ODE TO THE HEART..

Loosely inspired by "HEART" that i read on someone's blog ie http://indrsforever.blogspot.com..

IT IS SOMETHING THAT IS, OF A PERSON'S, FIST SIZE
AND GETS TICKING RIGHT FROM OUR MOTHER'S WOMB, WE RISE.
THE VERY, OF LIFE, DEPENDS ON ITS EXISTENCE
AS ONE IS DEEMED ALIVE, IN THE BODY, BY ITS PRESENCE.

REGULAR BEATS GIVES ONE AND ALL A THUMP
AND AT TIMES,GIVES US A REASON TO JUMP.
IT IS KNOWN, FOR SOME, ITS THE EMOTION'S STOREHOUSE
AND FEELINGS, IN DIFFRENT WAYS, IT MAY SEE TO AROSE.

BY THEIR MEMORIES, IN IT , PEOPLE TEND TO KEEP
WHICH AT TIMES, MAY MAKE WORRIES, TO CREEP.
AS THEY WOULD BE PEOPLE OF A DIFFRENT KIND
THEY MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO KEEP IN THEIR MIND.

THOUGH IT MAY BE DIFFICULT TO DEFINE A PERSON
OF WHAT HE/SHE MAY BE AS IT MAY GIVE A WRONG REASON.
YET IT IS FOR SURE THAT IT IS ALWAYS THERE TO STAY
TILL THE LAST BREATHE, IN PEOPLE, WERE TO GO AWAY.

ODE TO PDA..

I WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING THAT IS COMMON IN MY CITY
THAT REGULARLY IN PUBLIC PLACES, I GET TO SEE.
FOR COUPLES, IT IS, TO SHOW, EACH OTHER, THEY MISS
AND ARE ABLE TO, APPARENTLY, SOME AMOUNT OF BLISS.

THOUGH CAN BE SEEN IN PLACES A LOT OF PATROL AND VIGIL
THEY DONT WORRY EVEN THOUGH IT MAY INVOLVE A LOT OF PERIL.
WHAT ALL IS HAPPENING AROUND THEM, THEY DONT SEEM TO CARE
AND AS IF THEY HAVE GOT NOTHING TO BE AWARE.

IS IN EXISTENCE, THIS PD AIN VARIOUS FORM
WHICH THROUGH THIS WORK, ISNT WHAT I WANT TO INFORM
AS I DONT SEE IT, FROM MY END, BEING PRUDENT
NOR IS TO WISE FOR ME TO MAKE A COMMENT.

THOUGH IN FUTURE, THE RELATION SHARED MAY NOT HAVE A NAME
HOPEFULLY THINKING ABOUT IT WOULD PUT EACH OTHER TO SHAME.
ANYWAYS IT IS KNOWN THAT LIFE IS ONE VICIOUS CYCLE
THAT WHAT ALL IS DONE WOULD COME BACK TO TROUBLE.

SINCE THIS IS SOMETHING THAT IS ONE OF A KIND
I THOUGHT THAT I WRITE WHAT CAME TO MY MIND.
WHATEVER IT MAYBE, SINCE I HAD NOTHING TO SAY
I THOUGHT SOMETHING I MUST BEFORE END OF DAY.

TRANSLATION-"JADOO TERI NAZAR"

http://www.hindilyrix.com/songs/get_song_Jadoo%20Teri%20Nazar.html for the original lyrics..

Your glimpse is really magical
and you are truely someone special.
All that i'll always, you like it or not,say
Kiran,you'll be mine, night or day..

You are there, in my dreams, as a portrait
as you are someone as decideded by fate.
Someone else's, you cant be, as it would be in vain
as, for you,i'll do anything as am already insane.


All that i'll always, you like it or not, say
Kiran,you'll be mine, night or day..

Distance between us gradually is out to reduce
and how much close we are, you've any clues.
I'll crave for you, till is in existence,the sky
else i'll snatch you as others will just have to sigh.

All that i'll always, you like it or not, say
Kiran,you'll be mine, night or day..

WHEN DISAPPOINTMENT STRIKES

There are times when things dont go our way

and about it, we may not get words to say.

Yet it is never known or can be none sure

how, in our own ways,that phase, to endure.

Apart from, in our mind, having that haunting WHY

it sometimes lets us to sit back and heave a sigh

as bound to happen, in life, a lot of disappointment

due to which, our reactions maybe equally vehement.

As a part of life, its an ongoing, vicious game

people,on others or situations, put the blame.

It is something that is always a zero sum

which affects us, in part or as a lumpsum.

The cinch that it is something eternal

and even if it take it serious or trivial.

Has to be reached some sort of solution

so that there is,among people, some consolation.

Hope life to everyone, in some way, be always fair

and to smile and rejoice, a reason, be always there.

By this, there will be always be some happiness

and one can move also towards gaining success.

ODE TO THE RAIN-A PARENT's POINT OF VIEW ;)

Though there is,like all some amount of glee

there is one thing that i dread to see

is that whenver comes thundering the rain

junior always puts me in bother and lot of pain.

Whenver with his friends, from home, he goes out

he doesnt even respond, even his name i were to shout.

Our warnings, he will never think to heed

as some of his friends, he would lead.

Myriad times, to him, we might tell

yet he doesnt care that he may fall unwell.

What, if he gets, i dread, pneumonia

or even worse, i worry, if its, malaria.

As i know that even now, he wont listen

i just pray that he keeps his caution.

Even though i dont have to think to bet

he will return, drenched to the bone, wet.