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The Poem for all Times 2nd Edition The first " The Poem for all Times " which was co-written with a friend touched on one aspect of love...." the finding part "....The second goes beyond that...to the " reclaiming part ". Here it goes... Main jee raha tha zindagi kuch aise, Khushiyon pe badal chaa rahein ho jaise. Bhula raha tha saare baatein aur yaadein, Akele raah pe chala jaa raha hun jaise. Ek mod pe do rahein mil gayein, Zindagi bhar saath chalne ke asha jag gaye. Woh raah na jaane kahan chale gaye, Zindagi ke bahar patjhar mein kho gaye. Us raah pe phir jaane ko dil karta hai, Woh kasme phir khane ko dil karta hai. Main jee raha tha zindagi kuch aise, Usse raah pe kise ke raah dekh raha hun jaise. check out the first Poem for all Times.... http://confessions679.blogspot.com/2007/08/presenting-on-friendships-day-neha-feat.html
The poem for all times...2nd Edition The Premise "Chaahe Jo Tumhe Poore Dil Se Milta Hai Woh Mushkil Se Aisa Jo Koi Kahin Hai Bas Vahi Sabse Hasin Hai Us Haath Ko Tum Thaam Lo Woh Meherbaan Kal Ho Na Ho..." Love is not meant to be all flowers and rainbows. Life changes, things move on and people change. Vows of a lifetime turn into bonds of distrust. Ties that binded two individuals into one now start to break. Questions and doubts arise in the mind. Letting go is very easy at this point. Holding on, seeing it through is the difficult part. But then isn't life supposed to be the same. You always have the option, give up or fight it out. It was never said that it was going to be easy , all that was said was it was going to be worth it. Getting the love of someone is the most special thing in the world. Do all you can preserve it and keep it from going. Real love, they say lasts forever. What makes love real , is the differences, hardships and doubts it went through and
Because forever has no end... What would you do if I went away. Would you forgive me, if I couldn't stay. Crossing boundaries, we would both meet, and write own own destiny. As with you forever, I will be your friend. Because my dear, forever has no end. What would you do if doubts took love away, Would you forgive me if I hurt you someday. Like a ship through stormy seas, Love would emerge stronger one day. As with you forever, I will be your friend. Because my dear, forever has no end. Have set out on this road again, a friend in you is all that I have. Fears there are, the road seems long. But with you with me, I can go all along. As with me forever, you will be my friend, Because my dear, forever has no end.
So near yet, so far....a Love Story Times since you not here, a life without life it seems. Whats a poem without a rhyme, Whats a life with you not there. Days since you not here, each minute seems an eternity. The shadows on my wall remind, my loneliness cast in time. Seconds since you not here, how much I miss you, I can not say. When every tear is a river of memories. When the breeze says your name, kisses my face and goes its way. Where are you, but in my heart. Love is forever, in the spirit it resides. Why should I miss you? Your love is always by my side.
Marriage:The story of a girl Dedicated to one of my very close friends, who's about to take the next step in life. Wishing her all the very best for it. A garden of dreams, was where she grew up. The family's little girl, was what they called her. Now, at the threshold, she wonders what lies ahead. Mixed emotions run through her head. As she leaves the world she has known, A new chapter in her life unfolds. But where old dreams end, new begin. As she wakes up from her childhood's dreams. A vision for the future now fills her heart. But fears abound, at what lies ahead. Where would it lead her, its all unsaid. Her silence speaks a thousand words. As her journey begins, for a whole new world. But shes a pilgrim, in search of destiny. The marriage is, just a stop on that journey.
Seasons of love.... (a new poem with Rashmi) It was the summer with its flair. But there was something hot in the air. The cheeks were blushing red, and the eyes were shining black. Yes, there was something hot in the air. It was the rain dancing with its zeal. But there were drops trickling on my feet. My smile was saying a thousand words. Her eyes promised a whole new world. Yes, there was something mysterious in the air. Then seasons changed and autumn came, But eyes which met now turned away. Love that was shared now turned to pale. Leaves of spring are only there, To be blown away, with autumn here. Yes, the eyes which met are now turned away. Winters have now come and we have moved on. Love now lost, only a chilling cold remains, Why can not it be forever? Why does it have to be this way? My wet eyes have a story to say. Yes, love is now lost, only a chilling cold remains.
Presenting on Friendships Day… Neha Feat Siddharth The poem for all times.... Mein jee raha tha zindagi kuch aise, Ek manzil ke talash the jaise. Ek raah dhoondh raha tha main, Kisse ka intezaar tha shayad mujhe. Mein jee rahe the zindagi kuch aise, Ek humsafar ke aas the jaise. Mein has rahe the kuch pal aise, Mano chupa rahe the apne aason jaise. Sitaron ke daman se ek taara mil gaya. Baadal hat gaya mujhe suraj mil gaya Roshni mein jag gaya, andhere kho gaya. Kisse ka saath mila aisa ke, kuch lamho mein pure zindagi jee gaya. Mein jeene laga zindagi aise, Ek dost mil gaya ho jaise. Ek raah mil gaye the mujhse. Apne hone ka ehsaas hua jaise. Duniya se door mujhe ek thikana mil gaya. Mujhe jeene ka ek aasra mil gaya. Zindagi mein khusiyon ka ek aashiyana ban gaya. Mano jeene ka ek bahana mil gaya. Mein jeene lagi zindagi kuch aise Doobti kashti ko ek kinara mil gaya ho jaise. Kushi jo mili aansoon aa gaye. Zindagi mein kuch pal hanseen aa gaye. Darti hun kahin apni nazar hi na lag jay

Roads gone by...

Collaborations....Siddharth Saxena Feat Rashmi Priyadarshini Part 2 Roads gone by... (A new poem co-written along with one of my very good friends.) "Zindagi ke safar main gujar jaate hain jo muqaam. Woh phir nahi aate woh phir nahi aate. " Smiles, laughter, joy and the play. The image of the girl, with that smiling face. Crushes and heartbreaks, every other day. All come back to me, Sweet memories as they say. Like the signboards on the highway. Roads gone by, not meant to stay. The childhood fights, the friends for life. The first drink, those times we spent. The first love, those promises, kept and unkept. Like the signboards on the highway. Roads gone by, not meant to stay. The gesture of your eyes, the pain in my cries. That midnight kiss, that first time hitch. Yes, there was something that your laughter had to say. Like the signboards on the highway. Roads gone by, not meant to stay. Those small small gifts, the after day rifts. That wa
An angel touched me... The poet is back, after a long time. Here's a poem, the first one written in Delhi, for about a year. Hoping you will like it. Such times there were, the skies seemed so distant. The lights were dimming, the night nearing. An angel came and showed me the way. From night to brightness, she took me away. Such times there were, when loneliness reigned. No shoulder to cry,no one to share my joys. The road was unknown,the paths all alone. An angle touched me and showed me the way. To rainbows and flowers she took me away. Hoping you all find the angel in your lives .

B School

Snapshots from Hell part2...Life at B School Its been a week now at B-School, and already it seems like it has been ages. After a year of working, going back to college has not been such a difficult transition to make, in the sense of adjusting to a college environment. It was only a year ago when I was sitting in the canteen of Delhi College of Engineering, remembering all four years of college life, and only eight months when, I was sitting in the classroom at the Mysore center of Infosys, learning the tricks of software. So, the office to classroom transition has been smooth. What new for me has been the jargon. "Networking" is now a key word, some say the most important word in the corporate world. Other key words include words from marketing jargon like "USP" or Unique Selling Proposition (whats your USP, is the first question seniors ask you here), or to the ubiquitous "value addition"(each and everything thing you do, has to have a value add ass
Love is all around me...Part2 Clarification to last post..:-):-):-):-):-):-) Well, the sad state of affairs in my life is ending. I am going back to Delhi and will finally be one of "them". The study workload willing, of course. Another factor is that I will be out of a job for the next two years. Well, thinking about that, I am not so sure after all, about leaving. The Pune-Delhi calls were at least manageable.Well, win some, lose some more.
Love is all around me...but still..... Husband and wife work in the same company. The wife waits in the office till the husband completes his work. Then the husband picks the wife up on his way home.What could be sweeter. A guy is shifting from his house. The girlfriend gets sad. The guy cuts his long hair about which the girl had been complaining for so long. The girl is happy again. The girl is going abroad for an assignment. The guy misses office to help her with her shopping and packing. The girl’s project party is canceled. The girl is sad. The guy takes the girl out for a party of her own. She is feeling well again. The guy has got admission in a good business school. He has his engagement with his long time sweetheart a couple of months after his joining. What a fairytale ending. A couple wins a lucky draw while shopping for a trip to a foreign location with stay and return tickets included.Lucky. On the other hand,on the home front, it seems life would forever be a set
Collaborations...Shivangi Malot Feat Siddharth Saxena Alone I walk... Alone I walk on this road of unmade dreams Alone I think who I am? Am I the one who is made to walk on this road or am I myself building this road by my unmade dreams. Alone I walk on this road of unmade dreams Alone I think who I am? Am I the one chasing an impossible dream, or am I the one making things impossible by my dreams. Alone I walk on this road of unmade dreams Alone I think who i am? Am I the one who makes you smile or am I the one who's tears make you cry. Alone I walk on this road of unmade dreams Alone all days, Alone all nights Always I think who I am. Walk to left, Walk to right Am I the one who knows the way that is right? Earth beneath, Sky above Alone I think what am I doing in between. Alone I find the meaning of being 'alone'. Alone I walk on this road of unmade dreams. Alone I think who I am... I long for love, I dream of paradise, But dreams break, and I get up.. Alone, lying alone
Dream On... "Yeh roshni ke saath kyun Dhuaan utha chiraag se Yeh khwaab dekhthi hun main Ke jag padi hun khwaab see." Have you ever had an impossible dream? A dream however much you want to, you know it will never come true. You pray and pray, wishing that maybe somehow this dream of yours came true. But deep down you know, that what you are chasing would forever be a dream, never a reality. A stage comes when you finally resign to fate, accept life and reality for what it is and forget that dream which you had. You stop dreaming then. You stop living. You are then the realist.The realist is the one who questions, for him its a game of rationale and logic. There is no scope for dreams, magic and miracles. In his words, the probability for them is zero. The dreamer doesn't go by cold logic and rationale. He thinks beyond the logical conclusion and the seemingly obvious rationale. As Bernard Shaw said, "You see things; and you ask 'Why?' But I dream things that
Friends.Forever. There are people, and there are people. There are friends, and there are friends. There are times, and there are times. Am glad i was there at the perfect time. A story of that special time... (Special thanks to Rashmi Priyadarshini for the video)
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What I also do at Pune...
Fortunate...Smiles and Tears Fortunate is the one who get a life worthwhile. Fortunate is the one who can share a smile. Fortunate is the one who has a shoulder to cry. Fortunate is the one who has a love in life. Love and friendship give a meaning to life. Fortunate is the one who has both by his side. A few find true friendship. Fewer find true love. Its a treasure, don't lose it. Cause you are the chosen few who has it. People live, people die, without love in their sight. Dont let go of it so easily. Just think about those who search for it, all their lives. (thanks to S.M. for the first line)
A Birthday Wish Birthdays tell us that, we have come so far, but we have so much more to go. Birthdays are a celebration of life, and a reminder that, life goes on. Year after year. It does not stop. We take the love and the memories along. Rest we throw away. And prepare ourselves to go ahead, to fulfill our dreams, till our next birthday. sid.
Jim Morrison: The Doors Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself-and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to-letting a person be what he really is. “There are things known, and there are things unknown, and in between are the Doors. ” The time to hesitate is through No time to wallow in the mire Try now we can only lose And our love become a funeral pyre Come on baby, light my fire Come on baby, light my fire Try to set the night on fire, yeah "Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you." I found an island in your arms Country in your eyes Arms that chain us Eyes that lie Break on through to the other side Break on through to the other side Break on through, oww! Oh, yeah! “If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's t
STATE OF THE ART...Pieces of Me. My Best Lines Ever. Written especially on the eve of 29th Mar 2006... This is how it started... On your birthday, Here are some pieces of me. Giving them from me to you, straight from the heart. For the moments you are alone. For the moments you will read them, and remember me. What are those pieces... (There’s a whole poem, but that would have to wait for some other time, some other day)
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Collaborations....Rashmi Priyadarshini Feat Siddharth Saxena Desire.......Not Without You. You are the fire, which is burning me inside, but this is the desire, when I close my eyes. You are the ocean, in which I am drowning, but this is desire, in which I am wandering. You are the earth, exploding beneath me, but this is the desire, building up inside me. With you is my destiny, make it true, Without you the desire would burn me through. You are the power of my breathless sighs, but this is the way I want to die. You are the the world above my sky, but thats the place I want my heaven to lay. The silence counts for my enchanting words, but still I want my whispers for you to hear. You are the seconds of my endless hours, but this is the time I always want to bear. These are the things I dont want to forget, but the only wish I had is to forget- You Forever. (special thanks to Rashmi Priyadarshini.)
From darkness to light... Friends forever, is what it seemed. A world of our own is what it looked to be. Moved too far away now, Maybe that’s what it was meant to be. Maybe there is after all, something wrong in me. Intentions good are what you need. Help, care and you shall receive. But you see life, and your faith shakes. Maybe being good was not the way to be. Maybe there is after all, something wrong in me. Hoping against hope. A new struggle each day. Twists and turns, yes that’s life. Failures and disappointments, How long would I see. Maybe there is after all, something wrong in me. Destinies have a way of unfolding, Doors have a way of opening. Luck changes, new paths emerge. Maybe I am alright, Maybe now it was not meant to be. Maybe the future belongs to me.