Time Goes by….

Funny past, so quick to last,

What once was painful,

Now made me laugh,,

Good memories bring tears

Funny were my fears..

Easily crossed the obstacles

Easier one were hard to tackle

Funny past, so quick to last..

My first job, i was so excited about,

The girls i love, now i doubt,

Things which seemed so important

The results, the expectations

Now i can laugh it out

It all can change so fast.

Funny past, so quick to last,

Live in the now,

Live in the now,

they say it all, but its nature

To recall past and chase the future,

What in Now, will soon be past

Future will convert in Now, fast

Funny past, so quick to last,

Funny past, so quick to last,

Inspired from: http://strangersandpoetry.wordpress.com/2013/10/08/sweet-and-sour/

Blogging Means Serious Business

From Hobby to Habit: It starts as a fun activity, where you feel amazed to get a reader from across the globe and the reader really appreciate the content of your page. You work a little harder to make it more interesting next time, and a little more time to make it mature, the content, to cater more audience. In Quick time you realize a change in attitude towards the blog content and you start to choose the content you what to think about. You start to spend more time on the web page. First you notice the theme, and find it so outdated. Scan different themes to find the one which best suit your page and mood. The Menus, Page Styles which earlier looked a little complex to you, starts to crack and suddenly the blog looks like the cutest thing you created on this world wide web. Here are a few tricks of the trade i learned from my personal experience and hope it might help you too, in flourishing your blog and solve the questions like:

How to get more hits on your blog?

How to use photos as a tool to bring audience?

Which WordPress theme is most popular among bloggers?

How to title your blog?

Here are the rules:

Keep it Simple: Flashy themes don’t do it for me. No vibrant colors, books come in black and white after all. keeping the font straight and justifiably aligned look it more professional and worked out.

Photos vs texts: Unless its a photo blog you run, words should emphasize more. Pics help to explain the feelings in a better way, but for a writer, its the words which should speak more.

Tag the photos properly: Simply adding up the photos won’t do. you need to tag them, give proper titles and descriptions. one year after i start my blog, about 10% of my blog audience is generated from Google image search. No doubt i did my tagging alright.

Fetchy Titles: This one works for every one. A nice title no matter if its long, weird and explanatory, it will fetch the audience. People will read the  post to understand the origin of this title.

Write your mind: After all it is what you started writing the blog. Go play with your mind, search for whats inside. it is when you pour your heart out, the audience will be able to connect with the thoughts.

I v/s The Portrayed Me

Tied up professional, a nicely stitched Suit and well polished Shoes

Slow dead ring tone, over phone, Dead emotions for my darling Sue

The fake deadlines, and excel, self programmed, tabulated to time.

Tired of impressing this unseen society, living the portrayed image of mine,

I compromised with my thousands wishes, just to live by what is supposed of me,

This is perfection, with which it kills me, the crawling rules, and the society plea.

One day I will walk the longest road and climb the tallest tree.

One day I will track the mountains and swim the deepest sea.

I will go the limits that this society created and I will see,

What if I decide to break rules, what if I go, don’t adapt it?

Heard it again and again, the society won’t accept it,

So I will see it one day, what is it that society decides.

I have seen graces; I have seen the evils and Gods,

All I have never seen is the society which created both.

Whom will I fight, the Society or Portrayed “ME”

Both affect my thoughts, like they rule,

All this is because; this is what they teach in school,

A well mannered Gentleman in a Perfect society,

Only problem is they both are up in havens, with the mighty

I am not a gentleman; I am not schooled well,

To behave like one, who lives in society shell?

In autumn, the animals change their skins,

They become different from there Portrayed akin,

Summer probably saw them die, in winter, they come alive,

This is a start of a new me, a promise to see,

What is truly lay, across the longest road, up above the tall trees,

What if I tracked all the mountains, what if I swum the deepest seas,

What if I am not a gentleman, I am the usual stud,

What if I am an evil, suited nicely, and shoe with mud.

All I will be, will be me, and society will see,

And see the people, which used to haunt me.

And taunt, of staying in limits and giving me grin,

The Society, which never existed, will change skin.

I will change to “I” and not the portrayed “ME”

This is how our love should have been…


Life has a new meaning, with you around,

And breeze is fresh, and mood is alive,

With you the time runs faster and I breathe slow,

Because this is the way love should have been,

And this is how much I am in to you.

People now see me as a lost bird,

And I don’t even seem to notice them.

What do they matter to me?

When my entire universe comprises you

And not even a tiny drop of water can accommodate

Because I am already so filled in with you.

You always complained of my been silent

And not showing love, then baby this is

My confession of love and I cannot help it

To be a little more than dramatic

And this is how much I am in love

And this is how the feeling drive in me.

This post is no all for my love,

But to start, a new chapter

Where I unleash what I feel for you,

How high and how low.

Let the nights fall and days grow,

While we move days and years,

Hands in hands, and eyes not shifting,

Because this is how much I am in love

And this is how our love should be.

Little dramatic, like the sets of a block buster,

Like you are my princess and I am your Knight.

Waiting for you is what I have done all in my life

And now is the time when I confess my love to you.

So take this ring and tell me,

That yes, you love me too, the way I am into you.

So we can dance, day and night,

Can move places and laugh and talk,

Like there is no one else, like there is no one around,

Only me and you, and only you and me.

Listen to the music this air plays, when you talk,

And there is music in your talks

Which is perhaps the sweetest melody I ever heard.

This is how much I am in love,

Because this is how our love should have been.

Lets walk far…

walk in love

See you, I, over the bar,

With lust in my eyes and just in my attitude,

Passing signals like I was the stud of the bar,

With my Rolex watch and rolce car.

So as I offered a drink, sending in the bar guy,

There you looked in my eyes,

Straight and I know why,

I was into you and you were mine,

Or probably looking for options

Since you dumped number nine.

Listen me babe, I knew in your eyes,

There you have it,

A me, a you let’s give it a try.

You met me late or I grew a bit fast,

Whatever be the reason, won’t miss on now,

Walk together till we grow,

As old as grandparents,

So I will tell my kids,

Never shy away

From that girl in the bar,

Because that is the trick,

We have you all,

Lets grow in love and

Let’s walk far…

The Poor People

Today I got a text from a friend

And this is what it state,

“There is more fruit in a rich man’s shampoo,

Than in a poor man’s plate”

How disgusting this could be, only if we give it a thought.

So I decided to write about it, or at least give it a shot,

There are people dying of hunger,

While many of us plan to diet,

People are running on tread mill,

And some child is crying for a byte.

Didn’t want to make a rich-poor comparison

Read it once and comment your opinion

How poor is this world?

Are the rich really rich?

Poverty has a definition

And poor they are-

Some by money and some by soul,

Riches fly on same roads, where poor crawl.

Some are shivering, begging for food,

Some are flaunting- branded clothes,

But soul is nude.

What can I do, less money, all alone?

No one dies of hunger, whom I have known.

I wanted to tip that oldie, but I don’t have change

Donations calls come in, when I am out of range

Enough excuses or you have some more

It’s blame on you, nothing sweet, all sore

Now make an effort and look into ways

Throw some kindness, on their dark days.

No one else is going to do a thing

Let your inner soul shout

Charity begins from your home.

And every step counts.

Pearls Of Life…. (A Small Story)

Should i paint the canvas of life,

and the color of paint be color of “Joy”

living in the outskirts, my hero of the para, a 20 yrs boy.

They call him “chotu”, serving them tee…

His deeds are BIG, supporting familee…

haven’t seen a school, though he wanted to read books…

But abba’s drinking, the younger once, the money and other hooks…

They made him mature…. and over his age…

in last 8 year, he has seen a life passage…

so our “chotu” be strong… be the back of his mom..

he has a decision to make..don’t you wonder “why”

All i wish to GOD!!! to grant him some “Joy”

 

 

Should i tune the strings of guitar called life,

and the tune i generate, be the tune of “Romance”

Partying at night, a 27 yrs old boy,

my hero of the para, somewhere in France…

He just purposed a girl, and she has said “oweee”

The life charmed over, he feels so free..

holding hands, and hugging.. in a relation so dense..

its a new new feel, that he had,,, like a fragrance..

So, in the party lights, and drinks, he go on to dance..

All i want from GOD,, to bless his “Romance”

 

 

Should i sing the oprah of life…

and the vocal i raise, be the vocal of “Hope”

My hero of the para, running out of time, at 52, drop by drop..

He is no short of money, has his own home..

but the wife s no more, son is abroad, he is all alone..

with shaky eyes, all he want, is to see his son…

for one more time,, “I Love You Kid”, want to mention…

May the son make it in time, from that place in Europe..

All i want from GOD, to give him a ray of “Hope”

 

 

Should i be not writing this rhyme of life,

and this not be my rhyme…

The villain of the story, is me,

and this rhyme of mine…

The agony lay as under, and its pathetic for sure..

A “Father” needs “Hope” or a cure , to kidney failure..

The son is in France, a new love to lure..

Its “chotu” who could save the “Father”

selling kidney, make money, and be the family man…

 

 

Oh shit!! should i write ahead… it was not as i plan…

These were some pearls,or the colors of rainbow call life..

which i had to sew…

“Chotu” sell the kidney, or son give up the romance..

or its father , to give up the hope…

its a dilemma to decide… and i leave it up to you..

My day Blogging

It was a bright sunny day, and I wanted to rhyme,

Driving in style, little rash, as I was short on time.

Bike punctured, 5 km from office gate,

Boss was waiting, with files, as I was late

 

Murming, I went to the wash room,

And dusted off my dirty attire,

Come back and welcomed my boss’s satire,

“Learn to value time, wasting it is a crime”

I had to say sorry, all he said is, “Fine”

 

I scolded him quietly,

No voices in my horrifying shouts.

Well, after few irritating fights with excel cells,

I relaxed, to get over my boss’s yell.

 

Open my notepad, to write something cool,

Rolling me, my life, I feel like fool

I was unsure about what to write,

What a good topic can be,

 

I wanted to be funny and the topic is me,

What a wayward life it has been,

A girlfriend who always want time, disperse,

And no money for parents, which I can spare,

Clients are never happy, whatever I perform

I am in for a blunder, need major reform

 

So many issues, is there a fix?

Its time, once again, its dot on six

I fight with these thoughts, and look for a way

So I packed my bag and I was off for the day.

Traffic Control on your Mind

What is going on your mind right now?

Are you reading this blog post and thinking about something else?

What is the true function of mind and does it work for you, or you work for your mind?

These are the questions i keep pondering when ever i get a chance to chit chat with myself. Mind is a beautiful thing and the strongest organ in the human body. 90% of your body is your brain and remaining 10% are the other body parts. You may be cute , smart, strong, weak, tall or short, but it is your mind which is going to decide the heights of your achievements.

What is the true function of mind?

Think about it as a CPU to your computer. It is supposed to analyze the data, sort it is proper order and then order other units to process as per instructions. Now think about an old processing unit, say Pentium 3. The processing speed is down, data is piled up in abundance. Sorting is not proper. What will happen? obviously you can not expect very good results from such situation.

Mind Test

Close your eyes for 30 seconds and try to keep a count of every thought that comes to your mind. Be receptive and don’t try to block any thoughts. People when made to pass through this test will report a crowed place for complete 30 seconds. This crowd is of your thoughts. Vague thoughts running from here to there.

What to do?

While these thoughts are attacking your mind, wait for this one moment, where you experience an emptiness. It will come for sure, but the time of its arrival is uncertain. Keep repeating the test every day, till you start to experience this emptiness much quickly. the crowd is the unsorted data, and this one blank moment is your PEACE. When you are at peace with your self, you will start to control your mind. Its processing speed will increase much more and you will see the difference in your daily working.

What happens if you don’t control your mind?

Mind is a good servant but a bad master. If in order, it will help your world become a better place. But if you let it control your body, then the uncontrollable powers will become destructive.  Result of mind’s reaction on body are your EMOTIONS. Its the Buddha philosophy to be equal to all your thoughts. situation of “No Anger” can be achieved with a state of “No Excitement“.

It does not mean that you stop to enjoy life . It simply means that you look towards the big prospective and not the small picture. That way you can feel the  peace of eternity.

my obstinacy….

my obstinacy….

Forgive me for not reading you of late.

I have been wrestling,

resisting all that I am.

Don’t think, I’m not true.

I am.

How could I ever deny what your words make me feel?

Responses to my obstinacy….

  1. fight well,, and hail,,,,
    make your troubles sail..
    one punch here and one punch there,,
    show them who you are,, don’t they dare..
    Don’t let them cover,, with dark shade..
    Keep resisting, whats your made..
    with you there,, in every hassle..
    Don’t ever stop… stay on… WRESTLE… :)