My friend…

This i've written for a very dear friend. It's a very simple, small poem but i mean every word of it...

My friend...
I don’t know what connects me to you
But the bond is definitely very strong
Something that I don’t understand sometimes
But I know will last forever long
For very few are the people who are important
To the very existence
Without whom life loses its meaning
Who always care for you with all their persistence
I thank god for making me meet you
When I needed a friend the most
I promise to stand by you
Whenever life seems to be lost
Ups & downs are part of life
But that can’t change anything for me
There’s something special about you
That should never change, that’s a humble plea

Thanks for being what you are
Thanks for being my friend
Thanks for being there

Main ek azad chidiya hoon...

Main ek azad chidiya hoon
Mujhe aasmaan mein udna achha lagta hai
Pedon ki daliyon par bethna achha lagta
Zameen par chugna achha lagta hai
Main sari duniya ko dekh sakti hoon
Main kissi ko koi nuksan nahin pahunchati
Main kissi ki zindagi mein rukavat nahin dalti
Main sabke bare mein sochti hoon
Lekin koi mere bare mein kyun nahin sochta?
Har taraph dhuan hai
Har taraph shor hai
Main kabhi kabhi dar jati hoon
Insaan kyun bhool jata hai bhagwan ne aur bhi zindagi banayi hai
Kuchh karo mere liye
Kuchh nahin kiya to insaan hi pachhtayega
Main to ek azad chidiya hi hoon

Morning walk...

every morning as i make my way towards the local park, it's a sight to see kids going to the schools. some are happy, some sleepy & most being pushed by their parents. but it's surprising to see that those who are happy are mainly the younger ones. they are more excited to go to school. some are walking with their parents towards their bus stops. some running towards the waiting vans where van wallas keep blaring their horns till they don't see distressed parents pushing their kids to run fast. some lucky ones are dropped by their parents to school in their cars & some unlucky ones are dropped on two-wheelers fighting the chill on the coldest morning of the season. but all this is an amazing sight to see. i sometimes wonder what these kids must be thinking while going to school & then i realize arre boss i was also a school going kid till few years back. then i start wondering what these parents must be going through sending their kids to schools every morning year after year for atleast 12 years. then i realize i can't imagine that. reason i need not explain. but i definitely feel greatful to my parents for doing the same for me for 14 long years.

My blog...

I had started my blog few months ago. Had registered but never started posting or personalizing it then. Last week PM (a colleague) opened his blog. It reminded of my poor one that had not seen a single post. I started remembering the name & password that i'm sure i must have given at the time of opening after much thinking. Suddenly i got very excited at the thought of doing something new. As it is life's been pretty boring these days. I personalized it, chose pink to give it a soft feminine look but kept the fonts loud & pretty in the face. That's how i am. Loud & in the face. Not scared of anybody/anything (except dogs, cockroaches, lizards, dozens of small insects). I published my first post & that gave me immense happiness. I decided i'll write everyday but unfortunately that's not possible. Sometimes i don't get time & at other times i don't know what to write. Recently i discovered (i always knew but not in a big way) my creative (writing) side. But poems/jingles or any other writing things come to me instantly. I can't write if i get very conscious about it. That's how i am. Basically a non-writer writer. But anyways i'll try to keep writing & posting whatever i feel like. Cheers!!!!

Something that i believe in & have been following since a long time...

hi

this quote describes me the best coz this is what i've been following since a long long time...i truly believe in it...

"be what you are,
feel what you say,
those who mind don't matter,
those who matter don't mind"

My first poem...

This was written on January 8, 1996. At that age friends mean the world. I dedicated this poem to all my good friends & made most of them read it. It's titled - 'People like you...'

People like you are so special,
that though they live apart,
always come near & near,
to your massive heart.

They live in your dreams,
they live in your imagination,
they become so familiar to your eyes,
that they need no identification.

Just thinking about them,
gives you so much pleasure,
they are some special people,
whom you always treasure.

They are such people,
who are always with you there,
whatever be the problem,
they are always there for you to care.

Such people though are few,
but are always near you,
just like a friend,
who is true...just like you.

You can never forget a true friend,
very close to your heart,
who has a special place in your life,
knows about you & your loving heart.

This is still dedicated to all my dear friends :-)

My first Post...

hi everybody...

this marks my entry into this world of blogging. this is my first post. and with this i'm beginning a new journey. hurray!!!!

i would love to see you all visiting my blog frequently & leaving posts/comments.keep smiling & take care...

nidhi