ESCAPE

On the seashore she is standing still,
Feeling the waves wet her feet,
Letting the breeze dry up her tears,
And enjoying the sunset view making her mind free.

She had tied up tension similar to her bun,
But today she let it go,
Light is her head as her hair flow,
Similar to waves in the sea.

Past, present and future,
At this moment she is free from all three,
Isolation to paradise,
It is for her indeed.

Glow on her face,
With the lost and found smile,
Boosting her spirit,
To rise and shine.

Tangled truth

Stories on faith seem so meaningless,

Hypocrites run around so free and fearless,

It’s the era of manipulative monks my friend,

Trust at your own risk, words of a menace.

Truth seems paralyzed,

The poison of lie has potency so high,

Every face has grin to greet,

Inside there is a soul rapped in black perfectly.

Greenhorns suffer the most at first,

They get shatter, torn into pieces apart,

From those pieces are born,

 Either a saint or another manipulative monk.

It’s a tragedy, a matter of grief,

Trust is turning into a myth under modesty,

Saints turn into martyr for honesty,

Sinners gain license for hospitality.

Let’s just stop and think for a while,

Whether we harbor a sinner or a saint,

Are we part of the contagious chain????

When you miss

Humans are the store house of feelings,

Slave at times of some,

One of which is ‘missing’,

Turning you into a doltish scum.

Whether for family or for friends,

The feel of ‘I miss you’,

Often blocks your acumen,

Landing you into a state of bedlam.

Desire to run, run to the ones you miss,

Is the only thought housing your head,

Cases and possibilities soon pop up your mind,

Ways in which the distance dwindle.

Sometime you may feel,

Pearls rolling down your cheeks,

Eyes all wet and vision being blurred,

A strange feel of pain accompanying on top of all.

Wishing is all you are left to do,

Willing to meet the ones you miss,

True importance of beloved ones is realized,

Mostly on times when they are badly missed.

TRUST

Watched through your eyes,

Crystal clear things seemed,

Your talks had me entangled,

There was comfort and peace,

I did rely blindly on every word you spoke,

Cause they were like melodies from angel’s throat.  

Kept flowing with the wind of trust,

Unaware of the storm which was,

Heading close so silently.

Shattered on floor were pieces of my heart,

Stabbed brutally the trust,

I was holding on to by far.

Robe of silence covered me around,

But inside only chaos was found,

Loud cries of mine were turned

 Into whispers eventually,

I was struck by betrayal brutally.

Eyes bleeding, pleading for a reason,

A reason why my world was devastated so sudden,

Smile was snatched away and tears were gifted,

Huge prize I had to pay for landing by trust in someone.

Now, every morning I wake up,

With a pillow that’s not dry,

 Dictating, the story about the pain buried inside.

Gone with the storm my faith and security,

The word ‘trust’, tho small took a lot from me.

Broken and terrified till the core,

A part of me still desire to believe that,

Sun still shine, out there on the shore.

So the search to find myself again,

Has started with a hope,

That my smile would welcome me,

 And trust would be safe with someone close.   

TRUE FRIENDS AROUND

When true friends are around ,

time goes underground .

Inner peace slow down,

Freedom is what I have found .

We all go round and round,

Fun filled moments always surround ,

laughter and hoots are the loud sounds.

To hell go kingdoms and crowns,

With friends we love riding through the towns.

Foes seem complete clowns,

Whenever true friends are around.

I can scream and shout aloud ,

I have true friends and i am on highest cloud.

Treasure of life has been found ,

Friendship is worth more than any gold any pound.

Kiddish this might sound ,

But thats what i am turned into when true friends are around .

  

keep going on !!

Never give up ,

You always have the power to rise up,

Born in you is the soul of wisdom,

A spark of fire , a wind of devotion ,

Never constrain your imagination,

As it’s the mother of new born inspirations,

And the guide to ultimate freedom,

Which is to gain the best from our own expectations.

Winner you will be at the end,

If you can match up with the winds of change,

If you can just let your will never subside ,

Under the pressure of failures and lies,

Confidence is all what you need,

Right judgment and decision are guidance towards the final victory,

If all of the above land up in the right pace,

its a race , no time to waste ,
keep moving on , don't cry on your mistakes! 

Smile is what you will have on your last date !! 

PHOTOGRAPHY PROVOKED PASSION !!!

 

After a long time i have a topic plus a reason to do a blog entry :)every one has a growing passion and i have mine as photography ( its among my passions) . its simply like a craze which if ones held high in your mind then makes you create a whole collection of captured unforgettable scenes :)

         As the passion grows your camera suddenly becomes your best buddy :). every where you go you carry it as the fear to miss any perfect shot haunt you! 

         People may find you crazy at first but later on they will understand the growing passion and you'll not be called a jerk with and nondetachable camera :D

the sun set clicked by me :)

 Every moment will seem like an perfect shot to be captured . Whenever you watch out the setting or rising sun , it will make you   rush to your camera and say " oh! god i don't wanna miss this one. " And every click will be like a whole new picture :)

you can admire the glowing beauty of sun in the image that you can't directly :)

an image of rain drops in yellow light
with some b w effects :)

When you have this photo passion then even a moderately clicked be made into WOW! one by your photo experimenting mind setup :) no matter what whether you will have the power of making it as beautiful as desired in your pics :) 

Most fascinating part is the experimenting with light :) You discover shades and patterns to play with light in your clicks!

jodha palace corridor's image 

 Visit to new places will become your necessity in order to fetch your hunger for new clicks . Monuments are like a complete package of silent admirable beautiful pictures :) so visit to monuments which seemed boring earlier start fascinating after having the head on BANG! with photo craze. 

a night city view 

 The city night life is awesome to live especially in a place like Delhi. Its all lighted up in night so watching it from 14th floor is quite eye pleasing :) plus capturing it in your camera makes it ever lasting for you :)

on a rainy day how pretty things seem :)

Terrace photography is always pleasing for me :) i find lots of things to be captured in a single click !

click of stuff used to be in lime light
at party night :)

The growing passion of photography even wont let you sit idle at home. you will have a silent quality of arranging stuffs in a manner for good clicks, growing in you. Sometimes it lands u in trouble when u find  your mom shouting " miss put the stuff right where it belonged or your camera will suffer " . :D





At the end i would like to sum it up as its getting long and you all are tired of reading and there is a risk of loosing my readers :) kidding !
Its a wonderful hobby at first but becomes a awesome passion later ! you become addicted to the wonders created even by your simple camera :)
so just go and click some shots and sit back edit them your way and make the world see itself the way you see it in your imagination :) :) :)

Let your imagination fly as high as it can .
Let it touch the limit less sky and go far beyond the sunshine :)