The Natal Breeze...that whirls around...
collecting the elixir...that your lips pour upon..
flowering itself...
only to swing to your breath...
which curls across my eyes...
lifting my spirits...to catch the skies...

penned by : Anonymous.

how many people wrote/write poetry? some sing poetry..some compose poetry. but once, in India, a great man expressed poetry through light & sound. every part/aspect of this expression is soaked in poetry.and for years to come, it shall remain as benchmark.

Gibran said it right : "we live only to discover beauty. all else is just a form of waiting.."

i am watching it...the beauty...and i am going mad.

Tonight, Mughal-E-Azam is being telecasted in TV.

Finally, my computer is back to life..( only my computer...not me..).it took long time for me to bring it back. the last week was drained completely in frustration,spent so much money, because some problem or the other kept the system down. finally, yesterday night, it began its 2nd innings. and internet was restored today.

Saturday!!!! what a day it is...the weekend leisure has a very sprighty mood..because sunday is a holiday.my saturday morning was a way different. Instead of casuals, i was in complete formals..driving to school...somewhere near Parklane, one Santro Car was honking continuously. due to traffic, i couldnt give way to him and he kept on honking.he wasnt blind. he could see the traffic. still, i didnt/dont understand what sublime sadism he's got.
Had many group discussions today in school.having finished lunch and a meeting, i landed in Comp. Lab to gather some information/data so that i can start my Macroeconomics assignment.by 4:30pm, i finished my work and was quite charged up as its been real long time since i went home early.
4:40pm...the bike doesnt start..after many kicks..i took it to a mechanic nearby..he checked it and said that it'll take atleast 1 hour to fix the problem...ie.,. i was asked to come by 6:00pm.
well! he took more time and 6:45pm..vehicle delivered..and i start off..cursing the day...having successfully crossed the traffic-jam @ punjagutta, i breathed a sigh of relief..only to be welcomed by another jam at Paradise...this time, atleast 6 pple behind me irritated me with their honking..one chap was honking for a continuous 15secs..my ear-drum couldnt take anylonger..i closed..my ears..eyes and was imagining a scene where i go to him..open his car-door, pull him out..and chop his right hand..till the elbow..but wait! he's not the only one..there were so many bastards there...who could see that nothing was moving or there was no space anywhere..still..were honking their horns out..thats the civic sense of hyderabadis...and let me tell u...this is not new...the continuous honk disturbs and distresses ur mind so much that u can really feel the head-ache hitting u...seriously, i feel like killing them..like..hacking them to death..but killing a life for loud-honking is too much..so, i feel like chopping a hand...to atleast shooting their tyres so that they cant move even when the traffic is cleared...
and then...after abusing(well! i must admit..i used all the gaalis i know..and then realized that i should learn more..) atleast a dozen guys there..i come out of the war..after a nice 30mins..my back already started to complain..and then, near my place…I have a railway crossing…the line-man there usually closes the gate atleast 8 mins before the arrival of the train..(if u think 8mins is reasonable..think again…its too long..) and he opens the gate atleast 3-4mins after it cross the gate..which means..he will open it only when he sees it going out of his line-of-sight..probably he fears that it may come back suddenly..whatever…I landed at the gate at 7:50 or so..train passed sometime between 7:55 & 8:00...meanwhile..the traffic at one side locks its head(s) with the traffic at the other side..like, vehicles at one side occupy the complete road leaving no space for the vehicles at the other side to pass-by..so, when this happens on both sides..where is the room to go…I waited…watched..8:05..i watched..8:10.....(.the honking didn’t stop..)and finally..after 20mins(only), I could drive out…and reach home by 8:30pm.

If you guys think that this was a unique day, for which I am putting it on blog…NO!! its a routine..it happens atleast twice or thrice a week (except the vehicle repair)..its only that my comp is back to life..so is my internet and I wanted to get back to blogging…but after a wonderful day, my faculties are dead and hence i' posting my (typical) expience..with all this frustration, it is more frustrating to open financial accounting text book..isn’t it? Cant help it…got a test on Monday..and 3 other assignments to submit…looks like I cant sleep early tonight..how can I? Being in hyderabad...amidst bastards & bitches…

Don’t mind..Just Venting out..

Probably, one of those few ones which speaks my mind. and ofcourse it vindicates the fact that i am a true Gemini.Very Much.

Those flowers you are collecting,
Of blooming joys and ecstasies,
And also the ones with fragrant petals,
Are they to adorn my life?
But you must know that,
The ones I am collecting,
Similar to your flowers,
Are for the many,
For those who are seen in glimpses,
Dwell in lands unexplored,
And live in my songs.
I know not, if it is late or early,
To ask for my heart in return for yours.
At times my life is like a bud,
With perfumes to hide,
And at times it is squandered far and wide.
The enchantments, now and then,
Gather and scatter in a hurry.
O’ fair one, my heart is not mine,
To give it to only one,
It is given to the many.

Epilogue for my friend:

Those Flowers!! Bloom with fragrances all along ur journey of life..
and even after, when they adorn u as wreathe!
Life afterall, my friend, is just a journey,
of a tender fragrance called Breath!

one day i asked my youth,
"tell me! why is it that there is passion in your eyes?"..
my youth replied,"i dont know what that wild flower was,
whose wine i drank, and it filled passion in my eyes.."
"but not all accede to the passion in your eyes!",
i remarked.
my youth replied,
"well! some are wise and some foolish,
some are watchful and some are careless.
there are eyes that smile...and eyes that weep
-- but the charms of the wild flower were so seductive,
that they filled inexhaustible passion in my eyes..."

my youth then asked me,
"why does your heart stand still under my shadow?"
i replied,"my feet are tied to rhapsodic rhythms of my heart,
which endlessly throb to your enthralling songs..
and my heart stands still under your shadow."
my youth remarked,
"but not all hearts and feet throb endlessly to my songs.."
i smiled,
"well! some march on their way and some linger
some are free amd some are fettered...
there are feet that stagger, and feet that ride away on the crest of time,
but mine are tied to rhapsodic rhythms of my heart,
and my heart stands still under your shadow."