Sleep dissolves dream,
Imagination writes wishes.
Riding on the fairy wheels
Whimsy world I believed in.
Imprinting on the canvas,
I sketched with my heart’s ink.
Spreading the wings,
Smiling with zing.
END
Time tore the thinking,
End threatened before any beginning.
Each new page of the diary was alike,
Living aspirations slowly died.
Sleep enclave- the dreamy dwelling,
Imagination- an unwritten craving.
One night, sleep I dreamed,
One night, wishes I imagined.
Night will end soon, I heard.
Sunny morning will make me happy, I smiled.
BEGINNING
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Sunday, January 31, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
She shines......
Draped in a red dress she descends through stairs,
Holding red wine, glittering lights fall on her face,
Purity spells out from her kohled eyes,
Holding the charm she shines.
Playing the game of hide and seek,
With her lovely prince charming fiancé,
Sense her love, so pure and Divine,
Feel it, through her eyes that play so wise.
There she dances with an elegant style,
Gripping the attention of the love of her life,,
There he offers his hand to hers,
People get jealous seeing the intense love of this couple.
Compliments, she receives from many,
But wait to listen for her praise only from him,
She cares for everybody,
But dissolve some more sweetness only for him.
Her soul is mystique,
Locks herself inside the coffin of her life,
She is the air of magic,
Captivating the unexplained love of her life....
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Thursday, January 14, 2010
___________________________________
6:35 AM.
My friend planned to see the upcoming "Sun" coming with full grace and glory. My friend wanted to sense the aura of this orange glory which dissolves in itself the dark color of the sky slowly and steadily.......
But as its said somewhere, "Never plan"
The moment my friend stepped on the terrace to the catch glimpse of the sweet sun, someone else was already waiting there to crush the eyes from seeing that view.......
it was DENSE AND SMOKY- fog
For a moment my friend hated that white fellow. But then suddenly, this calm, cold, chilly fog shook its hand and started to converse..........
**cold and conversations**
after these words of exchange, a sketch was framed about this fog... and it goes like this,
The dense and smoky-----fog
Feeling the nippy wind outside,
in the wintry and brunette night,
Often it comes, without one writ,
and dwell, till it desire to be off itself.
The dense and smoky,
looks jaded and expressionless ,
Still in its stillness,
pass on lots of contemplation.
One will just see, just a step away
where it stands, as still as a portrait.
But whenever trying to reach its frontage,
It budges rear and give inside ache.
Jostle someone to deem tough,
giving the impression so dull and rough
why reposition away from me??
and give a wrath look whenever I see.
Talking to its own silence,
makes one feel the same.
Breaking away the impediment,
Which one fear to converse in the end.
Its intense, misty soul,
Reflects a opinion of its own, that
In obscurity of pain of wound,
One can fight it, even with no one around …..
copyright aditi kochhar
(photographer: kuber mehrotra)
6:35 AM.
My friend planned to see the upcoming "Sun" coming with full grace and glory. My friend wanted to sense the aura of this orange glory which dissolves in itself the dark color of the sky slowly and steadily.......
But as its said somewhere, "Never plan"
The moment my friend stepped on the terrace to the catch glimpse of the sweet sun, someone else was already waiting there to crush the eyes from seeing that view.......
it was DENSE AND SMOKY- fog
For a moment my friend hated that white fellow. But then suddenly, this calm, cold, chilly fog shook its hand and started to converse..........
**cold and conversations**
after these words of exchange, a sketch was framed about this fog... and it goes like this,
The dense and smoky-----fog
Feeling the nippy wind outside,
in the wintry and brunette night,
Often it comes, without one writ,
and dwell, till it desire to be off itself.
The dense and smoky,
looks jaded and expressionless ,
Still in its stillness,
pass on lots of contemplation.
One will just see, just a step away
where it stands, as still as a portrait.
But whenever trying to reach its frontage,
It budges rear and give inside ache.
Jostle someone to deem tough,
giving the impression so dull and rough
why reposition away from me??
and give a wrath look whenever I see.
Talking to its own silence,
makes one feel the same.
Breaking away the impediment,
Which one fear to converse in the end.
Its intense, misty soul,
Reflects a opinion of its own, that
In obscurity of pain of wound,
One can fight it, even with no one around …..
copyright aditi kochhar
(photographer: kuber mehrotra)
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
REACTION...
I knew this little girl who was in her middle secondary school and one day I saw her attending her co-curricular period. Teacher told students to write anything either a poem or an article; anything they feel like writing.
It was for the first time that this girl opted to write poem.. Neither she had interest in poems nor had she ever written a poem before.
Anyways!! one poem was written:
(Original-Unedited version)
“
Seasons
Seasons are like colours of rainbow,
Come as flower open steady and slow.
Having different significance in each life,
They bring joy and happiness in their lives.
Summers, winters are the two seasons,
That are opposite to each one.
Hot summers make us so rude,
Winters make us feel so cool.
Spring makes earth a mesmerizing palace,
Filled with greenery and sweet smelling flowers.
Autumn on its own reflects its loneliness,
By making colourful nature into mess.
Seasons are like colours of rainbow,
Come as flower open steady and slow.
How different are they from each other,
But still they bring joy in people,
By coming one after and other.. “
I guess, you all must have noticed several mistakes committed in this poem, plus you all must be thinking that it doesn’t even follow a proper format of a poem....
Even girl knew this!! So because of this fear that this poem was not fine and had loads of mistake, she never submitted this poem. I guess, this was among one of the good decisions that she took in her life. As that paper was needed at a time later to make her realize something.
In her final year of school, she read some poems of her friend. She didn’t like the theme of a poem she read as it was really very sad and depressing. She told her friend about this, and as a reply she was challenged to write a poem on the opposite theme as a reply.
She wrote it.
One poem was again been written.
..............
Days passed by, thoughts were written in the horde of words... Words, which earlier were not connected properly; but later, slowly-steadily, they joined in a pretty good presentable manner.
Who wrote these words??
SHE
But you all must be wondering, since when she started writing, when we all knew that she had least interest in writing?
It was because of a REACTION.....
Sometimes it’s the “reaction” that makes you realize what you like. And that reaction was given to her by her friend as a challenge that time.
After a long time, cleaning her cupboard, she found a folded paper. It was the same old paper on which her first poem was written. She smiled and cried too.
This was the moment when she realized that, in her middle school, her decision to write a poem reflected her interest towards writing. It was just, that she didn’t realize that time.
But thanks to that REACTION, which helped her to realize her hidden interest.
I heard that “something done in response to a reaction is not done by taking much interest. It’s just some sort of an ego where we want to prove that we can do something as a reply to that reaction.”
I even heard that “anything in reaction goes waste!! And even if one start taking interest in the thing which he or she started doing as a reply to a reaction, one looses that interest after a period of time.”
Well it can be true sometimes; But NOT always.
There is another side to this topic of REACTION which says.....
Enjoying and taking interest in something, even for a small duration is better than nothing....
And that girl believes in this side of REACTION. And that’s is the reason that today she enjoys many compliments given to her for her writing specially poems..
But the best compliment she thinks she ever received till date is of her being called as “Phillo - poetess”
Re-action has an action in it. An action is something that exist now. Re-action occurs and fades away and it's only the action which stays, may be forever or for a short duration;
Copyright aditi kochhar
I knew this little girl who was in her middle secondary school and one day I saw her attending her co-curricular period. Teacher told students to write anything either a poem or an article; anything they feel like writing.
It was for the first time that this girl opted to write poem.. Neither she had interest in poems nor had she ever written a poem before.
Anyways!! one poem was written:
(Original-Unedited version)
“
Seasons
Seasons are like colours of rainbow,
Come as flower open steady and slow.
Having different significance in each life,
They bring joy and happiness in their lives.
Summers, winters are the two seasons,
That are opposite to each one.
Hot summers make us so rude,
Winters make us feel so cool.
Spring makes earth a mesmerizing palace,
Filled with greenery and sweet smelling flowers.
Autumn on its own reflects its loneliness,
By making colourful nature into mess.
Seasons are like colours of rainbow,
Come as flower open steady and slow.
How different are they from each other,
But still they bring joy in people,
By coming one after and other.. “
I guess, you all must have noticed several mistakes committed in this poem, plus you all must be thinking that it doesn’t even follow a proper format of a poem....
Even girl knew this!! So because of this fear that this poem was not fine and had loads of mistake, she never submitted this poem. I guess, this was among one of the good decisions that she took in her life. As that paper was needed at a time later to make her realize something.
In her final year of school, she read some poems of her friend. She didn’t like the theme of a poem she read as it was really very sad and depressing. She told her friend about this, and as a reply she was challenged to write a poem on the opposite theme as a reply.
She wrote it.
One poem was again been written.
..............
Days passed by, thoughts were written in the horde of words... Words, which earlier were not connected properly; but later, slowly-steadily, they joined in a pretty good presentable manner.
Who wrote these words??
SHE
But you all must be wondering, since when she started writing, when we all knew that she had least interest in writing?
It was because of a REACTION.....
Sometimes it’s the “reaction” that makes you realize what you like. And that reaction was given to her by her friend as a challenge that time.
After a long time, cleaning her cupboard, she found a folded paper. It was the same old paper on which her first poem was written. She smiled and cried too.
This was the moment when she realized that, in her middle school, her decision to write a poem reflected her interest towards writing. It was just, that she didn’t realize that time.
But thanks to that REACTION, which helped her to realize her hidden interest.
I heard that “something done in response to a reaction is not done by taking much interest. It’s just some sort of an ego where we want to prove that we can do something as a reply to that reaction.”
I even heard that “anything in reaction goes waste!! And even if one start taking interest in the thing which he or she started doing as a reply to a reaction, one looses that interest after a period of time.”
Well it can be true sometimes; But NOT always.
There is another side to this topic of REACTION which says.....
Enjoying and taking interest in something, even for a small duration is better than nothing....
And that girl believes in this side of REACTION. And that’s is the reason that today she enjoys many compliments given to her for her writing specially poems..
But the best compliment she thinks she ever received till date is of her being called as “Phillo - poetess”
Re-action has an action in it. An action is something that exist now. Re-action occurs and fades away and it's only the action which stays, may be forever or for a short duration;
Copyright aditi kochhar
Life is beautiful...........
First kick of life in mother’s womb,
First deadly rescue of life from a hospital,
First look at the bud that blossom,
First flavour of love makes life beautiful...
Last wallop for the life inside the world,
Last gamble to transform a churl,
Last challenge to become successful,
Last chance, makes life beautiful...
Listening to the rhythm of rainfall,
Embracing the snow that falls,
Catching the glimpse of the valley so wonderful,
Sensing the nature makes life beautiful...
Blessings and prayers,
Dreams and desires,
This life which is nothing but you,
YOU make life beautiful...
copyright aditi kochhar
First kick of life in mother’s womb,
First deadly rescue of life from a hospital,
First look at the bud that blossom,
First flavour of love makes life beautiful...
Last wallop for the life inside the world,
Last gamble to transform a churl,
Last challenge to become successful,
Last chance, makes life beautiful...
Listening to the rhythm of rainfall,
Embracing the snow that falls,
Catching the glimpse of the valley so wonderful,
Sensing the nature makes life beautiful...
Blessings and prayers,
Dreams and desires,
This life which is nothing but you,
YOU make life beautiful...
copyright aditi kochhar
Saturday, January 9, 2010
my meeting...
"what would you like to eat tommorow?" He texted me. "I don't know. May be pastry" I answered. "O.k let's meet tommorow at the pastry shop in your market at 10:30 am, Regards, God" He replied.
Don't be shocked!! Yes, I know you are, but its true, I was going to meet God. You see, after long hard appointments, I finally got a chance to meet Him.
Venue: Grand Bakery shop
The moment I entered the shop, guard asked me, "You have come to meet Him". "Yes" I said.
"O.K, come follow me" he said.
You won't believe what I saw. A tall, handsome guy wearing dashing coat and smart sunglasses was waiting for me. I rubbed my eyes, and questioned myself " Is that Him?" because you see, I had some different image of His in my mind( like a guy wearing plain clothes, with crown on his head, whole body loaded with jewellery.. and all)
Neways, I sat near to Him where He was sitting. I couldn't control myself, so asked him " well, sorry to say, but You look quite wow. I mean, Your dressing sense is quite modern which shocked me for a while"
"Yes, it is!! Actually, people at earth don't like seeing me in old fashined style. So groomed myself a bit"
"Cool. You are my smart God. I'M impressed"
"So why you wanted to meet me"
"I called You here beacuse I wanted to ask few questions"
"O.K, you ask, but there is one condition"
"what's that?" I asked
"well, I would surely answer you but only Five questions and don't ask any further explanation of the answer I would give"
Hmm... wow, He has got a smart mind too. I wonder, why don't we pose such a condition when we go for viva. hehehe. It would be great na!!
"O.K! O.K! atleast getting an answer is better than nothing. Fine, don't explain me the answer, but answer atleast"
"Fine then, go ahead!!"
1) "what's Life" I asked
"Death is life" He answered.
2)"What's Death then?" I asked.
"Death is life" He answered.
wow, is he trying to fool me, I thought!! But neways, I still preferred asking Him all my questions.
3) "O.K, by the way, what's Love?"
"Love is a beginning" He said.
Lord, Why This Lord is answering in such a manner? I wondered. Is He playing some sort of a puzzle game with me??
But, hey, I'm also smart, so rather than wasting my chance of asking questions and making fool of me once again ,I preferred asking Him,
4) "what's the end?" ( rather an asking What's Beginning)
"something you never see" He said.
Oh man, here's another great alien answer of His, which went above my head!!
okz, it was my last chance to ask question...I was confused what to ask....
well after thinking for five minutes, finally I asked my last question for Him,
5) "Who are You and when we can meet you?"
"well that's two question, pick any one" He said.
arghhh..I was frustated. I mean they were so easy and small questions, asking about Him only. Can't He answer both.. Huh...
So neways, to take my frustation out, I picked a tough question for Him.
5) "Who is supreme to you?"
(well, that was a good question whose answer would give me answers to the two questions. One, is there any person more powerfull than him? Second, If there is any, then I would get to know who he is)
"My friend is more supreme to me" He said.
"Thanks" I said giving a wrath look.
He smiled and said, "I have to go. I have another meeting"
"yea, fine. It was nice meeting you. Tc" I said, standing up, giving Him a hint that He can leave asap and can go to meet another person who would soon realize after having a conversation with Him that all his pain for meeting Him is waste...
well friends, that was my meeting with Him...
I got few answers.. But interpretation is still misssing... I would like you to all switch on the processor that you have up in your head and tell me the expalnation.
Till then, I would try to fix another meeting with a God's manfistation who would like to explain answers as well !! So as soon as I find interpretation of these answers from Him and tell you all about it .. Till then, you guys keep posting ur thinking!! I hope you all would participate because I guess, few questions among those must have striked your mind somewhere in your life!!
copyright aditi kochhar
"what would you like to eat tommorow?" He texted me. "I don't know. May be pastry" I answered. "O.k let's meet tommorow at the pastry shop in your market at 10:30 am, Regards, God" He replied.
Don't be shocked!! Yes, I know you are, but its true, I was going to meet God. You see, after long hard appointments, I finally got a chance to meet Him.
Venue: Grand Bakery shop
The moment I entered the shop, guard asked me, "You have come to meet Him". "Yes" I said.
"O.K, come follow me" he said.
You won't believe what I saw. A tall, handsome guy wearing dashing coat and smart sunglasses was waiting for me. I rubbed my eyes, and questioned myself " Is that Him?" because you see, I had some different image of His in my mind( like a guy wearing plain clothes, with crown on his head, whole body loaded with jewellery.. and all)
Neways, I sat near to Him where He was sitting. I couldn't control myself, so asked him " well, sorry to say, but You look quite wow. I mean, Your dressing sense is quite modern which shocked me for a while"
"Yes, it is!! Actually, people at earth don't like seeing me in old fashined style. So groomed myself a bit"
"Cool. You are my smart God. I'M impressed"
"So why you wanted to meet me"
"I called You here beacuse I wanted to ask few questions"
"O.K, you ask, but there is one condition"
"what's that?" I asked
"well, I would surely answer you but only Five questions and don't ask any further explanation of the answer I would give"
Hmm... wow, He has got a smart mind too. I wonder, why don't we pose such a condition when we go for viva. hehehe. It would be great na!!
"O.K! O.K! atleast getting an answer is better than nothing. Fine, don't explain me the answer, but answer atleast"
"Fine then, go ahead!!"
1) "what's Life" I asked
"Death is life" He answered.
2)"What's Death then?" I asked.
"Death is life" He answered.
wow, is he trying to fool me, I thought!! But neways, I still preferred asking Him all my questions.
3) "O.K, by the way, what's Love?"
"Love is a beginning" He said.
Lord, Why This Lord is answering in such a manner? I wondered. Is He playing some sort of a puzzle game with me??
But, hey, I'm also smart, so rather than wasting my chance of asking questions and making fool of me once again ,I preferred asking Him,
4) "what's the end?" ( rather an asking What's Beginning)
"something you never see" He said.
Oh man, here's another great alien answer of His, which went above my head!!
okz, it was my last chance to ask question...I was confused what to ask....
well after thinking for five minutes, finally I asked my last question for Him,
5) "Who are You and when we can meet you?"
"well that's two question, pick any one" He said.
arghhh..I was frustated. I mean they were so easy and small questions, asking about Him only. Can't He answer both.. Huh...
So neways, to take my frustation out, I picked a tough question for Him.
5) "Who is supreme to you?"
(well, that was a good question whose answer would give me answers to the two questions. One, is there any person more powerfull than him? Second, If there is any, then I would get to know who he is)
"My friend is more supreme to me" He said.
"Thanks" I said giving a wrath look.
He smiled and said, "I have to go. I have another meeting"
"yea, fine. It was nice meeting you. Tc" I said, standing up, giving Him a hint that He can leave asap and can go to meet another person who would soon realize after having a conversation with Him that all his pain for meeting Him is waste...
well friends, that was my meeting with Him...
I got few answers.. But interpretation is still misssing... I would like you to all switch on the processor that you have up in your head and tell me the expalnation.
Till then, I would try to fix another meeting with a God's manfistation who would like to explain answers as well !! So as soon as I find interpretation of these answers from Him and tell you all about it .. Till then, you guys keep posting ur thinking!! I hope you all would participate because I guess, few questions among those must have striked your mind somewhere in your life!!
copyright aditi kochhar
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
EMOTION……….
The sensitivity of emotion,
Awhile devise everything,
Controlling intellect, composing decision,
Making one’s own verdict to stay missing.
Just reminiscent of marionette,
Make lone act, what it desires,
Construct a forged net where one get trapped,
Make you suffer like burning in fire.
Essence shouts to behave consciously,
Whilst mind get hypnotized,
Tamed by its superior helplessly,
This flash is really tough to fight.
Vanishing sagacity,
Acting upon unthinkingly,
Intoxicated by emotion,
Is nothing but intricacy of introspection.
It coerce one, to snivel or be in good spirits,
Pressurize one to go in depression,
Or else create in oneself a Slaughterer
And furnish intimates a dire impression…..
copyright aditi kochhar
The sensitivity of emotion,
Awhile devise everything,
Controlling intellect, composing decision,
Making one’s own verdict to stay missing.
Just reminiscent of marionette,
Make lone act, what it desires,
Construct a forged net where one get trapped,
Make you suffer like burning in fire.
Essence shouts to behave consciously,
Whilst mind get hypnotized,
Tamed by its superior helplessly,
This flash is really tough to fight.
Vanishing sagacity,
Acting upon unthinkingly,
Intoxicated by emotion,
Is nothing but intricacy of introspection.
It coerce one, to snivel or be in good spirits,
Pressurize one to go in depression,
Or else create in oneself a Slaughterer
And furnish intimates a dire impression…..
copyright aditi kochhar
Friday, January 1, 2010
I Win, but not ideally... ...
Ideally recalling how to win professionally,
Levels of self motives hit our mind.
Ideally recalling how to win personally,
Trying not to ever smell the broken relations rule our mind..
Evidently, this is not winning,
But even if it is, then at least not for me...
Every so often, sacrificing my presence,
Every so often, rally round for my close ones,
Not so often, needing a toast for my praise,
Not so often, I hoax around for my own sake..
I win, when my friends include me in their list,
I win, when my seniors appreciate me for the work I did,
I win, when I help the ones in need,
I win, when alone, I handle my fears and grief’s..........
Evidently, this may not be a winning for you,
But even if it’s not, but for me it is...
copyright aditi kochhar
Ideally recalling how to win professionally,
Levels of self motives hit our mind.
Ideally recalling how to win personally,
Trying not to ever smell the broken relations rule our mind..
Evidently, this is not winning,
But even if it is, then at least not for me...
Every so often, sacrificing my presence,
Every so often, rally round for my close ones,
Not so often, needing a toast for my praise,
Not so often, I hoax around for my own sake..
I win, when my friends include me in their list,
I win, when my seniors appreciate me for the work I did,
I win, when I help the ones in need,
I win, when alone, I handle my fears and grief’s..........
Evidently, this may not be a winning for you,
But even if it’s not, but for me it is...
copyright aditi kochhar
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