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• When you want to save someone from falling into trap, they often fall into it & pull along too..
• You will only find it when you are ought to find it even when it is beside you or even when it is your own self...
• Even when you say the truth a girl never keeps quite until she listens what she thought the truth was...
• It is said that God can't be on earth so he created Mom but I say Mom can't be everywhere with us so we have Friends!!
• An artist who can appreciate the art of other artist is truly an artist...
• I may not be the secret of your smile, but I don't want to be the reason of your tears!!
• When you truly care for someone, their mistakes never change our feeling for them coz it's the mind that gets angry but the heart still cares..
• Sacrificing your own happiness for the joy your beloved ones in my opinion is the truest form of Love!!
• Some people the reason of our lives, but some people become our lives...
• Start your day Love & Love will you carry you throughout the day...
• When someone says that you are lucky to have them in your life, what they actually mean is that they are really lucky they have you in their lives...
• Beautiful thoughts cross our minds when we interact with beautiful people...
• Even after being surrounded by thousands of people if someone feels lost, he is lost in love!!

Should I Quit...??

Never was it a question whether you loved me or not,

Because your words distinctly answer that…

But now it is whether you love only me,

Or is anyone else just like me…???

Say it out if you want not me,

I feel bad and I would regret…

For having come into your life and have lived in a dream…

I understand it hurt sometime,

I repent and am sorry after,

I trust you with my whole heart,

But I don’t want to repent to having trusted you…

It quite a time since it all happened,

I feel bad and I am sad…

You too may be are feeling the same way I do,

I know…

But now I am struck and confused,

Left with an unanswered question striking my mind…

Should I quit….???

And your actions are the answer…..

PRISONER OF THE WAR!!

The dew drenched bench,

The rusted bench,

The dirty path,

And the shattered pieces of glass.

A cool breeze,

The howling wolf,

Sound of the waters hitting the shore,

And that shabby little whore.

Far across the street a blinding light,

Beautiful white and very bright,

Mistaken to be the moon,

Which has not yet rose in the sky to its full height.

Few more steps closer,

Not a moon I find,

I found a street light,

Fog hid the lamppost behind.

Mom I was afraid,

Not of death,

But how would I make out,

In the cruel world's depth.

I was brought this far away place,

When even the flying butterflies often left me amazed,

I held Papa's finger tight,

He motivated me not to fright.

I and Papa weren’t in the same room,

All the daylong I spent with a broom,

Every time I cleaned the corridor floor,

An officer would spit across the door,

And say in a harsh sarcastic tone,

“Do it again fella!!”.

I thought it was some kind of a game we were in,

Where the most obedient wins,

Only later I realized,

I was a top with no spin.

Very less of Papa I see now-a-days,

But I really miss how a lot more,

Days were full of work,

And sleep was a hard luck!!

Many nights I spent crying,

Wondering what Papa was doing,

After a very long time I got a call to visit Papa’s cell,

It just resembled me the feared hell.

Neither was he weak nor was he ill,

Fellow prisoners said that he was threatened to be killed,

I never even in my scariest of the dreams I dreamt of it,

To be all by myself and mourn for at my Papa’s feet,

He was murdered brutally,

I witnessed the cruelty at its peak.

No one to care,

And nowhere to go,

Now that I decided to escape,

But didn’t know how..??

A decade and a half of careful planning,

For the right moment to escape I was waiting,

Alas!! I am out now where I dreamt of,

Unfortunately it’s not the same as it dreamt of.

I go back in there I die,

And I walk forward too I die,

But I will never back down,

I would gypsy from town to town.

I will fly away to a place really very far,

Where I would no more be a PRISONER OF THE WAR!!

With The Swing Of The Racquet

The bright sun,

And the Violet turfs,

With the swing of the racquet,

The ball surfs….

High energy,

Full josh,

The crowd roars,

And lose their hosh…

Tie breakers, Set breakers, Match points, Set points,

All these terms together,

Keep us spell bound forever…

The fenced wall to keep the crowd out,

Referee decides the in & out.

The ball bounces to & fro,

All with the swing of the racquet …

Fore hand to smash the ball,

And back hand to volley,

Thud!! Goes the ball,

And it’s no more a melancholy …

The hard clay,

And the green glass,

A thousand of fans,

To see you play…

Either Mr. Federer,

Or Mr. Nadal,

All that decides,

Is the swing of the racquet …

To win & to lose is all a part of the game,

Either you or I would rise to the fame,

To rise to fame like a tail lit rocket,

Is all decided by the swing of the racquet….

Saikor Is A Nice And Wonderful Place

I went there when I was 10,

Hardly knew to write with a pen.

I was so dumb that I dint speak or hear,

Even I dint know that I had to fear.

All in my mind was to fly an aircraft,

Which my Dad said was taught here.

Some faces were familiar,

Some faces were new,

The ones with a smile were very few.

It was all like some sort of a forest,

Where I had to plant my future and harvest.

Crash course was scheduled in the beginning week,

To make them brave those who were weak.

Later they came with the bag packs, the seniors,

For the first time I was called the junior.

Kakatiya Pallava Pandya and Maurya housed the junior ones,

Mogul Gupta Chalukya and Gajapathi were senior’s dens.

We were afraid to walk, we were afraid to sit, so we always ran,

We need to give our best where ever we can.

I miss her, I miss her, I miss her all the time,

God please just take me back to old time.

We went to class because we had to pass,

In foot ball too we made some pass.

We learned to Live,

And to Strive and Thrive.

We roared Royal,

And are Ever Loyal.

We Bloomed Blue and Dazzled Red,

Every one enjoyed the jam with bread.

We flew high like the Golden Eagle,

Life was all we had to juggle.

N.C.C was the Night mare,

Saturday nights the Fun fare.

We ate and we played,

And we ate and we played.

Tough summer days in the boring classes,

Hard winter nights with we bared the lashes.

Life was fun standing under the sun,

We learnt to shoot that old creepy gun.

Hard did we the practice to lift the South Zone cup,

After which we enjoyed the Special Sup.

Privileged were we to step into heaven,

To face the hell were we woven.

Best of our lives ended there,

Now we are spread apart everywhere.

We never knew that 7 years would be such short a time,

Here rang the Good Bye chime.

All the school time we sang one song,

We never would forget that all our life long.

I miss her, I miss her, I miss her all the time,

God please just take me back to old time.

After all we all proudly say,

“I am the chosen one…

  I am a Saikorian…”

These simple words help me pave my life’s way.

Loud blew with pride the trumpets, the bugles and the fife,

I would dedicate to my Alma Mater whole of my Life.

Jai Hind !!

A Faccha Baccha

Eyelids heavy to open,

Eyes fully red..

Body unwilling,

To get up from the bed..

Pulling out the mobile,

To check for a message..

Head seems pounding,

Asking for a massage..

OMG!! Its EIGHT..

Jump out  of  the bed,

Or U will be late..

Now use the rest room,

Rush to the classroom..

Don’t forget the axe,

And books from the racks..

Lock the room,

Its time to VROOOOOOM!!

Peddling the cycle,

In the lovely dawn..

Cool breeze gushes the face,

Around the beautiful lawn..

Lost in dreams,

In a world of cream..

Until someone shouts,

It’s the road in KGP..

Not the circuit in MOTO-GP…

Hey it’s the ET class,

And a sudden rush of adrenaline is felt..

The legs peddle a bit faster,

Of course in the class I need to be smarter..

The time passes by,

An hour like an year..

60 times I have seen my watch,

Oops! Its in a single minute..

After the boring lectures,

Peddling back to the hall..

The stale meal,

Feels like hell..

Now in a cross roads,

Weather a practical class..

Or a bunk in mass..

Crossroads were a maze,

And lead only to the destiny..

It may sound odd,

But even I am amazed..

Back from the destiny,

Rush back to the mess..

Now time for MASTI,

Let’s play some BASKI..

Its  EIGHT again,

The day with no gain..

Class were all pain,

Bunking them went in vain..

KGPians wud appreciate tis...

its smthin past 12 nw..

n ur phone beeps......
its a msg..
"GOIN OUT 4 A COFFEE..
EGGIES"
reply s..
"C U IN 15"
a sip of coffee...
sittin on d bench covered by dew..
people around r very few..
n 2 of us go n order"DADA 4 egg maggie aur 1 veg maggie"...
n dada says"maggie mein tho dher lagegi"..
"DADA no prob"..
thes al little thins make us hpy.........
n daily v don need a party.....
far 4rm our HoMeS v stil feel at HoMe..
its al b'coz of WhOm.........
answer s simple...
wit whom v MiNgLe..
without whom v r SiNgLe..
ofcoure peeps u guesed it RiGhT........
n its an amasin nIgHt..........
guys wit whom v FiGht...
n say "tak it LiTe"..
in trouble they lend HaNds..
n thes r ma dearest FrIeNdS...............

MY FIRST…

A light that blinded me,

A sound after which I could hear no more,

A touch like the water on sea shore,

It washed my heart as a whole.

I am now lost in that sea,

In search of my lost heart

Coz it’s not sold in any mart.

I sometimes drowned

 But always found

A helping hand from some unknown mate,

I also remember an angel staring and smiling,

Seeing my terrible face when I was struggling,

Hard to stay afloat.

Must be the mate and the angel same,

But how can I know her name,

This whole session I became lame,

My heart turned out to be a burning flame.

Skies resemble her face,

Stars leave me amazed,

Birds hum her tunes,

Flowers shower her fragrance,

Gifts come from nowhere,

And lift me up in the air.

Winter nights are also hot,

Summer day chilly,

Some force crushes my heart,

Isn’t it silly…….

I learnt finally,

That its’ not a sea but an ocean,

The ocean of LOVE…………..