tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86802240591552100882024-02-08T11:18:21.495+05:30Dreams have WingsSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-50316679181714859952014-12-05T22:53:00.001+05:302014-12-05T22:53:58.776+05:30Step out !!TIme to explore a new world<br />
time to step a little out<br />
time to break the walls<br />
time to stand a little more tall<br />
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What happened till now was joyous<br />
journey was pleasant<br />
life remained all kind and loving<br />
loving were all things ,big or small<br />
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But Now some adventure<br />
to move things a little<br />
Why not some new venture<br />
lets hit the walls<br />
and make them brittle<br />
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will test my strength<br />
will become even more strong<br />
Now the deeds will happen<br />
it will be fun<br />
whether right or wrong<br />
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Smriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-61836167355708826952014-03-27T21:59:00.001+05:302014-03-27T22:02:25.672+05:30Don't Judge MeWhen I cry I may not be sad<br />
I may not be grieved<br />
May be I am just confused<br />
I dont know whether to laugh
or sit quite <br />
To stay back , Tears refused<br />
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When I scream , I may not be angry<br />
I may not be mad<br />
May be I am just hopeless<br />
Helpless nothing I can do<br />
It didn't turn out the way I assessed<br />
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When I laugh , I may not be happy<br />
May be the stupidity crossed all limits<br />
May be laughing is all I can do<br />
This is all I am allowed to .<br />
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Dont JUDGE me<br />
With what you see<br />
To understand all<br />
You will have to be meSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-56141271691847475612012-08-26T13:22:00.002+05:302012-08-27T23:25:36.072+05:30Your Colors And Mine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes Its a new world</div>
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A new world with lots of colors</div>
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Colors which are not together</div>
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Colors which i find new on every step</div>
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Some are too dull ,</div>
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Some are too bright</div>
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Can I color myself to get merged within</div>
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Or I will be spotted , be aloof even</div>
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then those will be me</div>
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I will loose my vigor</div>
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Not able to decide</div>
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What to be and what not to be</div>
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All around is the beauty</div>
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As the beauty is inside</div>
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I will caress these colors</div>
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And those will be mine</div>
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Such have we been constructed</div>
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To be one with everything</div>
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Some day we will be out of cocoon</div>
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Some day we will have to spread our wings</div>
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Smriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-30055542079980123062011-12-31T19:42:00.000+05:302011-12-31T19:42:00.903+05:30Welcome 2012<br />
waiting up for new year<br />
new year with all new things<br />
some new mornings<br />
some new nights<br />
some new encounters<br />
some new sights<br />
<br />
old year had been<br />
quite eventfull<br />
changed the flow of life<br />
how changes happened so fast<br />
it seems all just happened yesterday night<br />
<br />
Wonderfull year<br />
with all good things happened<br />
I bow my head to 2011<br />
being my best year of my life<br />
<br />
2012 will also be great<br />
I am sure of that<br />
As Now I have the company<br />
with whom it does not matter<br />
whether its good of bad :-)<br />
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I am looking forward<br />
to welcome the year<br />
with him by my side<br />
enthusiasm to do great things<br />
now have become twice<br />Smriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-87381982405076306672011-09-11T13:34:00.003+05:302011-09-11T16:45:56.945+05:30Shout out aloud !!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
i had to tell the things , things that i cant tell<br />
i kept repeating them in my minds<br />
but loudly i cant yell<br />
<br />
opening mouth will mean a lot<br />
will mean to shatter world<br />
i cannot let thoughts go<br />
as they are like sharp swords<br />
<br />
better i let my anger settle<br />
let my feeling sit down<br />
that i know what i am thinking is worthless<br />
then just why listen to them now<br />
<br />
thinking this i curbed words<br />
i buried my feelings<br />
but forgot they were still alive<br />
no matter for how much time<br />
i keep them in coffin<br />
<br />
one day they will burst out<br />
will fall like volcano<br />
they will burn my world still<br />
whether today or tomorrow<br />
<br />
so why not just let them out<br />
and reduce suffering a little<br />
what has to be shattered<br />
will shatter , will have to repair<br />
whether today or tomorrowSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-67912874394758896092011-04-07T22:35:00.001+05:302011-04-15T02:46:36.065+05:30My Dear Dad<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3B6mq53iDso7lfbNqQEaBnIDzXK26xouQVWSRDQ-2glOl2meJWt2BHoluvWJgoa-5OQPk0EornyyK5ibZgxZkdAeTVPJXmE716ka-grwScUNpqr_unNS6OyEYhz5zkZvMivxwLy8ynR6j/s1600/father-daughter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3B6mq53iDso7lfbNqQEaBnIDzXK26xouQVWSRDQ-2glOl2meJWt2BHoluvWJgoa-5OQPk0EornyyK5ibZgxZkdAeTVPJXmE716ka-grwScUNpqr_unNS6OyEYhz5zkZvMivxwLy8ynR6j/s320/father-daughter.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br />
You always do like this</div><div>never take me anywhere </div><div>with love he held my hand </div><div>took me i wanted to go where </div><div><br />
</div><div>You always do like this </div><div>have never given me what i want </div><div>he smiles like always</div><div>and just buy me what was refused</div><div><br />
</div><div>Always he caressed me </div><div>but i complained about the rudeness</div><div>He always corrected me</div><div>And i kept saying you dont know me </div><div><br />
</div><div>He lit my path whenever it was dark</div><div>he filled my life </div><div>with whatever it ever lacked </div><div><br />
</div><div>Listened to all what i said </div><div>took it as a joke </div><div>he who loved me unconditionally</div><div>Is my Dear Dad</div>Smriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-47723052837936783502011-03-09T09:58:00.003+05:302011-03-15T22:34:55.983+05:30The Woman In your Life<div class="gmail_quote"><br />
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<br />
When you are sad <br />
When you are happy <br />
you know where you want to be <br />
your wife , your mom , your sis <br />
that's the woman in your life<br />
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Shoulder always there for you<br />
you are strong in front of everyone<br />
in front of whom <br />
you are you <br />
that's the woman in your life<br />
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You may call her weak<br />
whose shelter you seek<br />
in your weakest time <br />
that's the woman in your life<br />
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Her smile shines your life<br />
her words matters a world<br />
she gives you goals <br />
to grow , to win, to survive<br />
that's the woman in your life <br />
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</div>Smriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-14468906169348982892011-01-18T23:06:00.001+05:302011-01-18T23:34:20.071+05:30Treat me the way you treat you<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">May be you cant listen me<br />
But I have a voice too<br />
May be you cant feel it<br />
But I get hurt too<br />
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I have basic needs<br />
To keep me alive<br />
Though unlike you<br />
They may not be cloth , air and rice<br />
<br />
I breathe, move and live<br />
I have my joys<br />
Have my griefs<br />
When in pain I do wail<br />
poor soul of your<br />
though cant understand<br />
<br />
not asking for any help<br />
not asking for any favor<br />
Just treat me too the way<br />
you human treat each other </span> </span>Smriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-66539560494038829552010-06-10T14:17:00.001+05:302010-06-11T17:12:44.926+05:30You Be The Change<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04ZnU65HOq2zsUe8yZXLP0kirr-x5Fvke9UoFyblUP6s5dDE39GMhSjOEei63GBfrvw5t6rgyhdRrpeWLer1mxVkl3CVCIrwz4PLy8k6naMMZwrf2NyWzF-gF_XZ7EZIckxYhVySxQ0kW/s1600/dreams-mirror.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04ZnU65HOq2zsUe8yZXLP0kirr-x5Fvke9UoFyblUP6s5dDE39GMhSjOEei63GBfrvw5t6rgyhdRrpeWLer1mxVkl3CVCIrwz4PLy8k6naMMZwrf2NyWzF-gF_XZ7EZIckxYhVySxQ0kW/s320/dreams-mirror.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>When I want you to be polite<br />
Will have to stop screaming first<br />
When I want you to be loving<br />
Will Have to stop loathing first<br />
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Will have to stretch my arm<br />
If want you to hold me<br />
Will have to smile first<br />
If want you to be Glee<br />
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Change I want in you<br />
Need to be in me first<br />
Or Do I deserve to ask for it<br />
What I am not able to deliver ?Smriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-30466523536447434782010-05-03T22:18:00.005+05:302010-05-04T11:16:29.674+05:30My Lord Crossed Barriers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT2gNzlIxANPfRyEi0Z4FjTz49w6dAm9a15kowkLWfztq30rHNJQVCrOb560yFj0NqLWkFov2L13MFVWVceD4Sq-LaUTuWR7IRZMHpBWtkLz-0oaqCLO5xJswCuM96rrs_MCTP4Nprwde7/s1600/helpinghand.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467090732218172370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT2gNzlIxANPfRyEi0Z4FjTz49w6dAm9a15kowkLWfztq30rHNJQVCrOb560yFj0NqLWkFov2L13MFVWVceD4Sq-LaUTuWR7IRZMHpBWtkLz-0oaqCLO5xJswCuM96rrs_MCTP4Nprwde7/s320/helpinghand.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<div>Want to go to temple</div><div>need to talk to God</div><div>Has so much to discuss</div><div>to complain to applaud</div><div><br />
</div><div>with this thought </div><div>I came a little far</div><div>that saw in front of me</div><div>shutting down those doors</div><div><br />
</div><div>They were blocking the way</div><div>the way between me and my God</div><div>Ohh this is bad Omen</div><div>What happened </div><div>Don't you want to talk with me lord</div><div><br />
</div><div>Some one suddenly yanked </div><div>the corner of my dress</div><div>pulled it little hard</div><div>hello !! ma'am </div><div>you don't have these flowers</div><div><br />
</div><div>For real prayer</div><div>these are the ones </div><div>which are required</div><div>I stared at him </div><div>looked him with anger</div><div>Cant you see </div><div>I am not able to reach God</div><div>Cant you see the barrier</div><div><br />
</div><div>But what i saw </div><div>was innocent smile </div><div>It melted me down </div><div>I asked for the cost</div><div>and Bought what ever flowers</div><div>I could afford</div><div><br />
</div><div>The kid jumped</div><div>and laughed a lot</div><div>did I find my God then</div><div>Or how else do you feel</div><div>such an <b>eternal bliss</b></div><div><br />
</div><div>then i could realize</div><div>My lord actually crossed </div><div>barriers , just to </div><div><b>Meet Me</b> :-)</div>Smriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-76926039751743456202010-04-28T18:48:00.002+05:302010-05-03T21:52:43.884+05:30That 5 Letter Word<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-j_dxQ3O0zwMvGcjHMvX8aDOlquGtGosrLYp7VqJ29tm8ye3KA5jBae_rjh-TD2arTAmfKRUUHaVCO8B5OO8hrp1cW3Y8Q6jAukJSXmIC2v8H2pJ1pDFolP0vJGdXcccIcReHOpT6LWEL/s1600/stop-feeling-sorry-for-yourself1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-j_dxQ3O0zwMvGcjHMvX8aDOlquGtGosrLYp7VqJ29tm8ye3KA5jBae_rjh-TD2arTAmfKRUUHaVCO8B5OO8hrp1cW3Y8Q6jAukJSXmIC2v8H2pJ1pDFolP0vJGdXcccIcReHOpT6LWEL/s1600/stop-feeling-sorry-for-yourself1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
It wasn't my fault<br />
It wasn't my mistake<br />
This is how it had to be done <br />
Depends on your own take<br />
<br />
If you don't want <br />
Do not talk Do not respond<br />
My ego is with me anyways<br />
My dearest friend , <br />
My strongest bond<br />
<br />
Ohh !!! its quite long<br />
I miss you now a little<br />
Never has thought <br />
Our relation was so brittle<br />
<br />
Eyes have cried<br />
But wont show you tears<br />
You should see only the false pride<br />
For you which i always wear<br />
<br />
I am not affected<br />
My ego is replying<br />
But why then So many knots<br />
In my head are lying<br />
<br />
Finally said that 5 letter word<br />
Mind became suddenly unchoked<br />
Now how you react does not matter<br />
I did what was my job<br />
<br />
But smile came back on your face<br />
I too got my own grace<br />
Was this so easy<br />
Dunno why I let myself suffer<br />
For So many daysSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-60064827033040490462010-03-30T19:00:00.000+05:302010-04-01T13:08:44.268+05:30Dance is Magic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFMAc9dy7M0mClXD7TzKD5tb6X-Gttn1eJWJEoC6Pfb9zKrk6CgbKtR3-tJSGyKefY5uJeDnWE2WdvvPxgwtSBrQCFTF7o0a27IOXGDlk5J2tHFiHM_xiIOj5UFIanu2K65Z6jc-Wkn7cn/s1600/dance.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFMAc9dy7M0mClXD7TzKD5tb6X-Gttn1eJWJEoC6Pfb9zKrk6CgbKtR3-tJSGyKefY5uJeDnWE2WdvvPxgwtSBrQCFTF7o0a27IOXGDlk5J2tHFiHM_xiIOj5UFIanu2K65Z6jc-Wkn7cn/s320/dance.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454423992980820226" /></a><br />When you reach above sky <br />When you fly without wings<br />when you feel joy all around<br />Then you know WHAT MAGIC DANCE IS<br /><br />When you break every barrier <br />When you step beyond limits<br />When everything seems beautiful<br />Then you know WHAT MAGIC DANCE IS<br /><br />When those beats <br />Seem rhythm of life<br />When your soul lives up<br />As had never been more alive<br /><br />When you find <br />Till now what has been missed<br />Then you know <br />WHAT MAGIC DANCE IS<br /><br />Don't stop magic from happening<br />let it enter your life<br />spread your arms to feel charisma <br />Swing your body to feel divineSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-80322552978712315902010-03-19T13:57:00.001+05:302010-03-25T12:04:40.646+05:30You are you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRIRmBG3BodWvhvCAMBHLndzmntaBjY3DWfdCJ_u6njeiwTIzOi2rBptjnYwyGZ5tColbfheyADHnA0dyT6rTgOYFMf1F645dQbquMaLzA-w4vOVYehUYmRq2UW34sDM9APYN-SCuhdy60/s1600/Be_Yourself_by_Xerces.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRIRmBG3BodWvhvCAMBHLndzmntaBjY3DWfdCJ_u6njeiwTIzOi2rBptjnYwyGZ5tColbfheyADHnA0dyT6rTgOYFMf1F645dQbquMaLzA-w4vOVYehUYmRq2UW34sDM9APYN-SCuhdy60/s320/Be_Yourself_by_Xerces.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452163754324206962" /></a><br /><br />How could I question <br />What you believe<br />What you believe<br />Has made you <br /><br />May be what you think is false<br />May be what you think is true<br />But it is what you are <br />A beautiful soul<br />And a nice mind too <br /><br />IF I tell you to change<br />To change the way you think <br />Am I not asking you to bend?<br />To be a different being <br /><br />I may not agree <br />But I respect<br />I consider <br />What you said<br /><br />We may not think alike<br />We may not react same <br />But I feel same way <br />As you any joy <br />As you any painSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-62840420225560146742010-01-13T17:57:00.000+05:302010-01-13T18:04:51.821+05:30My Books -- My BuddiesBooks are my friends<br />They are my buddies<br />They are with me<br />with me when is no body<br /><br />Some times Preachers<br />Some times fun<br />they show me the ways<br />when i think there are none<br /><br />With them do not know<br />how time flies<br />When we are together<br />nothing remains dull<br />Everything shines , every thing smiles<br /><br />Visit the whole world<br />Without spending a penny<br />Experience every emotion<br />without facing consequences of any<br /><br />Isn't it great to <br />have such bounds<br />Truly they are with you <br />with no expectations , <br />with no demandsSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-25468860700800123192009-12-10T19:57:00.000+05:302009-12-10T20:01:36.635+05:30Why Again !!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibmMk83FTOuCUv77tc_H1pTySgQ85CT852BiGfRH20LIgwEQGBR_hlnJ21n5aoj-Z9YWW150-B-ty4V9mMoRG4DFZeArogkcEpvlvgCzZ34ssP2adse7ZVB7zWe3PhPqUvcRNj92UySe4p/s1600-h/2078130791_07b12458fa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibmMk83FTOuCUv77tc_H1pTySgQ85CT852BiGfRH20LIgwEQGBR_hlnJ21n5aoj-Z9YWW150-B-ty4V9mMoRG4DFZeArogkcEpvlvgCzZ34ssP2adse7ZVB7zWe3PhPqUvcRNj92UySe4p/s320/2078130791_07b12458fa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413615093344979314" /></a><br /><br /><br />It came returning to me <br />The path that <br />I had already traversed<br /><br />Why I need to <br />Go through all the problems<br />Again, when I had <br />Already faced them <br /><br />Why troubles returned<br />When I had already <br />Been through, with full might<br />With full strength<br /><br />Why, why again !!<br /><br />May be I faced the problems<br />But dint solve them <br />May be I passed through troubles<br />But never got over them <br /><br />May be I was strong enough<br />But was never<br />Wise enough to learn <br />Not mature enough<br />To Understand<br />Awake enough<br />To know<br /><br />That problems<br />Given by life<br />Are to teach me<br />How to survive<br /><br />How to be better soul<br />And not to stick<br />With part given <br />Refusing to become whole<br /><br />But now I have realized<br />What was ignored always<br />Just acceptance is not enough<br />What needed is <br />Not just to pass through <br />But mend those broken waysSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-88745274368120578692009-11-29T20:46:00.000+05:302009-11-30T10:24:52.247+05:30Early Morning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOzOjFN1fg0PhvDpIkVQrrgjc7AwBwrBc-T32eHpdmA61NhKwmwp_MLDr7znBInV-WNY5EoifId2HkzTt4V9Mb56xwy_BWFMmCZcMXFg-ppe5dX-ZR0MOGqUvN1W044SnjfL9ug1S9cat/s1600/SU_EarlyMorningFog_Nagel_082008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOzOjFN1fg0PhvDpIkVQrrgjc7AwBwrBc-T32eHpdmA61NhKwmwp_MLDr7znBInV-WNY5EoifId2HkzTt4V9Mb56xwy_BWFMmCZcMXFg-ppe5dX-ZR0MOGqUvN1W044SnjfL9ug1S9cat/s320/SU_EarlyMorningFog_Nagel_082008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409548801226049666" /></a><br /><br />Sky with rosy hue<br />Could feel it first time <br />Flowers responded smiling<br />Looking pretty, decorated<br />With drops of dew<br /><br />A little wet <br />Cozy cold <br />Such is the weather<br />Every sight is fresh <br />Surrounds you nothing old<br /><br />Old ones come smiling<br />Admiring nature <br />Observing the stillness in life<br />Young ones are running fast<br />Trying to match the pace<br />Trying to go ahead of <br />Whatever ahead is lying<br /><br />Birds in the sky <br />Have already flown away<br />For the regular chores <br />They might be going <br />To touch infinite’s other shore<br /><br />Its so regular <br />That we do not comprehend <br />Every step we put <br />Is an experience <br />Should not miss even a chance <br />Lock in your memories<br />All pretty moments spendSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-26040348288484850522009-11-06T10:41:00.000+05:302009-11-06T18:36:47.654+05:30I amaze Myself !!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkyYOfchOhfEddeSy3YbXVt1dWUw_6Jd4jq2iDYhSeGTqRyyezPE9aS_FiUzfGVuPfnRTxguxcFbbVfgfsg4L31UKqHKo3xzijQ_01tl4hwomWZkyzaUEUrUCltFpHk7Vpvx20MFGcX8c/s1600-h/development.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYkyYOfchOhfEddeSy3YbXVt1dWUw_6Jd4jq2iDYhSeGTqRyyezPE9aS_FiUzfGVuPfnRTxguxcFbbVfgfsg4L31UKqHKo3xzijQ_01tl4hwomWZkyzaUEUrUCltFpHk7Vpvx20MFGcX8c/s320/development.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400976263162434018" /></a><br /><br /><br />I wont be able <br />To even touch it <br />Away its lying<br />Sitting on a far summit<br /><br />Whats the point <br />In stretching hand<br />In troubling self<br />To approach unconquerable<br /><br />I kept waiting <br />For the Goal to come near<br />May be that was <br />Me impatient<br />That waiting no more <br />I could bear<br /><br />Finallly took a step <br />Stretched self to maximum<br />Knew though perfectly <br />What allowed is no back turns<br /><br />To what I reached <br />Was Beyond<br />Beyond all barriers,<br />Beyond all counts<br />Beyond all limits <br />Me, myself I found<br /><br />This feeling is <br />Most wonderfull<br />This feeling of <br />Amzing onself <br />That when you go ahead <br />Of borders, for you yourself<br />Have setSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-61025216115471186612009-09-21T11:56:00.001+05:302009-09-22T18:14:17.700+05:30Waiting For What<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJzVIf-qjCPhmjEFl1Kw7-JmKWmmKLjmn1LjRJ5GoQs7zrFcCqRRpD8BMT_pwZD0_HB4Yfu8J5DgJDwqduKSFh0I8YKla4fubarVZtrgVwo4njNWDmIWZvZ5g7oaCRvtCZaqmzsbQJ3oo/s1600-h/blindlyWalking.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJzVIf-qjCPhmjEFl1Kw7-JmKWmmKLjmn1LjRJ5GoQs7zrFcCqRRpD8BMT_pwZD0_HB4Yfu8J5DgJDwqduKSFh0I8YKla4fubarVZtrgVwo4njNWDmIWZvZ5g7oaCRvtCZaqmzsbQJ3oo/s320/blindlyWalking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384271566183070706" /></a><br />Never let the smile<br />Rose on my face<br />Always kept <br />the shine away <br /><br />When Will be able <br />to laugh my life out<br />Kept waiting for <br />Those fullfilling days <br /><br />Every Day break <br />started with conditions<br />I will be working<br />To make life heaven <br /><br />What is heaven <br />how it looks<br />But its not what<br />I have right now <br />For this i am sure<br />No doubts me holds<br /><br />To reach the unknown <br />Taking steps forward<br />Keeping eyes nowhere<br />aimelesly striding ahead<br /><br />In wait for <br />most beautiful sight <br />I forget to appreciate<br />In my way whats lying <br /><br /><br />May be the dreams<br />Are the reason to live<br />but can't we just <br />live what to us life gives<br /><br />May be the goal <br />is to touch the heaven <br />but Is it not lying <br />Around us <br />Every corner Every where <br /><br />These are the questions <br />I asked from me <br />and anwered conscious<br />life is beautiful <br />Closely if viewed<br />has been already build<br />What since years <br />Iam trying to constructSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-36366492925751433762009-08-20T13:03:00.000+05:302009-08-25T14:12:04.108+05:30That Something<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDKRtXatZoL17FW0hvqSCHDlw6sRUWqp4j4GiUiRNCDOOuv96KKeZoHRiXsLncVPx0HP-B7_IHGp9KHB4S7VAXmomAr8SJcsS2X8tUJvuYWwVXGhBrC1i6-HZLTU7HCt1zqFGjVXU5BRgp/s1600-h/lost.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDKRtXatZoL17FW0hvqSCHDlw6sRUWqp4j4GiUiRNCDOOuv96KKeZoHRiXsLncVPx0HP-B7_IHGp9KHB4S7VAXmomAr8SJcsS2X8tUJvuYWwVXGhBrC1i6-HZLTU7HCt1zqFGjVXU5BRgp/s320/lost.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373818718079752658" /></a><br/><br><br><br><br><br/><br><br><br><br><br/><br><br><br><br><br /><br /><br />Was that something<br />I had longed for ages<br />Was that something<br />Without which <br />Could not imagine living<br /><br />When saw that something<br />Going away from hands<br />Tears rolled down<br />Mind went blanked<br /><br />Was my destiny<br />That was my fortune<br />Then how can it go away<br />Leaving me senile <br />Leaving me alone<br /><br />Could not cry <br />Could not scream<br />Where dreams too weren’t mine<br />Was put in such sleep <br /><br />Had not the courage<br />To look towards empty hands<br />To see what was lying now<br />In place of my destiny <br />As a replacement<br /><br />Hope could ignore it forever<br />Keeping my eyes shut<br />Could keep my eyes fixed <br />On what was already left<br /><br />If possible could have done that<br />Could have stopped in way between<br />But what was walking is life<br />Can’t leave the hand <br />With it only will have to stride <br /><br />So will walk<br />And won’t turn back <br />Will keep searching for though<br />To fulfill self<br />With what me lacksSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-65509509119497136152009-07-30T19:10:00.001+05:302009-07-30T19:19:01.147+05:30From the RajmachiIn the lap of nature<br />Nearer to God<br />Had I been <br />to beauty unexplored<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGhHITm3cRMHGn4kIwcOt4eH8xYsxpNKXg7InuP7AU1v5aJgKoCjKdhT8CiJQ7Au7XcQtmz6Z7_cSDMOVnAKzxXvwMdFMOlXa4GqEDhqQC9ajElfX_hq_mbkhH6SKVOMZT9VGt98qzdW9/s1600-h/AP+Lonavla+Trip+182.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGhHITm3cRMHGn4kIwcOt4eH8xYsxpNKXg7InuP7AU1v5aJgKoCjKdhT8CiJQ7Au7XcQtmz6Z7_cSDMOVnAKzxXvwMdFMOlXa4GqEDhqQC9ajElfX_hq_mbkhH6SKVOMZT9VGt98qzdW9/s320/AP+Lonavla+Trip+182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364248438377277538" /></a><br /><br /><br/><br><br><br><br><br><br><br/><br><br><br><br><br />To the top of world<br />With the clouds <br />With me walked<br />Nature Uncloaked<br /><br /><br />Sky was never <br />so clear<br />Air was never<br />so fresh<br />Breathing was never <br />so easy <br />Eyes never felt <br />so relaxed<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgMOQ1KDPIHyKEXf-0ZeD4hq2o2lQA3Vmofv4Or9fLCGsvGnipq7Z1VjqGB0Jc8PrnnlEQPkIWch_5lztzMo7hs1UTjMbSZeAsqhcMny8qhxsGXk8bIsyFyNrek7ldcfU1UqzdOcktI_q/s1600-h/Ravi0145.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgMOQ1KDPIHyKEXf-0ZeD4hq2o2lQA3Vmofv4Or9fLCGsvGnipq7Z1VjqGB0Jc8PrnnlEQPkIWch_5lztzMo7hs1UTjMbSZeAsqhcMny8qhxsGXk8bIsyFyNrek7ldcfU1UqzdOcktI_q/s320/Ravi0145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364248118063107090" /></a><br /><br /><br/><br><br><br><br><br><br><br/><br><br><br><br />That gigling with buddies<br />That laughing on every fall<br />That getting up again <br />as had to see what beauty <br />more for us path holds<br /><br />Every sight<br />Every step <br />was an experience<br />To be kept <br />Preserved in minds<br />near to soul<br />So If ever feel exhausted<br />This I could recallSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-11615256006722233322009-07-16T17:27:00.000+05:302009-07-17T13:12:30.239+05:30To me From me ( on my B'Day ;-))<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51xvMHlENCq2G2xUNUhOT2GbgPYyFea_7QA4cAmchr_BodOT0lg2WtwFcwi0xFaRpiMQ_fEoB5BGjXzepMeDebOla-zmFCKMIIGt5dBdOSjrQIbAv9_FZaF9BNjTHvHt-mYoNBH3D25Zm/s1600-h/openYourEyes.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51xvMHlENCq2G2xUNUhOT2GbgPYyFea_7QA4cAmchr_BodOT0lg2WtwFcwi0xFaRpiMQ_fEoB5BGjXzepMeDebOla-zmFCKMIIGt5dBdOSjrQIbAv9_FZaF9BNjTHvHt-mYoNBH3D25Zm/s320/openYourEyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359331185761355826" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br />One more chapter of life<br />Going to unfold<br />Will be hearing verses<br />Unknown, Till now <br />which were unknown<br /><br />Knocking doors <br />Are new dreams<br />To open wings<br />To touch extremes<br /><br />New hopes <br />building bridges<br />From impossible to possible<br />towards the other end<br />that reaches<br /><br />Tonn mistakes I did<br />Spoiled many tasks<br />Became reasons for many tears<br />Broke many hearts<br /><br />But could wipe most of them <br />Managed to give smiles<br />To many faces <br />Coz or not Coz of me<br />who cried <br /><br />Forgetting All sadness<br />remebering all joys <br />Taking steps forward<br />Towards those new ways<br /><br />Where I could promise<br />myself to always smile<br />Will be able to light up lives<br />Self will have such aroma<br />Will have such shine<br /><br />Wil face all obstacles<br />Wont forget my might <br />Wil try to see through problems<br />Bring oppurtunities <br />In sight<br /><br />Such wishes <br />Such promises<br />may or may not get fullfilled<br />But these are to remember<br /> had thought once such <br />About what I really want<br />What i really feelSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-56185437643519917772009-07-09T18:19:00.000+05:302009-07-09T18:31:11.455+05:30The Realization<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6o86sfa3a0dsMD8pm_n5iimb9lcaDj5EaKkMv56R3_gWiPQZs8jT6u0nIDiCmYP2pJKMoxZaaP7oiL8IM_JVuSsFwsi3fTQqc633IoAS7S-1ZOtOmQ3cSEFqn5vE3_RKx026dkpxcDt9R/s1600-h/297951j0mjl4j0pi.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6o86sfa3a0dsMD8pm_n5iimb9lcaDj5EaKkMv56R3_gWiPQZs8jT6u0nIDiCmYP2pJKMoxZaaP7oiL8IM_JVuSsFwsi3fTQqc633IoAS7S-1ZOtOmQ3cSEFqn5vE3_RKx026dkpxcDt9R/s320/297951j0mjl4j0pi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356444303097275634" /></a><br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>In my own Awe<br />In my own Pride<br />In my own Ego <br />I proceed to <br />Teach you a lesson <br />To show you your place<br />To show where you truly lie<br /><br />I came <br />I saw your eyes<br />The brightness amazed me<br />Full of pearls, of sparks<br />No one could escape from grace<br />Could not get away<br />From kindness embrace<br /><br />Soul refused<br />But mind spoke<br />Brought out all hatred <br />Inside me that I hold<br /><br />But could not <br />remove the shine<br />From grace, from spark<br />Eyes never got deprived<br /><br />A humble apology <br />Last is wat I recollect<br />From the other side<br />May be tat was the only way<br />Of proving me wrong <br />And yourself right<br /><br />In no more moment <br />I could see<br />My pride melting<br />I could feel<br />The thoughts bending<br /><br />Hatred turned to guilt<br />Anger turned to realization <br />Cant Decide Who finally won<br />I , who made you apologize<br />Or you , What I am<br />Who made me realizeSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-81076012082081032942009-05-07T16:19:00.000+05:302009-05-07T17:13:27.809+05:30Deep Thoughts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb18NCFP0fuJlS4a2veA-BKk9JPuiynjEz3hucw9HKkdzse56VE8KGVY5zKaZM4vMlfzWR-aEwQnJmb4SBBPEbm58weenSITZnJmj5D0fPrZTCprMhnA1y7HuTLZpoFraZ_Fsp7dJC7Wsi/s1600-h/Deep_Thoughts.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb18NCFP0fuJlS4a2veA-BKk9JPuiynjEz3hucw9HKkdzse56VE8KGVY5zKaZM4vMlfzWR-aEwQnJmb4SBBPEbm58weenSITZnJmj5D0fPrZTCprMhnA1y7HuTLZpoFraZ_Fsp7dJC7Wsi/s320/Deep_Thoughts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333035068446678242" /></a><br /><br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br /><br />In deep Thoughts <br />In dark lane<br />so much i pondered<br />But all in vain<br /><br />Further I try to move<br />Darker the way becomes <br />Seems If goes any darker<br />Wont be able to find myself<br />Away from me own <br />to nowhere i will lead<br /><br />A step further, something hits my face<br />cant see the broken way<br />I trip on every second<br />have left my hands up <br />as eyes have stopped working<br /><br />Mind seemed to be blocked<br />Cant think of any way out<br />It sounds like dead silence<br />Own breath is only sound<br /><br />Will listen to Soul<br />As nothing else is speaking to me <br />For my breath is running<br />I believe I am alive, can get steady<br /><br />Slow steps, carefull moves<br />Is what needed , now to leave <br />Now to get free , from the cage<br />OF my own thoughts of my wrong beliefsSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-57643516689004168272009-04-01T10:18:00.000+05:302009-04-01T16:15:16.151+05:30Could not control them this time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAYsgjFB4vZ9LFSeJJGdTbQsOmFwRtRcwWfuRED2OsVJHXZTRJz7uccvc79lN4ZBRlRy4Q444HEmciHW5_1Jd5bDofFZU2rIbaWC10cxNe8HLc01dADhebpzo2o6QBnVnPjHxZjOf7Nja/s1600-h/tears.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAYsgjFB4vZ9LFSeJJGdTbQsOmFwRtRcwWfuRED2OsVJHXZTRJz7uccvc79lN4ZBRlRy4Q444HEmciHW5_1Jd5bDofFZU2rIbaWC10cxNe8HLc01dADhebpzo2o6QBnVnPjHxZjOf7Nja/s320/tears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319581221055520082" /></a><br /><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br />How did they went away <br /> Today from you <br />You had promised <br /> Will never let them escape<br />Then how could they <br /> Get rid of your grip <br />How could they move out<br /> A hold of them Why couldn’t you keep <br /><br />And shut the doors <br /> Draw the curtains down<br />So they die in there<br /> And not see the face of dawn<br /><br />Did their strength <br /> Become so huge<br />That power within weaken<br /> OR you were weak already <br />It was just an attempt to be else someone<br /><br />What ever it was<br /> But now has failed<br />All walls have broken<br /> Around you , which you have made<br /><br />The water has come out<br /> From the bars of eyelids<br />Till now what was safe in heart<br /> Now is in front of world<br />Totally exposed , Fully revealedSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8680224059155210088.post-51069427297296489612009-03-10T18:04:00.000+05:302009-03-10T18:17:31.884+05:30That Night<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAg83rmYJ7YkQcU2qSsVr2fwvlPvLQYRBJmo4DBz7ZNVVh2Z5qsadc2UDPSqyMcegoLYeDTkqi0Mc_SBr5CDOK3SEWe4QiHLQzbdkbbsPqRoOO8wAN8VV9KCSNX-NrtN1VY2Dt8lSmzzg6/s1600-h/midnight_dreams.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAg83rmYJ7YkQcU2qSsVr2fwvlPvLQYRBJmo4DBz7ZNVVh2Z5qsadc2UDPSqyMcegoLYeDTkqi0Mc_SBr5CDOK3SEWe4QiHLQzbdkbbsPqRoOO8wAN8VV9KCSNX-NrtN1VY2Dt8lSmzzg6/s320/midnight_dreams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311539094045750994" /></a><br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br /><br />Did not want To wake up<br />In such a place I was<br />Where nothing was stopping <br />Me to follow My heart<br />To do what I really want<br /><br />I could see myself <br />Dancing , hip hopping<br />With all my might <br />just didn't want to get up<br />As it will go away from sight <br /><br />Clapping people around me <br />Praising me for being my best<br />That was the loveliest sound<br />Thought How did I survive<br />Till now in that HELL<br /><br />Yes, that was no less than heaven <br />As joys were all around me <br />That suddenly mind screamed<br />No, Its not reality <br /><br />Did not want to open my eyes<br />To see the real world<br />Where I would be dancing<br />just for its sake<br />where claps still I will get<br />but all will sound fake<br /><br />The one night passed<br />But made me realised<br />that these dreams are only ones<br />who are truly mine<br /><br />Hey don't think <br />I wont take care of you<br />I will become deaf <br />to my own soul's sound <br />I will surely bring you alive<br />Just a little patience <br />For the commitments <br />to which I am already boundSmriti-The Rememberancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11089782004559424563noreply@blogger.com0