Cherish these moments...

Republishing it after some changes...

The way she smiles, and still dazzles my eyes
Always in my heart and my memories, even after her goodbyes...

The way she laughs, when she is in a good mood
And like a child she talks sometimes, keeping me to her ever glued...

Today she is more elegant, than she was just  yesterday
As if I saw her for the first time, again she took my breath away

And today again I notice how beautiful she really is...
Over again I am falling in love with her, she is so painful to miss

Tomorrow she'll forget that, today ever once came
But I'll still be stuck in today, nothing would ever change.


Tomorrow we may not be together, I might become just a friend.
Tomorrow makes me wish, this today never ever ends

It seems months have slipped on disguised as a few seconds
A few more and (I fear) I'll be alone, with the whole world to reckon

Cherish each moment they say, but how can I, so swiftly they fleet?
Cherish each smile I should, so heart-achingly, but so... so sweet.

Cherish each moment they say... I know and I will,
Cherish this moment and the next, and the next one still

This is not the moment of separation, praise the lord!
Now is the moment to share with her, my dearest, my love.

कल किसने देखा है

तन्हाई में तो रोता हूँ मैं,
  पर मेहफिल में लोगों ने मुझे हस्ते हुए देखा है !

मेरे दिल में दर्द दबा है अब भी,
  बस मेरे साए ने मुझे तड़पते हुए देखा है.

नींद नहीं मेरी इन आखों में लेकिन,
  सारे आलम को मैंने चैन से सोते हुए देखा है.

भला कौन केह्ता है, तनहा हूँ मैं,
  मुझे तो तन्हाई ने घेरे हुए रखा है.

चोट से हर दफा शीशा ही क्यूँ चूर हो लेकिन,
  आखिर पत्थर को बिखरते किसने देखा है !

अपने गम में हो जाऊं मशरूफ इतना भी नहीं मैं खुदगर्ज़,
   दूर एक ज़जीरे पे मैंने तुम्हे भी हलके से रोते हुए देखा है.

कह दो इन बोलती आँखों से तुम्हारी, चुप हो जाएँ ये अब!
  अँधेरी रात में भला रोशन सितारा किसने देखा है ?!


जो तुम हसो, तो मैं भी ना रोऊँ दो पल,
  थोडा और जीने दो, बस आजभर. और कल ?! कल किसने देखा है !!!

I dont care

He is like that book with missing pages,

Like an incomplete painting with torn edges,

To people these lapses really don't matter.

They try to judge by skimming through that book,

By sparing a glance, on that painting by the hook,

Looking with there elaborate gauges,

and their preconceived notions...

And then they form their opinions about him

They call him stubborn, they call him cold skin

Initially he felt bad, he tried to reason and explain

Not anymore let them snare, now

He simply doesn't care...

तेरा इंतज़ार कब तक करें ...

हल्का ही सही , उसको मेरा एहसास तो है !
बेदर्द ही सही, वो मेरे दिल के पास तो है !!

अभी नहीं, तो शायद कभी, मिल ही जाएगी वो मुझे,
बड़ी शिद्दत  से मुझे उस से मिलन की आस जो है !!

प्यार की गवाही मेरे आँखों से ना  मांग ...
बरसती नहीं तो क्या दिल उदास नहीं है ??

वो आए ना आए मेरे पास लेकिन,
इस दिल को उसका इंतज़ार तो है !!

Fail Blog

No this post is not inspired from failblog.org.  period ..

This post is meant to be in remembrance of all those blogging ideas, which dared to enter my mind - perhaps knowingly that, in-spite of their potential of Google hits (based on their materializing in web space) - they would have been better served by someone who atleast writes his blog regularly ( the her's usually bitch, rather than blog - but that's material for another blog. That calls for a self-five!, I miss Barney Stinson and Todd Quinlan :( Sources : http://www.blogcatalog.com/group/female-bloggers/discuss/entry/is-complaining-good-or-bad, view comments as well; http://youngfemalescientist.blogspot.com/2006/02/who-bitches-more-men-or-women.html ).  

So I have been thinking of wording many of my experiences but in vain - in fact being the planning guru I am, I have also identified two days which would be perfect for blogging - Wednesday and Saturday.  You may think why choose ( I would cordially thank my imaginary friend Sheldon Cooper, PhD) - Well the logic is that you cannot spend a LOT OF time on writing blogs, so you need to choose, and as for choosing the two mentioned days - hmm..let me tell you it was complicated... having to divide my time between guitar, planning to jog (strong emphasis on planning), LOTR, surfing the endless web, and weekend movies (phew). So the first idea was to keep the two days as far as possible, and also to ensure that I allow enough experiences to gather, so that I dont have to sweat about blogging ideas. Having a 5 day week and being a single meant that most of the idea generation would be during the office hours. (Yes I am a loner - I ENJOY BEING ALONE).. hence the strategic decision for Wednesday, and Friday being Friday, Saturday had to be reserved. So there...  Wednesday and Saturday are blog days.

But alas, it is not as if the blogs would materialise out of thin air - You need to hit those keys, you need to click those left-right combinations (This may serve as an alternate form of Second law of thermodynamics, specially for those with two digit IQs). In the end help came from an unlikely source,  A blog !!!  - the blog of my friend and co-worker Emily http://emilyindelhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-am-i-poor-blogger-jhanvis-solution.html. And finally there seems only one way out - to write few lines and not being drawn to elaborate and grandiose details.That enlightenment calls for a stop to this post. Failed blog ?? - I guess so...

A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhgFNRhgVP8

Geek Joke

One day, e^x sees x^2 running down the street in a panic.

"What's wrong?" asks e^x.

"There's a Differential Operator in town!" yells x^2. "If I run into him too many times, I'll disappear!"

"Don't worry," responds e^x. "I'll go have a chat with him. No, don't worry about me -- he can't hurt me. After all, I'm e^x."

So e^x walks down the street to the Differential Operator. "My friend tells me you're a Differential Operator," e^x says pompously. "Well, I'm e^x."

"Pleased to meet you, e^x," says the Differential Operator. "I'm d/dt."