Railways are very ancient,
their features are very salient!
they take us to our destination.
And to children they are of great fascination!
The glory of railways is emphatic,
to study their history is enigmatic
without showing any discrimination .
they carry people of different generations!
--Sri Gouri
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
I sing without a song
Like a gamer without his game,
like a rider without his ride,
Incomplete and uncouthly made.
I write without a thought,
like Sachin without his straight drive shot,
like Pudge wihtout his rot,
lowly and needed not.
Until I realized,
that my wish was fulfilled
and slept with my head on the book,
imagining Storm was given back his grapple hook!!
:D
like a rider without his ride,
Incomplete and uncouthly made.
I write without a thought,
like Sachin without his straight drive shot,
like Pudge wihtout his rot,
lowly and needed not.
Until I realized,
that my wish was fulfilled
and slept with my head on the book,
imagining Storm was given back his grapple hook!!
:D
In his heart!
A girl there was,
the sweetest and cutest to ever walk under the blue blue skies,
giggling and smiling all the while,
a bouquet of roses she was.
So pretty, so nice!!
A girl there was ,
with a wholesome heart and a goodwill thought,
an angel from heaven or heaven herself?,
always in an awe he was.
the sweetest and cutest to ever walk under the blue blue skies,
giggling and smiling all the while,
a bouquet of roses she was.
So pretty, so nice!!
A girl there was ,
with a wholesome heart and a goodwill thought,
an angel from heaven or heaven herself?,
always in an awe he was.
So tender, so nice!!
A girl there was,
never did she hurt anyone,
never did she hate anyone,
always caring she was.
and a charm in the smile,
wow! what a girl she was.
never did she hurt anyone,
never did she hate anyone,
always caring she was.
So pure, so nice!!
with a spark in the eye,A girl there was,
and a charm in the smile,
wow! what a girl she was.
So beautiful, So nice!!
His heart,
young and fickle it was,
insane and unwise,
never did he realize,
head over heals in love it was.
His heart,
young and fickle it was,
insane and unwise,
never did he realize,
head over heals in love it was.
So confused, so crazed!!
-VISA
-VISA
Sunday, August 2, 2009
The Agony!
Of wasted chances,
of lost dreams,
of shattered hopes and broken hearts,
of the things one could have done and of the things one shouldn't have done,
of those haunting night mares and recurring shivers,
it minds not the place nor the time
forever shall remain it's maim,
The agony goes on,
the agony goes on lest it encounters hope,
the hope that dreams can still be pursued,
the hope that ways can still be mended,
that cause is not lost and purpose undefeated,
for without this hope and the dream,
hath not the one a man, but a stone chipped off from the sculpture of universe.
Lose not the dream my friend,
and lose not the hope to achieve it!!!
-VISA
of lost dreams,
of shattered hopes and broken hearts,
of the things one could have done and of the things one shouldn't have done,
of those haunting night mares and recurring shivers,
it minds not the place nor the time
forever shall remain it's maim,
The agony goes on,
the agony goes on lest it encounters hope,
the hope that dreams can still be pursued,
the hope that ways can still be mended,
that cause is not lost and purpose undefeated,
for without this hope and the dream,
hath not the one a man, but a stone chipped off from the sculpture of universe.
Lose not the dream my friend,
and lose not the hope to achieve it!!!
-VISA
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