in the journey of waves

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Beneath the golden glow, silver light.

In the cradle of  soften sands,

 I move in zeal, for a journey

towards the stable lands.

Lenticularly,
with latent vivacity that underlies,
along with the sparkling surf of dreams,

filled with unkempt vitality , I rise.

 Capturing its peak ,the envisaged height,
with its mighty crust spread wide,

with bubbles mingling with air,

slowly , I subside. 

Gingerly,
approaching the conclusion of the voyage I lead .

reaching my  exide, beginning another journey,

 passively into the anonymous, I recede.



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dear diary

On basic notes , the poem simply depicts the journey of  wave of rising and then falling back ,but on a metamorphic note it depicts the different stages of life just from comfortable childhood to  vivid adult hood  to old age and then n the anonymous journey of death. Isn't life just like a wave? isn't the picture above depicting the very fact ? Well , I found it to be so. :)

yours 

school girl

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forest trail

The forest trial I chose,

was the one

filled with undergrowth.

In the beginning

just the shrubbery grew aside

but soon the forest intensified.

and my path too

that once laid straight

started meandering

over the woods.

as I proceeded

 the way forked by,

and the  vegetation

started darkening the sky.

Every turn  and diverge

had something mystical to reveal

let it be scary darkness or

beautiful mist that prevailed.

the trail continued and

I followed.

On one such turn

a lane came by

that traveled parallel to mine.

and for long

the path came along

but now, I can see

another fork, another turn

although guarded by thick undergrowth

what will be the next,

I don't know

will the path stay ..

or go away????

with desperate feet and throbbing heart

I moved a few steps

on the capricious path

I tilt my back to glance across...

all I could see

was a light so divine

it drenched my soul

and last till eternity...!

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dear diary
I clearly remember why did I pen this down , when did I pen this down and where did I pen this down. Even a whole blissful  year couldn't  fade away the memories so strongly embedded ! Its the first poem I had ever written down.I really dont know if it is good enough or not ,yet Its the most special one for me.I wrote it for someone, lets call him Maggi .  I guess wrote it down because of the fact that I wanted to say so much , yet felt a little deficit of words. I didn't mail it to him on that day due to my uncertainties.guess I should have.To day  on his birthday many things have changed , but the uncertainty is still there , I don't know why .

dear Maggi

I just wanna say that you were the very first reason to write and even now you are the one. long before I started writing down in this blog ,I used to write down for you . I didnt have the courage to tell you that this poem was for you , nither do I have It today. I dont know if you will read all this or not but if you ever read this I want to tell you that even if I dont write great , it all began coz of you and hence I owe you a big * thank you * . Among  many meaning the poem convey , one of the things I wanted to tell you at that time and today is just that  you are one of the most beautiful parts of  my life , as always I dont know what the future is but I see it in the bright light of happiness and gay :)

 I sincerely expect nothing from you, but don't know why my heart always wipers silently 

"please don't go away just now, stay for a little more longer ...and if you want till eternity..I wont ever mind it  "

  happy birthday

 He is NOT my boyfriend!!!! & if you really wanna name our relationship let it be friendship, but for me the purest and most beautiful relationships are better left unnamed .

yours
schoolgirl 




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the way (page 8 )

source: Ruhani's blog

In the black and white

of life, often, I find 

way towards its Grey

dear diary

 I was just browsing my net when I saw this picture . Its a part of mind blowing may .

well I am not so sure if  it is in sync with it , but well it just ' inspired ' these lines out of me!
The fact that its a black an white picture and of a car that obviously moves on a road ( rather way ) was the probable reason I guess. well you just have to be inspired right ??:D:D:D

yours 
school girl

loosing him (page 3)

Dear diary

I cant describe my feeling today. All I can say is that I lost him.  It was just an accident  Our encounter was so short lived yet my life seems to come to an halt without his presence, which makes me realize that how little things matter so much in life......hopefully this will convey my hearts voice more clearly..

It wasn't long

when I met you first.

My eyes met yours.

an instant 'click' .

feeling's sudden outburst

and I could make out,

It was perfect lust.

For time or two

together we stayed.

there were embedded 

many little charms,

a never ending , perpetual play.

 our interests same, we were

companions in every way.

Yet, when I thought I had

time to spare with you, plenty.

 the incident , the accident 

changed it all. the destiny

played its game, dirty.

Yet again , my hands 

free, vacant ,empty.

I was in school when a sudden push from my classmate startled me and my dear new pilot pen fell from hands!! ah if I only knew  ..I would have tightened my grip! I had bought it just this Saturday , and hardly written anything with it!! ...but I cant keep adoring  my handwriting ...it just becomes more beautiful and full of curves with that pen. now when its gone my  palms feel deserted!

source :google

Hmmmmm  It feels really bad when you loose a pen just when you buy it...!!!!! isn't it? I think I will buy a new one tomorrow. Hey , by the way what were you thinking about ???? :P :P :P ...LOLZZ



yours
school girl