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I sing you lullaby, deep in your sleep, in your dream

In the game of love Always one person gets left behind in the cold Love is not the same I have been told When you are the one with nothing left to hold For better for worst until the day we are old He said She said But in the end When we are all looking for another chance Another chance of love, another chance of life We left behind the one The one lesson; to have but not to hold We find another horizon, another sky to fly To spread the broken wings, to try But can you hear; my late at night, my early morning’s cries Can you hear the flutter of my heart by the window sills Like a lark, travel only at night I sing you lullaby, deep in your sleep, in your dream The one lesson; To have but not to hold until the day we are old!

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye (un-us'd to flow) For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long-since cancell'd woe, And moan th'expense of many a vanish't sight. Then can I grieve at grievances fore-gone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan, Which I new pay, as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee (dear friend) All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.

In the lack of fear

In the lack of fear, love is the best gift you can give to someone and can’t help but receive the benefit in return. I am glowing with peace

I am naughty but my naughtiness is aim to please and bring no pain

I found God; not in heaven but in my heart when I am one with the one I love

When I look into your eyes all I can see is the reflection of my soul; are you my soul mate?

Separation from you can be painful at time but it is a good pain, the kind of pain that signals deeper connection

When a simple walk turned into a journey of the two of us exploring the world together, I know I have found my playmate. I love to see the world through your eyes, full of curiosity and wonder

When you whisper in my ears sweet love, my heart sings

Trust can’t be earned through words alone, action has to follow suit

Don’t make promises about tomorrow since I don’t know tomorrow will come; each breath is fragile and sacred. I just want to live each day brand new again with you

I love you

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the Current Indian Political Situation!

Robin’s lights!

Every single person comes into our lives to teach a lesson We can choose I hope you choose this one Without predicting the future; yes in some way it depicts the future choices you will make It will teach tolerance and test your will It will horn your skill and perfecting your self-awareness Your fragile soul; shivering in the light of vulnerability and love The mysterious power of surrender to oneself To let God and let enough be enough To live in the moment without worrying about the next To be your amazing self and sing your song for many to enjoy For others to bask in your lights; Robin’s lights!

I want to more.......

No memories for tomorrow No tears of sorrow No long walks on the sea shore I want no more, I want no more No smiles to share To worries to care No heart to wrench till the core I want no more, I want no more No unsaid goodbyes No sad sighs No things to ponder a galore I want no more, I want no more No more tears unshed No more words hurtfully said No staring at the door I want no more want no more No merciless kills, No more sad nervous chills No one to remind you of before I want no more, I want no more No faded eyes No subdued cries Nothing new to explore I want no more, I want no more No broken dreams No more sobbing screams Don’t want anymore to implore I want no more want no more. No more life to live No death to believe No more a heart so sore I want no more I want no more I want no more.

In the matters of the heart

In the matters of the heart, trust comes in many folds I don’t need to know where your heart has been;  I want to know where your heart is now It doesn’t matter you were a fool yesterday, I only need  to know if you have learn the lessons today I don’t ask questions because life should be unfold  not force  Because what I feel, see will surpass what you will tell me  And maybe my senses will lead me astray, I will be humbled again by another lesson life has afford me.  I trust my heart and my inner voice It recognizes greatness and never failed to  report in the past. It also warns me of illusions  and  offers doses of reality when I am ready to receive. I don’t tell you much because the past  but a blur of the lessons I have had  And everything you want to know, to learn about me  will come in due time.  When I am ready when you are ready  Like the beautiful daffodils maybe life and love need the dormant period gathering strength to grow And maybe in the way life unfold; we can both…

And I bid thee farewell

And I bid thee farewell With a broken heart and broken smile I let you go, I know you wanted to take that trodden road Oh many before you have walked upon Abandoned me and moved along The road lies ahead of me Go take it and let me be The desolate one with a sigh For the forlorn future is for me And the emptiness of the skies Doth ye walk away The smiles will fade away again The sun will shine, the moon will too And I will bear the pain The feeling of being wanted Has left my side and did flee And now as you are gone Its again just me.

Stillness of the soul

Stillness of the soul, no conversation, no thoughts, no contemplation
There is no past, no future; there is just you and me
No gain, no lost, completely filled in this moment
Will you sit still with me?
Will you listen to the universe quiet whisper?
Of a new dawn on the verge of the ocean
Shivering in the darkness before the sunlight wake up all being
Will you sink down into the bottom of the sea? 
And disappear with me, to become one with the universe
To go back to where we belong, speckles of sand
Naked, raw, collided 
Dizzying in the ebb and flow of life
I am standing here; once again I see the sunrise
Hands folded close to my heart
Listened to the voice of the sky
Everything I need to hear, to not stray far away
From my truth, your truth
I meant to be here, right here with you, this moment!


The lonely souls beckon me at last, I run to them, reach their fast, I sing to them all night long, The beautiful eternal love song But when I am lonely, there is no one to sing, Even my bells don’t chime, Ha! Such a lousy writer I have become, Now even my poems don’t rhyme...

So fragile am I

So fragile am I Haven’t you yet realized? Please don’t take away my dreams Don’t cover with shadows my hopes
So brittle is my heart Haven’t you seen? Seen me crying down the street? Seen me begging in tremendous silence?
I beg you day by day I beg you in motionless Writing signs You may find hard to read
So vulnerable is my heart That the slightest movement of Unconscious rejection Can tear it apart
Help me get over this sorrow Help me make my heart stronger Help me by reading the signs That I always leave around
Haven’t you yet realized That my heart can be easily Torn forever apart
Hold me deep in your arms I was made to live by your side

By no means can I let you know Jaana

By no means can I let you know The aching pain that my heart holds which opresses my good thoughts
Oh how beautiful those kings of yours Who peacefully live in your dreams Who give you wings to fly To distant and unkown lands
By no means can I let you know How much I wish It would be me the one you see In your sweet dreams
I feel opressed in this shape that hardly can it change Never will I be As stunning as them
But though I haven’t been granted With the beauty of your kings In my heart, only love for you I have
Maula mere ishq hai Now and always Mai tumse pyar karta hoon

In hard time don’t forget

In hard time don’t forget we are made of light and energy
That our existence interlink with the rest of the universe
That our thoughts and actions carry more weight than we can ever imagine
That our hopes and loves give hope and love to others
That the torch we are carrying is the same one our ancestors upheld, millions of year ago
In their footsteps, we are carrying on their warrior blood lines, their legends

In hard time foster on inner peace and your compassionate heart
What we need is so little, what we want is inconclusive
Count on your blessing instead of curse, don’t despair
Don’t forget to say thank you, greet the day with gratitude
Every breath we take is a gift, don’t waste it
Next time you inhale, smile before you exhale
Breathe in the suffering life harbored on the less unfortunate
And breathe out the compassionate of your being

In hard time I won’t forget
My time here is short, but my influence is vast
I can make a difference with my little effort; one life, one voice

Only a cloud, knows the feeling of a cloud...

Dream, awaken, dream, awaken, awaken, and yet it is all dream. Life is but an illusion A product of my perception, my collection of dreams Let not your heart be troubled Wherever you travel there will be wind and waves Ebb and flow the moon and sun have its own phase If I don't wander how could I ever be found? Reach for the divine, my higher-self remised Reach for the light, in which darkness doesn't exist It is desire that take us on the path we travel It is fate that bring us together on the cross-road It is love that keep you close to my heart What is more important than seeing with my eyes? Seeing into my own heart, although the song in the heart is silent The art of love, the ability to express, the gift beyond gift To feel you without seeing you, to love you without having you All rivers continue to flow to the ocean, cosmic consciousness receives them all
Only a cloud, knows the feeling of a cloud...

Anguish speaks in my heart

Anguish speaks in my heart This Middle East music Bring only you to my mind Where have you gone? Do you still see me in your thoughts?
Sorrow is doing its part To destroy my life It’s made me taken up a vice That I’ve long tried to make you quit For hating it so much Now it will soundlessly kill my lungs
I could have never imagined Such love amazingly strong I did not want to realize nor believe That it is you the only one I need
Call it obsession or madness Call it fascination for your green eyes, For your passion in foreign cultures Or for your ability in languages
Whichever name you want to choose My feelings only answer to one word Your love used to be my shelter Now I’m abandoned without protection Under the tempestuous sky
They tell me to be strong, to be patient And not to lose my faith above all And I’ve swore to God, my love That for you I’d wait as long as it takes No matter if now I’m alone and in pain
Being faith the only thing I’ve got left I will try my best, I’d give m…

Have I ever loved someone

Have I ever loved someone, in their true creation; flaws and all Have I ever understood the word unconditioned; practice and preach Have I ever known someday the world will bring me to my knees; humbling The lesson of compassion, of love, of acceptance, and forgiveness My heart has been broken just to be restored much stronger My soul is awake and fully in pain, good pain Consequences, heartache, and responsibilities Your love, your flaws, my love, my flaws; taught us the lesson The lesson of unconditional love With my eyes and arms wide open  I see you, all of you, not just an illusion of you And you teach me to see me, not just an illusion of myself The veil of illusion is lifting and I see clearly for the first time The lesson of love, of true heart, of compassion Not only for others, but also for myself

A new attitude I will show you

A new attitude I will show you I do not give a shit I do not longer care Your eyes spoke to me The harshest of truths “Run away ‘silly thing’, For love and care Were never felt in here”
You said you loved me But you never showed it You said you wanted me But you never did Excuses, mere excuses To say no, To make me wait To actually feel loved
Eventually, I got tired Sick and tired! Of just hearing words I’m giving you up I will set a place Just for you Back and behind In the darkest oblivion Of my restless mind
Desperately I need to forget The plans and stories You damagingly helped create The long hours in vain spent Making up undoable dreams Of an unreal future for you That I in my naivety Felt them believable
Even though I might From time to time Think about you and smile And then unhappily sigh And lonely wonder whether You are fine Never will I allow myself To show you That I still Uncontrollably bleed


The vast sea my mind The lost breeze my soul Life isn’t playing a fair game Every time it commits a foul Blowing away like the loose sand On the shores of the less trodden beach I wander around like the nomad And to the lost land again i reach Like the dew drop about to fall From the edge of that leaf A softer ground to soak me up Or a open oyster do i seek Chaos and confusion with me move round and round Make me dizzy after the play I think i know what i want But am confused once i start to say Feelings thoughts i do write  To show what i really am Inside a volcano but a scared one Outside i look calm To take the path less walked  Or to follow the one already walked upon I close my eyes and point my fingers on one And just listen to none The tears now running dry  As the thought is in the make I want to be their up and above Not for me, but for her sake.

In the oblivion which is your past life

In the oblivion which is your past life I will fade away like old white The skies will be blue, The sun will still shine, All will be d same Except you won’t be mine The cloudless skies will cry  The mourning widow will smile When you will look back And think for me a while The eyes will be old, The wrinkles added, A few years down the line, My memory faded The beach walks, The candles burnt The nights in each other’s arms Every second spent The hurried kisses, The tight embraces,  Stolen in the light Hiding amongst the faces. Everything wiped out Will seem a dream The darkness of the thought Makes me scream The rules don’t keep us together To break them is not a choice Lost in all this chaos, I think I just lost my voice With a life together not an option I let it all go May I be forgotten If you want to So Live me while you can  And let me live you Till life leaves me And love leaves you

Jumbled Sentiments

Lonely path, I walk along, It never leaves me But am still forlorn Droopy smiles,  Dried tears  Lost soul Lost years Unwanted thoughts Thoughtless feelings All dead ends No new beginnings Nails brittle Teeth chatter Cold around Warmth doesn’t matter Not sad Just a normal day Silence around But so much to say Mind matters Niggling heart Only one way to find So many ways to part Good bye I say To life and death Both are beautiful Both are threats How to end I don't know when to stop when to go Enough said Enough done Devoid of everything I present my jumbled sentiments

Silent Thoughts......

Sometimes slience can be louder Then the roar of the sea,  The shot of a gun or  The cheers of a crowd For it opens the mind to thoughts of wonder Did I say something wrong Didn't say something It can cut deep into the soul Like no knife ever made It can hurt like any word,  Ever spoken For slience has no begining or end It sounds in the heart forever Wonders in the mind Never letting go

Flux of continous thoughts

Here I am.. trying to make something new out of this flux of continous thoughts that won’t let me sleep at night nor breath during day…

“Why do I write? Why writing something she would never get to read?” I’ve asked myself a thousand times postponing my lines till I have something better to write about, something someone will finally read… not miles away….but right here, right now, by my side… But I keep waiting and that moment seems never to come… never to happen. But I need to speak! I need to take this pain off my shoulders.. it’s too heavy… to o unbearable.. I cannot breath.. it feels like a virus, eating me from within.. I’ve lost part of myself…. I forgot who I was… How can I recover it back?? Perhaps it is too late… Perhaps she no longer cares… Perhaps my pessimism or optimism, my endless insecurity drew her away …. But I need to speak.. And I beg you to listen to me…

Notions of an Unemployed Heart

Conflicted emotions surround my heart My brain stops to think My eyes sore red wondering all night Did not sleep a wink I want this; I want all of that, The world of truth and lies, Oh calm is not near me anymore, The heart of mine like a baby cries No sorrowful moans, nor tears of joy It’s the lament of the confused The worry of the path ahead And sorrow for the life already used The path so unclear, dull and lonely Scares me to the core I love him, I love him not Oh yeah I am, I am a heart whore For Two seconds I think of what I just said And then smile to me aloud Then the memory of each passing day Does my memory cloud! I scribble, I dabble, I scream, I babble Life is just so wasted on nothing They days goes by, the night comes out shy Should I just start to sing? Yeah I didn’t get a rhyming word I know how you all think I could have used a more suitable word Instead of using sing for nothing I look around; trust me not a sound, Just tick tock of the clock The moving fan looks do…

Hiding Myself

There are so many ways to say
So many ways to make you see
But I don’t know if it is correct
To let everybody know
One thing I’m sure of
It’s the fact that I won’t refrain
From those promises I made
Some time ago.
Those we know won’t ever understand
Why I am writing today.
But I’m sure when you read these lines
You’ll see yourself in the mirror of my heart

Fata Fati Barfi...

Excellent one...I like it, dada Like it... tats all I care

Like it, Listen to It,

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Here are the lyrics of the fatafati song:

It's the burppy song...
 Situation bhishon gombhir ohe (Bengali for 'the situation is very serious')
 Producer bole bechona bechona (producer says sell it, sell it)

 Item gaan koi socho, sochona
 Aisa koi beat bajao
 Usko repeat bajao
 Jo bhi sune mast hoke
 Haan zabardast hoke
 Fatafati, fatafati lage o lage re (4)
 (What the f*** is fatafati, man?)
 (fatafati, is she an actress?)
 Agrezi mein awesome, kickass, Bangali mein fatafati
 Boma bom boma bom boma bom badake
 Baja ganja loud zara bajake
 Damadum damadum thumka lagake
 Gali gali rowdy saare naache
 Aga peechha bust hoke, haan zabardast hoke
 Fatafati fatfati lage ho lage re
 Disco karo kathak bana
 Hans bana batak
 Koot masala akha sabut
 Nasta nabud nasta nabud
 Gori ke gal mein kare kuchu kuchu
 Mataji pitaji gaye Machu Pichu
 Jhoomere gayere nache janta
 Jhoomere gayere nachere…

They won’t show themselves to you

They run in silence down my face They run without an explanation They make me feel unsafe
They won’t show themselves to you They will wait until I’m gone They will bring black thoughts
Dreadfully oppressed By this feeling of constant loneliness I see my culminating days
They have placed the blame on me They have suppressed my thoughts They have murdered my hopes
In silence down my face they run Without an explanation Making me feel unsafe
By no means can I let you know The aching pain that my heart holds Once more I feel oppressed
Time and time again I blame myself For the wrong I always make
Time and time again I blame myself For not having words to say
Dreadfully oppressed For believing myself The cause of your unhappiness

Your silent friend


I have never known exactly what the Liver does.
Very informative.

Some interesting facts about our Liver

When someone shares something of value with you and you benefit from it, you have a moral obligation to share it with others.

Aseem got Punished for these cartoons

India's National Symbols are now very old & irrelevant, So the Indian Government is planning to change them,
Here is the information about our New National Symbols

Aseem got Punished for these cartoons… But don't they reflect the truth???

And once more I find myself alone

And once more I find myself alone. In my loneliness, these myriads of chaotic thoughts are the only interlocutors I find. But, thankfully, they don’t interfere with my monologue, rather they construct it, build it, help develop it.

Once more I find myself missing you, your voice, and your words; to such an extent as if those were my sources of living, as if they were an engine, and I, a mere machine that cannot move without its engine put in motion. But the engine is now lost; it comes and goes as it pleases, thinking of its existence as being needless. However, I am still motionless, waiting for all the doors of hope to be opened up again with your return.

And I miss, and I miss. I cannot be me if my most important part is detached from my own being. I am fragmented, incomplete. So distant you are but yet you won’t accept it, exerting a great deal of strength in making me believe that you cannot breathe without me, portraying a mere surface image. What goes beyond is what really mat…

Painful memories of mine

Painful memories of mine That’s what you may say It’s not that I’ve got good eyes I wish I could not see The sadness around me Painful memories I have Forgetting something that  should be remembered And remembering things that should be forgotten Oh painful memories of mine Why don’t you leave me in peace? Give my heart the needed relief.

What I've been blessed with today :-(

agitation, annoyance, big scene, big stink, bother, brawl, brouhaha, clamor, confusion, convulsion, derangement, disarrangement, disorder, disruption, distraction, eruption, explosion, ferment, fisticuffs, flap, fracas, fray, fuss, hindrance, hubbub, hullabaloo, insurrection, interruption, intrusion, molestation, perturbation, quake, quarrel, racket, rampage, restlessness, riot, ruckus, rumble, shock, spasm, stink, stir, storm, to-do, tremor, tumult, turmoil, upheaval, uprising, uproar, violence.

Simply ED

A Telephone Call

PLEASE, God, let him telephone me now. Dear God, let him call me now. I won't ask anything else of You, truly I won't. It isn't very much to ask. It would be so little to You, God, such a little, little thing. Only let him telephone now. Please, God. Please, please, please.

If I didn't think about it, maybe the telephone might ring. Sometimes it does that. If I could think of something else. If I could think of something else. Knobby if I counted five hundred by fives, it might ring by that time. I'll count slowly. I won't cheat. And if it rings when I get to three hundred, I won't stop; I won't answer it until I get to five hundred. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty, forty-five, fifty.... Oh, please ring. Please.

This is the last time I'll look at the clock. I will not look at it again. It's ten minutes past seven. He said he would telephone at five o'clock. "I'll call you at five, darling." …

Koi ata hai yad bahut sone se pehle

Koi ata hai yad bahut sone se pehle Jo cheen leta hai Aansoo mery rone se pehle

Ab neend B aaye to men sona nahi chahti Kisi Qeemat pe B Men us ko khona nahi chahti

Ho jaye wo kaash mera mujhe khone se pehle Jo aata hai yad bahut sone se pehle

A NYC Taxi driver wrote

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.

'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the …

Guzarish hoti hai

Guzarish hoti hai Khushi se gum ki Sifarish hoti h Kabhi tanhai me apni Mohabat ko yaad karna Fir dekhna aankhon Se kitni baarish hoti h......

The Luxury Tax

An often known word and yet another tax implied or rather levied to take away the peanuts we earn called salary, however we know it as that part of the movie ticket which is almost actual to the ticket price charged by the theater and this one levied on to us by the ruling party, however again as I have always learnt and especially with my current employer to look at things differently, just change the focus and see it differently, its actually something you pay for enjoying and we all know to get some you loose some, you gonna go and meet a friend, you gotta travel, burn fuel, get tired, thats also spending, so can be accounted for as luxury tax, this however does not come into my head as a part of any meeting or schedules but as a refined word to our good old Indian Jugaad

My room air conditioner which is installed in a very enclosed space often gives problems owing to the place it is installed in and probably also due to its not so good quality, so day before yesterday 11-Sept-201…

Look in thy glass

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest, Now is the time that face should form another, Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose uneared womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb, Of his self-love to stop posterity? Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime, So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time. But if thou live remembered not to be, Die single and thine image dies with thee.

Since brass, nor stone

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O how shall summer's honey breath hold out, Against the wrackful siege of batt'ring days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong but time decays? O fearful meditation, where alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back, Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.