tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32670387882297193862023-06-20T21:44:22.902-07:00Time Flows Forever.....UK Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18110031630454246767noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267038788229719386.post-82466532712565882772018-09-09T09:33:00.000-07:002018-09-09T09:33:28.885-07:00Soulful Bond - A short Story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Years passed by and all her friends moved out of the neighbourhood to pursue their dreams and passions. Anandita started feeling a bit lonely, as she could not go much farther from her home. It was not because she did not want to go or she had no ambition of her own, but her physical condition did not permit her to venture out all by herself in this big vile world. Her movement was restricted because of her paralyzed state below her torso. However, she had an undaunted spirit and she did not want to feel sad or indulge in self - pity. She wanted to find a way to become self-reliant and make her parents proud. She was a knowledge-seeker and wanted to know everything under the sun. She had a voracious appetite for reading.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Her joy knew no bounds when her parents gifted her laptop on her 18th birthday. She felt as if the whole world was hers. Her laptop became her constant companion. She enrolled herself in NIOS (National Institute of Open Schooling) to complete her graduation. She started making friends and got in touch with her old friends through FaceBook. Her laptop became her window to the world and she created her own virtual world through it. Her parents were happy that she remained cheerful and content. They were happy that Anandita had a companion when they were away for work as both of them were holding very responsible and demanding positions and could not devote much time to their daughter. Nevertheless, they had tried to provide almost everything to her along with a caretaker for the house who looked after Anandita to the best of her capabilities.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Anandita and Shantanu started chatting regularly and their discussions were on books, poetry, education, social issues and last but not the least, politics. They seemed to have found reflectors in each other. Anandita started feeling restless until she shared her day's activities with Shantanu every evening and of course, so was the condition of Shantanu. Their discussions with each other were like tonics to their disposition. It was very surprising that they never had any personal discussions like their families though they discussed their friends, their own issues with the society, their dreams and ambitions and a whole lot of general issues. So much so, that Anandita started consulting Shantanu for her academic problems as well and Shantanu was always too happy and enthusiastic to help her in every possible way. Sometimes, when he was not very sure of himself, he would go through the relevant content himself to make her understand better. Within no time, they had become the best of friends. Anandita realized what was amiss in her life before Shantanu came by. However, she knew that she was not romantically inclined towards Shantanu. She only saw him as her very special friend, a soul mate who had completed the jigsaw puzzle of her life. There was a beautiful bonding between Anandita and Shantanu.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">There was something that was disturbing Anandita for a few days, but she was not able to bring her to talk to Shantanu about it. Yes, they shared a beautiful relationship but why did they refrain from talking about their personal life. They knew nothing about each other's families. There were no pictures on the Facebook as both of them posted them very rarely, though they regularly responded on various groups and posted their views. This thought had made her rather restless and a doubt lurked into her mind. She did not want to spoil their beautiful relationship and at the same time, she did not think it to be something very difficult to talk about. She thought of bringing it up that evening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Anandita's examinations were approaching and she had to prepare exceptionally well as she had aimed to top her course. Her professors also encouraged her during the contact classes and were confident that she would come first in the course. They appreciated her for her assignments and told her that her content was excellent. She felt very happy and motivated. Shantanu had been a great help to do her assignments to near perfection. She was feeling sad that he had not contacted her though she messaged her contact number to him. She was also getting worried for him, but then she had no other means to contact him or to know anything about him. She busied herself in her studies but checked for any message from him from time to time. He seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth. However, she kept herself strong and did not let her spirits down. Their discussions and Shantanu's positive attitude had rubbed well with her own ‘never – say – die' spirit. She was happy that she had Shantanu in her life at the time when she was most depressed and lonely. He had brought a lot of optimism and happiness to her life and had motivated her to stay positive irrespective of the circumstances. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Anandita worked very hard and did not let her mind sway to any kind of disturbing thoughts. Meditations helped her in keeping her calm and focused on her goal. She wanted to achieve heights and nothing would deter her from doing that. She gave her examinations with good preparation and was satisfied with her performance but her thoughts kept going back to Shantanu and deep down she had started feeling very lonely without him, but then she knew there was nothing she could do about it. Time would be her best healer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">It was not that she had no other friends. Her friendly and caring nature had endeared her to many. She had some very good friends who saw her beyond her disability. However, she always felt a lack as if her soul was lonely. Whenever she felt confused or was in any kind of dilemma, she would refer to her conversations with Shantanu and it always pepped her up and filled her with confidence all over again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> She started keeping herself busy throughout the day. More so because she had become independent in her movement now and could move around the locality on her own. Her parents had got her an automatic wheelchair and she was no more dependent on her caretaker to take her around. She even went to the nearby shopping complex to buy anything that she wanted. Her favourite place was the National Library, which was not very far from her house. Her lone ventures had filled her with an extraordinary confidence and it was a delightful sight to watch her moving around so comfortably, happily and independently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">It was a proud moment for herself and her parents when she topped in her graduation and got a scholarship to pursue her Masters from Delhi College of Economics. She was overjoyed, wrote a message to Shantanu on her achievement, and thanked him for his positive contribution in her life, though she knew it would be futile, she had to share this with him. Lo and behold! Shantanu messaged back congratulating her and told her that he was really proud of her!! She was dumbstruck! She read the message again and again!! She told him to call her and messaged her contact number again but he messaged back saying that he could not call her. When she asked if she could call, he sent her his number but told her not to call and only message.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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UK Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18110031630454246767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267038788229719386.post-72988193755128697442014-03-31T03:09:00.002-07:002014-03-31T03:09:34.638-07:00Aaj ka manzar......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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कतरा-कतरा ज़िंदगी टूट रही है<br />
लम्हा-लम्हा मौत की चादर बिच्छ रही है|<br />
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खुदगर्ज़ हर इंसान हो रहा है<br />
बेजान हर जवान हो रहा है|<br />
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हैवानियत का हर तरफ़ एक खूनी मंज़र है<br />
ज़र्रे-ज़र्रे में लालच का ज़ेहर है|<br />
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जहाँ तक जाती है नजर<br />
हर तरफ़ है फक़त इक कहर|<br />
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लालच इंसानियत का गरेबान नोच रहा है<br />
सत्ता का अहंकार खुदा को बेच रहा है|<br />
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लगता है अब तो उस खुदा की<br />
बर्दाश्त का भी अंत हो रहा है|<br />
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अब वो लम्हा दूर नही यकीनन<br />
जब आएगी लहर इक यकीन की<br />
और........<br />
ले जाएगी बहुत दूर बहाकर कहीं<br />
लालच, हैवानियत और अहंकार की<br />
यह दीवार कहीं............<br />
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UK Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18110031630454246767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267038788229719386.post-80318889276516061232014-03-27T10:40:00.000-07:002014-03-27T10:40:09.349-07:00Thoughts.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">Pivot of my life has wavered, it seems</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">I am getting imbalanced in my heart and mind</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">Something is troubling me, deep within</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">But, I can not figure out...what!!</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">It seems that my belief has weakened..</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">in my convictions, in my very self, it seems</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">A continuous tussle has been going on</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">between my logic and emotion</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">Tearing my existence apart.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">My whole self has got badly entangled</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">trying to get away to find a middle path</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">between my materialistic ambitions and</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">spirituality in emotions....</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">making my soul restless and mere a weakling...my heart.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">Why do I feel so forlorn?</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">What does my soul await .....</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">to feel happy and light?</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">I wish, I knew ...</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">what is my heart's innermost desire?</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">What my soul thirsts for???</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">For want of what, it is so listless??</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">I thought </i></span><i style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was pretty strong</i><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">in my heart and mind</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">And, had a notion...</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">I knew my heart...</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">But, disposition of my innerself</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">made me aware...</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">It was merely an illusion...</i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">from the hard reality...far apart......</i></span><br />
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UK Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18110031630454246767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267038788229719386.post-2596640138883929992014-03-03T20:56:00.000-08:002014-03-03T20:56:40.927-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: blue;">हो जाए जब तू ऐ दिल, कुछ नासाज़-सा</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> ख़ुद से और जहाँ से भी कुछ नाराज-सा</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">लगे जैसे कि ज़िंदगी के गुलशन को</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">हर तरफ़ से घेरे म ले लिया है खिज़ा ने|</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">बेज़ार-सा हो जाए जब तू</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">ख़ुद अपने आप ही आप-से|</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">लगे जब के किश्ती है घिर गयी ज़िंदगी की</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">नाउम्मीदियो और बद्नसीबियो की मौजों में</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">और....ख़ुद पे आन ए लगे इक रहम-सा|</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">तब.....</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">तू ऐ मेरे दिल</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">देखना उन मस्ती में झूमते पेड़ों को</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">सहते हैं जो हर मौसम के थपेडों को</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">इंतज़ार रहता है, फिर भी, उन्हे बहार की सुबह का</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">सुनना उन चिड़ियों की चहक को</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">जो घोंसला बनाती है अपना चुनकर तिनका-तिनका</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">तोड़ जाए जब-जब, इक तेज़ हवा का झौंका ठिकाना उनका|</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">बस....</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">तू ऐ मेरे दिल</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">इतना अगर एहसास कर लेगा</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;">कभी फिर, हँसते-हँसते यूँ उदास ना होगा|</span><br />
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UK Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18110031630454246767noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267038788229719386.post-5541164892789923462014-02-28T01:17:00.000-08:002014-02-28T01:17:48.895-08:00Decorate your own soul<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>The world is like a mirror and one sees one’s own
reflection on it. Everyone experiences it. When we are happy in our heart and
our mind free from any stress and burden, everything around seems good. At this
time we are in a positive frame of mind. Our heart feels fresh and wants to
embrace the whole world into its chambers. Our soul smiles and floats in
clouds. Our heart, mind, soul and body are in synchronization. Just pause and
think here…….I am sure that you will find many instances in your life when you
experienced it personally. We feel highly enthusiastic at these times and
confident enough to win the whole world. We get a rainbow vision at such times.
We feel that nothing can deter us from achieving whatever we want to. Our soul
feels empowered.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Now, witness the other scenario when we are with dampened
spirits and feeling very low deep down. What happens then?? Everything around
seems to be so totally bleak and life seems to be listless. Nothing feels right
and we get enveloped into self-pity. The whole world around us seems to
conspire against the very existence of us…….Have you ever tried to go into the
depth of the disposition of your mind and heart? Have you ever tried to fathom
the depth to which your disposition has seeped into your soul? If you sketch a
portrait of your soul at that time, it would be in a very bad
shape….fragmented, shattered and disfigured. It feels enchained and desperate
to break away from this claustrophobic cell. You know it, you feel it , you
want to set it free……..you do want to feel happy but then what happens which
stops you from doing all this……..Have you ever tried to find the root cause of
feeling thus? <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>Most of the times, we, ourselves are the culprits of our
depression, despondence and of our desolate self. Are you surprised by this
revelation of mine???? I know that you are not. Deep down in our hearts we know
that we can make our soul smile. How?? In spite of knowing the answer, it’s
human nature to show ignorance. In our scriptures, it is written, “You are your
own best friend and you are your own worst enemy.” When I read it many years
back, as a youngster, I could not understand its relevance. As I advanced in
years and maturity, I understood its significance. We cannot hold anyone else
responsible for our own disposition and doings. Earlier we understand it better
it is for us and our surroundings. Human mind is very powerful and the thought
within are the oars to run the boat of life. To keep the boat in motion and
also row smoothly, we have to keep a check on oars. Whether the thoughts we
think are positive or negative, decide the disposition of our soul. It is a
vicious circle. We cannot keep our thoughts and soul as separate identities.
Our thoughts are our strength and weakness. It depends upon us now how do we
want to live our lives------Do we want to roam in a barren land or we want to
take a walk in a garden with beautiful flowers in it. What are we waiting for
then???? Lets get up and take the world into our embrace. Let us decorate our
own soul to spread the fragrance around. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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UK Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18110031630454246767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267038788229719386.post-38738061779215757622014-02-10T23:23:00.000-08:002018-09-12T06:11:01.841-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It was a chilly morning. The Sun looked depressed as it was
desperate to come out in the open and shine but the stubbornness of the thick
smog just won’t let it exert itself. After a long wait, it came out smiling at
last. The moment the rays peeped inside my bedroom, I too left the cozy bed and
stepped out into my balcony to greet the smiling Sun. I was enjoying the warmth
of the sun and was conversing with the plants in the little corner of nature in
my balcony. It was a beautiful feeling to sit amidst the gifts of the Almighty.
I, indeed, felt mighty blessed for a beautiful morning.</div>
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I was just looking out at the far stretched empty space and
trying to look afar when my glance fell on some children in the slip road right
in front of my apartment. The older one was making bundles of twigs that the
younger ones were collecting. The hedge was trimmed and the twigs were
scattered on the slip road. This sight suddenly reminded of a sight from my own
past. I was transported back to a life which I had experienced many years back.
The memories of those few years started flashing in my mind. They were
impressionable years and I understood their great significance today, it
seemed. It was only an enjoyable activity back then as my brother and I roamed
in the forest collecting dry wood to use as fuel.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Over the years, I had kind of forgotten those
days but my memory was vivid today fueled by the scene I witnessed. I realized
that we were never made to feel that we were going through any kind of hardship
back then. But, now, as the layers of those days started peeling off
one-by-one, I realized that our mother and my older siblings were going through
a very tough phase with a smile on their lips and a hope in their heart.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I have always been a great admirer of people with a hope in their heart and strength in their minds with a confidence attitude. I owe it to my upbringing by my parents who instilled such values and attitude in</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%;">my siblings and me. </span></div>
UK Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18110031630454246767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267038788229719386.post-74188935084232172752013-11-21T06:21:00.001-08:002013-11-21T06:21:34.884-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
A relationship shrivels up<br />
it withers down<br />
into a mere tag<br />
when the layers of pretensions<br />
start peeling off.<br />
<br />
When the egos<br />
force their way<br />
into the little passes<br />
created within the mountains<br />
of self obsessions......<br />
<br />
When the inflated prides<br />
hide the beauty in a togetherness<br />
and the existence of<br />
love and respect and oneness<br />
vanishes into thin air.<br />
<br />
A relationship shrivels up<br />
like a helpless being<br />
which feels itself naked, unprotected<br />
when the covers of<br />
love, faith and respect<br />
are suddenly taken off........<br />
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UK Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18110031630454246767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267038788229719386.post-73817382165892953722013-11-17T20:59:00.004-08:002013-11-17T20:59:55.409-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
Life.....<br />
I know not what thou art...<br />
<br />
In the long journey of thee<br />
where does a step of one's take<br />
know not anyone......<br />
A thought, an idea, a dream, a goal.<br />
<br />
Where would one reach<br />
in a moment......<br />
Who knows...<br />
a destination, a misconception, a disillusion.<br />
<br />
What would<br />
a momentary decision give<br />
no one knows...<br />
a loss, a gain, crossroad.<br />
<br />
Just one moment<br />
Just one thought<br />
Just one step<br />
Just one decision<br />
<br />
And............<br />
<br />
A life changes<br />
an illusion surrounds<br />
a destination lost<br />
......forever....<br />
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UK Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18110031630454246767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267038788229719386.post-22036658761219089962013-11-17T20:49:00.000-08:002013-11-17T20:49:51.899-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I foresee a different horizon<br />
far, far away from this mortal land<br />
a free-spirited me floating over the<br />
bed of pure, white, fluffy clouds<br />
smoothness of journey and purity of mission....<br />
souls are thus bound<br />
<br />
Above the materialistic feelings,<br />
which make the very existence sinful<br />
to a blessed existence<br />
where expectations, disappointments, greed, envy<br />
hold no ground....<br />
<br />
Yes, that's where I want to be<br />
free from all kinds of worldly clutches of emotions<br />
where serenity fills the soul<br />
where this restless heart is devoid of any desire<br />
faith in the almighty, where wavers not<br />
despondence desolate self<br />
where not heard of...</div>
UK Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18110031630454246767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267038788229719386.post-9241197600491237122013-09-16T10:54:00.001-07:002013-09-16T10:54:46.721-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
THE SOUL OF OUR HOUSE........OUR DAUGHTER<br />
<br />
As I sat down to write something for you today<br />
the first line that flashed on the screen<br />
of my mind was......<br />
You are the soul of our household.<br />
<br />
Our hearts sing and eyes smile<br />
seeing the happiness on your lovely face<br />
A gloomy sheet spreads all around<br />
seeing your eyes with a blue trace<br />
You are indeed the soul of our household<br />
with your disposition, it is completely bound<br />
<br />
These are our heartfelt wishes for you<br />
Life may be wrinkle free, forever for you<br />
Your heart be filled with happiness ever<br />
in turn, we shall remain sorrow free forever<br />
<br />
May the almighty be kind on us<br />
with His choicest wishes you should be blessed<br />
Guiding you towards achieving all that you desire<br />
Providing you the pedestal to reach higher and higher.......</div>
UK Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18110031630454246767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267038788229719386.post-39267523407030072822013-09-16T07:44:00.003-07:002013-09-16T07:44:53.954-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
<br />
Memories.......<br />
lie caged in the walls of mind<br />
seem to be an inner strength sometimes<br />
but....<br />
make me completely weak<br />
at times...<br />
<br />
I am amazed at my attitude<br />
towards these lifelong<br />
companions of mine.<br />
I cling to them sometimes<br />
fearing they might<br />
leave me in distress<br />
for, in absence of them<br />
I feel, I will be lifeless.<br />
Yet.....<br />
I want to shun them away<br />
for, I realize<br />
memories tend to<br />
hover over the present<br />
and, ruin the future.<br />
They become a hindrance<br />
in the path of ambition.<br />
<br />
But......<br />
there seems to be no solution.<br />
It seems to be<br />
an everlasting war<br />
between.....<br />
the reason and the emotion.</div>
UK Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18110031630454246767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267038788229719386.post-69376224825834692652013-09-13T02:30:00.001-07:002013-09-13T02:45:01.139-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So many of us had been waiting for this Final Verdict with a bated breath!!!!!!! We all wanted the worst ever punishment for them but today when they have been given the Death Sentence......everything has gone numb within....there seems to be a strange silence around....<br />
<br />
Where do the society, the system, the upbringing...go wrong to create individuals with such a psyche, such barbaric attitude who can inflict such cruelties in their senses!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
<br />
I am just thinking about the time when they were born and there must have been celebrations and felicitations in their families....what all dreams must have been woven by their parents.......What happened then!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
<br />
Why could no body see the seeds of barbarism in them............Why could not they be cured of such mentality.........!!!!!!!<br />
<br />
There are so many individuals who possess such barbarism and cruel attitudes. How I wish that some thing could be done to eradicate those negative and antisocial minds...........No person is born with such things but what makes that person to turn into such a monster!!!!!!!!<br />
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UK Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18110031630454246767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267038788229719386.post-26655895221445847002013-09-12T11:38:00.000-07:002013-09-12T11:38:33.860-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Laughter is the best medicine, they say,<br />
but, where does it exist in the world of today?<br />
<br />
Man has replaced his hands<br />
with stronger machines and.....<br />
has, in the bargain, lost the significance<br />
of living in a natural way.<br />
<br />
Where are those hands today<br />
which held hands in a loving way<br />
where is that heart today<br />
which had a melodious beat<br />
for something to say<br />
<br />
Why everyone hides oneself<br />
behind a superficial mask today<br />
The world would have been<br />
a much better place for all to stay<br />
If only, one could be just true to oneself<br />
with a face without a fake....<br />
<br />
<br />
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UK Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18110031630454246767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267038788229719386.post-70560691101141068622013-09-12T06:56:00.000-07:002013-09-12T06:56:26.740-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
12 September 2013<br />
<br />
I just read the article 'In My Opinion' by Dr Diepiriye Kuku in the September edition of the Readers' Digest and my soul stirred with shame and guilt being an Indian. I want to sincerely apologize to him for having suffered such humiliation on account of insensitive remarks and actions by my fellow citizens.<br />
I would like to question all those who had an audacity to pass such derogatory remarks to a fellow human being if they have forgotten the vastness and the variety of their own country. Ours is the only country in the whole world with such a diversity in cultures, religions and even in the skin colour.<br />
The sanctity of our country is at a stake if a guest to our country gets such notions towards it. A country which is the hub of spiritualism can have no worse insult. A country where Lord Krishna and Lord Rama are worshipped who , as per the mythological readings, were dark skinned, such racial discrimination and ill treatment is an utter shame, in my opinion. </div>
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