Phantom of memories

 

  He comes to you when you don't want him

  He whispers he touches u like a cold zephyr

  He is not dark not light,he is not death not life..

  He is filled with love..n fantasy..

  He is full of grief..n grudges..

  His romance is unlike anyother..

  His kiss is everlasting ,soft n tender.

  You long for him,want his presence..

  You hug him,embrace him n make him sense.

  You ask him to come,to be close,to make you happy..

  You yell at him,thrash him when ur unhappy .

  You hear his whispers,somwhr dowm ur mind..

  But he sounds nothing,n his rustles disappear wid wind.

  He is not a man ,nor a beast..

  He is not a saint,nor a feast.

  Then guess who he is? guess who??

  He remains with you till eternity

  n he is no one else thn your own PHANTOM OF MEMORIES

to read the hindi version of my post in tweenies own words plz click here dhundhla aks..a beautiful composition.

Missing You

You were on my mind when i woke up this morning remembering your smile i guess the next time i'll see your face will take a little while i was remembering your arms around me love the way they always feel warm with you by my side  i completely feel no harm i was remembering your voice makes my heart skip a beat but without you baby my whole body's weak i was remembering our times the good and the bad the funny times when you cheered me up  and especially the sad remembering your eyes how they always meet mine remembering all the little things you do  to make my life worthwhile i was wondering when we'll be together  just us few i guess i'm missing you more than i usually do This post is dedicated to all my cousins who left back n brthr who cudnt make it for the family function..n also to few of my blogger frenz who are far away and few who r missing frm blogosphere:)

An angel in disguise

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Blessing from god,in the form of an angelic figure..
Figure which makes family complete and causes ur energy to trigger.

The chan-chan of the anklet,from those tiny feets..
Those lovely dresses and the spell binding speech.

The barbie dolls and the kitchen sets.
Those pony tails and the care for the pets.

Fights with sibling simply as a routine..
Giving a reason he/she used my pantene.

Folded sleeves and skirts getting shorter..
Topping the class and proving self smarter.

Nail colors,lipsticks and the mascaras

Tomboyish,boisterous and voo maara..


Shopping,bargaining and the 1rs.fight
Jwellery,gossips and the envy sights

Tolerating wild stares,taunts and obscenity
Giving slaps,sandals and maintaining dignity

Little concerns gives her tears..
N those strong shoulders,to hide ur fears.

Those struggles,and the fight for equality..
Lots of patience and 1000's of qualities

First crush,first love,first kiss..
The first last crush,the first last love,the first last kiss.

Loosing the loved one,wat an irony.
Shedding tears its her tyranny

Dillema to accept or reject a proposal,
Lots of thoughts for not hurting an individual.


Garlands,marriage n the stomach butterflies..
Strange feeling on entering new life.

Pearl in eyes for parting with parents..
Maintaining firmly the delicate relations.

Warmth of being in honey's arms..
Cooking delicacies to make him charm.

The surreal beautiful moonlight night..
On the beach and hubbies starlight eyes.

Waiting anxiously for betterhalfes return..
Giving the good news..n getting a tight hug in refund.

Homemaker,working or super model..
managing each role with equal moral.

Love,affection,care..
These are the synonyms of her.
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Wishing all you mothers a happy mother's day..n always remember that
"A son is a son till he gets his wife,a daughter is a daughter till the end of life."
*wink *wink :)

TEARS-an autobiography

I visit u very often..
causing choked throats n your voice softens.

No one was there to stop me from reaching ur beautiful eyes..
But wait there was more,something more than ur empty eyes.

But just what it was i could not tell..
And yet, I sensed that all was not well.

My spirit was troubled n i felt to shout..
Too long i have been captive,please let me out!.

There in the darkness I struggled to see..
Trying to grasp what was stopping me.

I told to myself that i am tough and strong..
But a voice spoke softly tat's where ur wrong.

"You tell yourself, 'I can handle it all..
'No matter what happens, I must stand tall.'

"Let go of your pride and admit that you cry..
Coz i am the witness so dont u ever shy.

Just shut your eyes tightly n let me fall down..
I'll roll down your cheeks,n make you calm n sound.

I know that no longer would I be the same,as u weep..
I'll come and go but then there will be peace.

So dont hesitate to call me again..
Coz i'll find my way even if there is no rain.

I'll come running to fill your eyes for years...
N people will say tat u have eyes full of TEARS.

Journey of a boy..

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First glimpse of god's ultimate creation,
the sensation of own blood,n bowing head in admiration..

The sweet smile..n pearly eyes,
those soft nails,and tightly clutched fives..

The finger and the sign languages,
mum for water and those giggles driving u to seat edges..

Crawling in mud,n catching small insects,
holding a pen n scribbling,with grandpa's specs..

Uttering the first word..n taking the first step,
falling down and stretching arms in distress..

Pulling up the pants..n wiping nose with shirts cuff,
hitting a six and making a buzz..

School days..the happy ways,
the basketball court n heated debates..

Oily hairs replaced with zataks and brylcream,
tying tie low n getting in mainstream..

Guitar strings..n hang outs in ccd's,
those endless chats..n falunting bikes in morning breeze..

The peculiar flirting,as if gals don't understand,
the gifts n chocolates and those spontaneous errands..

The farewell,the music n the attractive sherwaani.
swanking the suit as if its Armaani..

The struggles..and long walks on pavement
watching the dreams go real causing the upliftment..

Selection in best college,
those fest,fiesta's n endless knowledge..

Shivers on arrival of companies for placement,
those tears,celebrations and in within arguments..

The thumping of heart on first serious proposal,
those sleepless nights and getting emotional..

The reddening n blushing,on proposals consent,
a feeling of pride on being independent..

The work stress,the deadlines, n those random journeys,
the dearth of sleep,n visiting the refineries..

Dedicating the first salary check to parents,
more blessings and graces from the heaven..

The engagement,the rituals,
those late night calls,and the nuptials..

Those witty acts on honeymoon,
wooing the better-half under full moon..

The loans n insurance policies,
those provident fund and no holidays..

Hearing the good news..from wife,
the 9 months seeming to be whole life..
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