When Fate frowns at me , shows me the lows
Then I start counting my blessings
I reach her, stop , my cup of joy overflows
Free from despair, my heart sings
If I had the chance, for but one desire
It would be to watch over her as she sleeps,
So gentle , so delicate , so fragile
Drink in the sweet breath she exhales
The Fates have only happiness written in her account
Thats the promise I make myself every night
Just one thing I ask for in return
That she be with me in the dark, hold me till the light
When I feel I just cant take it any more
She beckons me close, holds me in her arms
Burying my face in her hair,holding her tight
She is the Only one I will ever need
Hold her soft face in my warm hands
Give my very life , to remove a crease from her brow
Having found her ,Nothing more I ask for from Life
Would go to the ends of the earth, to rid her sorrow
How could Fate have given me so much happiness
I have got more than my fair share
Taking her for myself, Will the deities be upset , the poor sods
For her name is Anjali, which means 'An Offering to the Gods'
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Did You Hear?
Think everyday I will unburden my heart
Bare to you my deepest secret
I see you and struggle for words
Did you hear what I left unsaid
A picture is worth a thousand words
What use for words when eyes doth speak
Not strong enough to call a spade a spade
Did you hear what I left unsaid
I catch your eye every once in a while
Do not know if I should smile
Or turn away blushing , still my heart craved
Did you hear what I left unsaid
I know I deserve you not, still desire
So lovely , so graceful, moulded by what fire
Silent my mouth, loud my heart cried
Did you hear what I left unsaid
Bare to you my deepest secret
I see you and struggle for words
Did you hear what I left unsaid
A picture is worth a thousand words
What use for words when eyes doth speak
Not strong enough to call a spade a spade
Did you hear what I left unsaid
I catch your eye every once in a while
Do not know if I should smile
Or turn away blushing , still my heart craved
Did you hear what I left unsaid
I know I deserve you not, still desire
So lovely , so graceful, moulded by what fire
Silent my mouth, loud my heart cried
Did you hear what I left unsaid
Friday, November 10, 2006
Whats in a Name?
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet ". Splendid thoughts indeed , expressed by the greatest playwright of all , Shakespeare. But Iam sure Rahul Gandhi would disagree.
For what the Congressmen gleefully call the Nehru Gandhi dynasty has nothing at all to do with the Mahatma. Not many "politically aware" Indians are aware that Feroze Gandhi ( father to Rajiv and Sanjay ) was actually born Feroze Ghandi. Why the nomenclature change then - I will leave that to the conspiracy theorists. However the fact remains that most Indians today still believe that the Gandhis of today are related to the Mahatma. It is this belief coupled with misguided notions of 'How can we not vote for the hand that feeds us' ( The Congress' symbol is the hand ) and plain old habits which will ensure the Congress plays a premier role in national politics for years to come.
For what the Congressmen gleefully call the Nehru Gandhi dynasty has nothing at all to do with the Mahatma. Not many "politically aware" Indians are aware that Feroze Gandhi ( father to Rajiv and Sanjay ) was actually born Feroze Ghandi. Why the nomenclature change then - I will leave that to the conspiracy theorists. However the fact remains that most Indians today still believe that the Gandhis of today are related to the Mahatma. It is this belief coupled with misguided notions of 'How can we not vote for the hand that feeds us' ( The Congress' symbol is the hand ) and plain old habits which will ensure the Congress plays a premier role in national politics for years to come.
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