understood without saying a word................... searching for an interrogative justification from the last 5 yrs...... an Endless Search perhaps.

Destiny

Hey guys its not the usual preachings and teachings that


we usually witness around us!! its neither any of those mythological stories nor any


religious forecasts..........


Its a story about a Boy , a boy named "Vatsalya", who lived with us in this real world


yet completely different from anyone and everyone.... He was the reality , - the present-, who slowly became a past!





It was one of those severely cold nights when Vasu ( Vatsalya) was returning back home ( from his work ) with his seven friends as usual . In order to catch the train they had to travel approximately 5 km everyday ( these youngsters worked in a farm in mumbai outskirts, near dharavi) . The ambience was composed and calm. It was drizzling , the moon was quiet visible though. The gang proceeded on their trodden tracks , mid way something happened that took the local newspapaers by storm . . . . .





Slowly, the drizzle took the persona of a dreaded tempest. The wind became unbearable and moon soon lost its light and lust. It was a night the 7 would surely not forgive nor forget. . .


Seeing the deceptiveness of Nature , they decided to give their "sojourn" a halt , beneath a huge tree all sat. The night was at its disastrous best and the seven were absolutely helpless. Being educated to their level best, they all logistically concluded that it was the destiny of one of them that wrecked this havoc on them. . . but how to decide who it was. . .





The solution was again a genuine one. They decided that one by one each was to go in the rain facing the thunder and lightening, touch the nearby tree and come back , so was it done ?? or perhaps not ... who knows.....


"the one who was not destined to live, would surely be lost in oblivion , and darkness will doom his life, while the other with a better play of destiny would surely come back", -the basic philosophy.





So the test took its toll.............




One by one everyone went and came back; when the last was left, The Seventh - Vatsalya- the eyebrows were instantly raised to have a last glance of their most coveted culprit.........


No pleas were accepted, no wishes judged, no requests were addresed , the only sound that reverberated was " Move Out Vasu"


And , so Vasu was reluctantly pushed out of their safe domain , in the rains, by the six intellectuals who claimed to have understood the basic laws of Nature And Fate, which forced them to sacrifice a life in name of The Judgement.





Vasu was standing in rain , broken and betrayed , perhaps thats what happens .Soon , the thunderbolt was heard , the lightening fell like a cascading monster with its icy cold hands amidst the "destiny-bound" prejudices .


And,















It fell on the Tree , killing The Six Friends thereby, seeking a refuge........................





Vasu kneeled down and cried . . . . . .


The Story Ended.


The Moral is Upto Us .


Nature Still Has A Multitude Of Facets. . . . . . . . . . .










( This is that same tree which which saw the whole incident and in the end, was itself struk)

"Why Do I Love U Sir?"

" Why do I love" , You
,Sir?

Because-

The Wind does not require the
Grass

To answer- Wherefore when He
pass

She cannot keep Her place
.

Because He knows - and

Do not You
-

And We know
not-

Enough for Us

The Wisdom it be
so-

The Lightning - never asked an
Eye

Wherefore it shut- when He was
by-

Because He knows it cannot
speak-

And reasons not
contained-

-Of
Talk-

There be - preferred by Daintier
Folk-

The Sunrise- Sire -compelled Me
-

Because He's Sunrise - and I
see-

Therefore - Then
-

I love
Thee-

Please Dont Read!

Philosophy Marks ," har sikke ke do pehlu ek sahi aur ek galat"
Reality Speaks ," jiske pass sikka woh sahi aur jiske pass nai woh galat"

( please read in hindi at your own risk)
Hey guys ,
this isnt made to give lectures of high thinking and simple living
here is an attempt to analyse your views ?? or better paraphrased listen to them!!
have we really developed in all aspects?? or do we just excel in megastructures externally?
write at your own risk ! if you have the confidence to express yourself, irrespective of being right or wrong!

THE UNKNOWN

There was the body lying somewhere
Still wraped in some cloth
I could not touch ; not even dare
Just stood still and silent.

It pointed to some cruel crude facts
Facts known but still not realized
Pointing to salient aspects
" One who falls forgets to rise"
( howsoever we wait)

"I am no exception ", it did say
So not " I" someone whispersed.
Then the boats sailed past it
But eyes still stuck and silent

The scenario potrayed nothing mysterious
Everything as real as possible,
Perhaps too real to believe even
And then it was gone. . .

It soon turned to ashes
People returned to their homes
A new matin lay its sway
There was no change , thus everything still the same??

So it happens , "happens for a cause" they say,
I know I dont know nor will I ever
But one thing that strikes me and
takes me to the same place even after years
is your essence that was never gone;
Perhaps will never. . .

So it was gone.
So it was over, so it was gone.
But still perhaps too real to believe even.

Lavasta Asote

Can it be true that I forget You ?

We haste on heedless forgetting the flowers on the roadside hedge,

yet they breathe unaware of their forgetfulness

feeling it with music.

You came to me with the first ray of Dawn

And I lost You with the last gold of the evening.

And ever since I am finding You ,

Through the dark.

No , no You are no mere picture.