Tuesday, June 22, 2010

no control on life, no control on time!

वक़्त !!
सब कुछ बदल देता hai
ye एहसास भी वक़्त ही कराता hai
wahi mousam wahii जगह
aur वही एहसास isliye सोचती हूँ
kash! वक़्त भी वही होता...!!

Saturday, June 19, 2010

My Daddy's Hand


Daddy, Take my hand in yours and you will plainly see,
How very much I need you now to love and care for me.
As my little hand grows, I will need you even more,
Everything I do in life, I have never done before.
Teach me to be kind and loving, sharing and forgiving,
Show me through your acts of love the pure joy of living.
The years will pass by quickly and one day I will be grown,
I will pass what you have taught me onto children of my own.
Hold me always in your thoughts and remember when we are apart,
The special love between a child and a daddy's heart.

Friday, June 11, 2010

ek Soch...


Agar Ho Sake Toh Karo Khud May Kashish Paida
Har Kisi Ko Hasarat Se Dekha Nahi Karte,

Har Shaks Nahi Hota Har Shaks K Qaabil
Har Shaks Ko Apne Liye Socha Nahi Karte!!!


Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Iceheart.

Ice ice ice.
Melting ice melting ice melting ice...

Silence!


In a Manner of speaking I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Rise up & Be thankful.

“Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.”

Laughing kids...


“Joy increases as you give it, and diminishes as you try to keep it for yourself. In giving it, you will accumulate a deposit of joy greater than you ever believed possible.”

Shades of Life (: (


People come and go!!!


Friday, June 4, 2010

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

The tree of my life.



I came to worship Krishna, but maya caught me, bound me up, and I became like a tree. In the form of a wood-boring insect, a woman entered my heart. In the form of fruits; sons and daughters grew on my branches. In the form of a bird, time made its nest. This tree gradually dried up. Then the forest fire of birth and death came. Wicked desire and false hope were 2 streams of smoke that arose. I called out, “I am dying! “Please, O Vaisnava gosai! Shower the water of your mercy on me and save me!”

One bird. Two birds.


One bird. Two birds.
One bird. Two birds.
One bird. Two birds.
Two birds. One bird.
Two birds. One bird.
One bird two birds.
Two birds one bird.
One bird two birds.
One...