Hi guys,, my another blog.....i am a person , who loves literature...i love writing poetry,some literature piece...so this piece of a poem goes for all those lover;s whose ,wait is never ending fr their better part,,from my heart

A shining sun

some clouds having fun;

chirping birds planning to run;

the playing air touches my hair

and tells me the story of

A princess and a heir....

A beautiful morning,recalling the spring 

and leaves yellowing;

showing the love of a beautiful couple

the princess and the heir;

lost in each other;

struck by a  cupid....

"Come to the ball dance

and ask for my hand"

the princess shy,s away;

with the  promise  in her heart

the night comes.....

The roses bloom,shines the moon;

the princess in her room standing;

golden hairs with a sheet of  snow gems;

wearing a beautiful dress ;

the princess waits for the heir.....

The destiny play,s the game;

lost in woods,is the heir;

night gets young;

princess,lamented walks all over ;

but the heir recovered no-where;

Lot;s to think;

lot,s to manipulate;

but no answer to her wait;

such is the story

I was wondering about;

When,came over the cold breeze,

and struck me at a point to think;

to manipulate;

leaving me with a question

"WHY ALL STORIES HAVE A WAIT?"

LIES.....

THOSE BEAUTIFUL LIES
LIES HERE IN MY HEART:
LIVING HIGHEST TO MY DESPISE
WHAT A FAIRY LAND I WAS IN :

LIES OF LOVE:
LIES OF TRUST:
THOSE LIES I WAS LIVING IN.

WHAT A THEATRICAL  PLATFORM MY LIFE IS:
SOMETIMES IT:S HOPE:
SOMETIMES IT:S LIFE
SOMETIMES IT:S THOSE SAD AND TEARS....

expectations

Why is it that we keep so many expectations...??
Itz our fault,,,or itz our over demand,, are we all dependent on that person.today i am so lost in my own problems... does love fade.??no no , itz just a phase of time.wat a riddle, i am caught in .writing this blog,, i myself  don;t know, what i am ought to write.
When expectations are left unanswered, it hurtz.but why does it hurt, may be i expect something that cannot be given.But i expect a little gesture of love,, those holding hands, those making  the other realise what u feel ,what is their importance in life.As i wrote in my last blog"Men are from Mars , Women are from Venus",women always are needed to be reminded, how much u love them just sayn  "I LOVE YOU"by that look in  their eyes makes them feel satisfied...
I wsh life wasn;t practical, it wasn;t too demanding.yet  i ,too wish that u make me feel that very special girl in ur life..i knw it,, but i have always lived in my fairy land,, i can be practical but can;t be too focused..

I sometimes laugh too, why i am so senti sometimes, lol.. but being a girl , I need to be loved, cherished..

Writing this blog makes me feel lighter..I wish life was a fairy tale....

men are from mars , women are from venus.....

Men primarily need a kind of love  that is trusting, accepting and appreciative............

Women primarily need a kind of love  that is caring, understanding and respectful....
Both are diffrent from each other,, they can;t live with each other but can;t live without each other.....they r poles apart but they complement each other ...
for venusian;s every gift of love is of great importance...regardless of size,, little expression of  love work wonders......
When men and women are able  to respect and  accept their differences  then love has a chance to blossom..

A women under sterss  is not immediately concerned with finding solutions to her problems but rather seeks relief  by expressing herself  and being understood......venusians need to talk to feel better.....


men are motivated and empowered  when they feel needed and women are motivated and empowered when they feel cherished......thus they will alwz be poles aprt but vl alwzz be needing each other....

MATHEMATICS OF RELATIONS

Being free is what is wished,

Being the king is what i wanted,

Making a trigonometrical 

ratio between the two,

I hoped if their square could be two; 

Being tall is what i dreamt about,

Being beautiful is what i mesmerized about,

But the two added each other 

And gave a perfect output ,

That was me;

Being driver of my car was

what i was passionate about,

Seeing those small children playing with their 

small soft fingers 

was what calmed me,

But the happiness was multiplied minus sadness ,

And it gave me a perfect brother like "U";.

LOVE IS MAGICAL,,ISNT,IT?

चाँद तारे सब इतने खुबसूरत कभी नहीं लगते,,  कभी ज़िन्दगी इतनी खुबसूरत नहीं लगती, एक फूल से खुशिया शुरू होती है , और किसी की एक मुस्कुराहट पर ज़िन्दगी का अस्तित्व ख़त्म होता  .

क्या इसे ही प्यार कहते है, जब खुद  से ज्यादा दुसरे का ख्याल रहता है,जब हर पल एक एक साल की तरह लगता है, जब उससे ज्यादा कोई खुबसूरत नहीं लगता, जब खुद की सासें भी उसकी मोहताज हो जाती है .

जब पहली बार तुमसे मिली , जाना प्यार क्या होता है ?,,तुम्हारा मुझे हर मुश्किल में हिम्मत देना, मेरे चेहरे पे ख़ुशी लाना, वो एहसास होना की चाहे कुछ भी हो जाए तुम हमेशा मेरे साथ ,मेरे लिए खड़े हो ."You bring out the best in me, like no one else can do"

वो स्कूल में हमेशा मेरी हेल्प के लिए तैयार रहना,वो मेरे केमिस्ट्री प्रक्टिकल के लिए  रात भर लैब कोर्ट धुन्दना ,, और सुबह मुझे सरपरइस देना .सच में कभी नहीं लगा की मैं किसी के लिए ज़िन्दगी में इतना महत्व रख सकती हु. बहुत बहुत शुक्रिया,इस दुनिया की सबसे प्यारे एहसास से मुखातिब करने के लिए.

ज़िन्दगी कभी इतनी खुबसूरत नहीं लगी..............अचानक मुझसे ज्यादा किसी को मेरे खाना खाने की चिंता होने लगी,अचानक मुझे चोट लगने पर किसी और को दर्द होने लगा,कितना सुकून मिलता है सोच कर की कोई है जिसे मेरे होने से फर्क पड़ता हैंह...

ज़िन्दगी आसन नहीं , बहुत मुश्किले आयेंगी , पर इतना भी जानती हूँ की जब तक तुम मेरे साथ हो , मैं हर मुश्किल को पार करने के लिए तैयार हु.

आजकल कितना अच्छा  लगता है , सपने देखने में,अपने कल को खुबसूरत देखने में , शायद इसलिए कहते है की प्यार एक जादू है .आज भगवन को शुक्रिया कहने को मन करता है , जो उसने तुम्हे मेरे पास , मेरे लिए भेजा.......

                                                    दुनिया को भूल जाऊं  मैं तेरे प्यार में ,

                                                      तू नहीं तो आग लगे इस संसार में,

                                                        तू मेरी जान है , तू मेरा अरमान है,

                                                         तेनु दिल डा हाल सुनवा , कमली नाम धरावा ,,

                                                          तू मेरी जान है , तू मेरा अरमान है ...........................

"CHILDHOOD"a golden memory...


Those curled fingers,those half opened eyes,
When  entered in my life,
I was all mesmerized;


By that innocent look of it;s ,
I ran back to my childhood,
Where, i with my mom
used to play around,
Those yew trees,
Moving and hopping and  jumping around;


Today when it;s still standing there,
It seems , it;s still calling me,
With those curled fingers,
I am again living by;


With those petals of flowers,
Like soft touching dew,
drops of fog,
And that ethnic look of it;s,

Took me back to a joy ride of "cup and plate",

Away from all those dismays,
Away from this weary world,
And that was how"i am again living back in my childhood";