pieces of me...

The RED Tree and other related memories There is a tree, a tree with red flowers..standing and seeing what all the last 2 years have been...its now full with flowers...but everyday you look...the flowers keep falling...and the tree...standing like it has always been...saying goodbye to the flowers fallen...waiting for the wind to take them away and spread their fragnance...the tree stays the same...only the flowers keep coming and going. and then...one fine day...a time comes to recollect...to remember..to rejoice...to cry....sometimes you just don't want to move on....you would want time to stay....life's always like that...a set of moving images with no pause button...and then you just don't want to stay in that place...where every thing reminds you...of the time, the image, the moment...which just wouldn't stay! The tree in front of the mess at IMT, full of flowers two weeks ago, now when the time has come to depart, empty branches remind you of the the time t...

About a Girl... ...(searching for things...that I just can not see...) Before realizing a dream, the first step is to realize what is it exactly that we want from life. To many times we wander aimlessly without knowing what is it that we really desire. This poem is about one such girl. It is about everyone infact, everyone who is going through the path towards self realization and awareness. About a girl, a story begins. Her life it was, caught in a cage. To break free was what she crazed. In deep thought she spent all day. Something was missing in her life. A dream maybe, some wings to fly. Khushi na jane kahan chale gaye the. Anginat parchaiyon main kho gaye the, Ya, raat ke sitaron main so gaye the. Pata nahin kya chah rahe the, Apne aap ko he pehchan rahe the. Ek sapna, ek manzil talaash rahe the. (The is the first of a set of two poems...the second is about the same girl..having realized what she wants and now aware of herself...there is no stopping her in her path towards the ful...

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

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...

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 .

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...

Sweetheart... From today onwards, I will be writing a series. A series about love, true love. Its dedicated to two of my very close friends. I will call them N and S. The series is called Sweetheart, and it starts with a touching poem, in Hindi which S wrote for N. Hoping you will like it. Dosti se pyaar aapse kar beethe, Aapke pyaar mein hum kya se kya kar beethe Aapne hamme chooaa, toh aap ek dost se kuch aur he bun beethe. Zindagi mein aap humko mile, ghum jo hamein tha hum bhula beethe, khushi aapko dein, zindagi bhar ke, isse tamanna se hum, apni jaan aapko bana beethe. Door hain aapse aapko yaad karte hain, Aapki baatein ssoch kar, tanhayee mein muskara liya karte hain. Mil jaayein agar toh zindagi bhar khuda ko yaad karein ge. Na mile agar toh............. jannat mein aapka intezar karenge.

Six Gems...songs that touched me... 1) Tumse Milke ...Soul stirring music, great lyrics, Anil Kapoor and Madhuri...burning up the screen. What more can you ask for? A very touching and romantic song from parinda. The lyrics echo the feelings... "Maine kiya hai raat din, bas tera he intezar, tere bina aata nahi, ek pal mujhe ab aaram, apna yeh vada raha, tumse na honge judaa." 2) Aata Jaate : So what if the music is a straight lift from "I just called to say...". The lyrics and the amazing vocals make it a song to hum and remember. The songs from maine pyar kiya and the way it captures all the emotions involved in the realization of being in love , is just outstanding. Ofcourse, ..."yahi sach hai, shayad...maine pyar kiya". 3) Tujhe Dekha : SRK, Kajol, DDLJ...need it say more??? Yes, 'Pyar hota hai deewana sanam, ab yahan se kahan jaaye hum, tere baahon mein mar jaaen hum." Perfect chemistry, perfect song. A song which set the mood for an entire ...

Close to my heart... In moments of solitude, your mind wanders. You think of things close to your heart. Things that bring you comfort. Things that connect to again to your past, to your loved ones, to that special loved one. Handwritten letters which speak of love, that photo album with all your favorite college pics, that photo frame with you and that special someone, pictures of your family in happy times and yes some gifts, each reminding you of a very special person, reminding you also of a very special moment. All of these enshrined in memory. Memory...?Yes, memories to cherish. Yes, these are the few things I have got now. Sometimes a smile, sometimes a tear. Giving company in times of loneliness and giving strength to carry on. These are the things close to my heart.

The story continued....in SS677's words... "So i pick up where sid has left off, what makes me even better candidate to continue is the fact that i was the one who was in the most conscious state of the three of us...first to correct sid lets make that 300ml of his something like 180ml-200ml....by god sid to 50ml lete hi tunn ho jata hai :D !! well getting back to the story i and 682 returned to hostel, with me having a swollen foot with the injury i had that morning, i hoped that whiskey will help (and help it did ;) ) after waiting for some 30 mins 679 made an entry, and i swear that was an entry to remember, i had never seen such a beautiful bottle nor such a sexy packing in which it came!! And here begun the night of frenzy and wild fun....three of us pegs after pegs and highs after highs....wild dances...crazy GCs...there were four of us 677 679 682 and signature and it was a night to remember...when our namkeen got finished we went out for a walk and each one of us tried...

The last day...Project, Some Special Moments and 300 ml of whiskey.... ...the story of my last working day in DCE and the last nite in the hostel... The time is 4 in the morning. Am still on the computer, reading those final few topics and copying those final few files onto my pen drive. All in preparation for our B-Tech project presentation, the next day. The D-Day, in fear of which we all had been living for the past few months. Yes, the day had come. But, despite all the talk of leaving college, the feeling of actually leaving college, the realization that all of might be together for the very last time, had still not come. That feeling come three days later, when after the project submission, even the formalities of no-dues from college were completed and the hostel room surrendered. But, thats another story. Coming back to the D-Day, here I was going to sleep at 4am waking up at 6am, getting ready and on the way to college by 7:30. I reached finally at DCE by 9:20, which was my ...

I am FANNA... Dur Humse Jaa Paoge Kaise, Humko Bhool Paoge Kaise. Hum Who Khushbu Jo Saanson Mein Utar Jaye, Khud Apni Saanxon Ko Rok Paoge Kaise.. Rone de tu aaj hamako tu aankhe sujane de baho me lele aur khud ko bheeg jane de hai jo seene me quaid dariya wo chut jayega hai itana dard ki tera daman bheeg jayega.. E Khuda Aaj Ye Faisla Karde, Use Mera ya Mujhe Uska Karde. Nahi Likha Agar Nasib Me Uska Naam, To Khatam Kar Ye Zindagi aur Mujhe FANAA Karde. Tere dil mein meri saanson ko jagah mil jaaye tere ishq mein meri jaan fanaa ho jaaye adhoori saans thi dhadkan adhoori thi adhooren ham magar ab chaand poora hain falak pe aur ab pooren hain ham.

Hum Tum...

Its a new day.Its a new collection. Starting a new phase... Going on a new path, What better than a new song collection, to start things off... Here is presenting Visions ...and the first song is.... Thoughts on a beautiful day A day of dreams... an evening of beauty, long to see you, as lovers only do. Happiness apparent, longing within, to see you, to be with you. On a day like you, sweet and charming. Cant stay without you, alone and longing. Wishes I know dont, come true, just when you want them to. But whats a wish if its fulfilled so easily. Whats a dream if it, becomes reality so early. So, with you not here, and I can only wish... That we would be together dear, and days like this would come again, and you would be with me, soon.

Taking stock...part2...the poems The cheesiest poem.... the Silliest Song Ever The most popular... Friends Forever The critics award... Deception The most commented... Dilemma The positive message award... Autumn Leaves The story in a poem award... Stella's story My favorite poem... The Hazy picture... My Best poem...On your birthday No link???hahaha.No its not an error.The songs dedicated so can not be put on the site. My next poem is Thoughts on a beautiful day... and it would be posted very soon.Watch out for it...

Well...I am back... Confessions is now five months old, and now its time to sit back and take stock. Here a listing of the most memorable posts... The most comical post ...all the dope on what shouldnt but does happen at MBA GD's. Group Discussions and Personal Interviews The most sentimental post... the feeling of what if???the fear of losing, and hope of being together... the road to ' friends forever ' The even more comical post... the story of Five Point Someone, or rather 65% someone in DCE... Five point someone in DCE The most controversial most ...talk about hidden coded messages, talk about ....;-)You just wouldn't want to miss this... Songs,Dil se...Especially for you The first college leaving post.. .all the emotional talk about leaving college, friends and also some other sentimental things;-) In da Zone The straight from the heart post ...all things about my sis. For my sis... The last(hopefully) college leaving post... happiness apparent, fears within. Th...

The Sound of glass...not just another college leaving post. Ask anyone of us in college, what are you doing these days?The answer would be the same. Same to the point of being, well boring. Well, I know we are all enjoying our last days in college. Yes, we are having the time of our lives. Yes the coming exams do not scare us one bit(that fear actually disappered a long time ago). Yes, we are all looking forward to the future. Yes, we will miss these days. Yes we will miss sitting in the canteen for hours talking pointlessly, like we do now. Yes, we will miss the fun in the hostel. Yes we will miss the night outs just before the exams. Yes will miss the sleeping in classes, copying assignments...the usual things. Yes we will miss these four years. Yes, we will miss all the friends we made here. Yes, we know these days would never come back again. The external happiness apparent in all of us, when you see us enjoying to our hearts outs, hides the pain, the pain of seperation, from coll...

Echoing the sentiment And If I Did Not Make Mistakes Katie Paton...a Scottish Poet And if I did not make mistakes And give too brief a thought to heavy questions And too much time to little matter; Or if I always knew which road to travel Where every step would lead me into daylight And if each face that turned to watch me pass Was broken by a smile; Or if whenever I should choose to lay my heart Bare upon the sun-warmed grass, It always was returned with tender touches And carried by a song; And if my heaviest burden were only to be A breeze upon my back, and blossom in my hair, And my brow was never crossed with lines of pain; If all this endless summer were my lot And winter's fury never beat me back, Then I never would have seen the stormy nights Through which I've struggled, fought and won; I never would have known the joy of needed comfort given, Or the essence of a FRIEND!!!!!!!!! check out... http://shreshth.blogspot.com/2006/03/tough-times.html

QUE SERA SERA... Well...well...well.if there's one question that's on everyone's lips, its about the future. what will happen tomorrow? by thinking about what happened and worrying at what might be in store for us in the future, we forget, whats most important to us, and that's our present.so, coming back to our questions about our future, here is DORIS DAY answering all of them with one of my most fav songs...QUE SERA SERA.read it.enjoy it. When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, 'What will I be? 'Will I be pretty? 'Will I be rich?' Here's what she said to me: 'Que sera, sera, 'Whatever will be, will be; 'The future's not ours to see. 'Que sera, sera, 'What will be, will be. When I grew up and fell in love, I asked my sweetheart, 'What lies ahead? 'Will we have rainbows 'day after day?' Here's what my sweetheart said: 'Que sera, sera, 'Whatever will be, will be; 'The future's not ...