Sea and sand

Was standing alone on a sea shore,
Goa,nature always asking for something more.
Beauty so appealing,
quiteness so relaxing.
I wasn't looking great that day,
There wasn't any chance of eye catching a handsome prey.
I was blankly staring the sea.
The sea was coming with the wave everytime,
touching the sand creating a romantic rhyme.
Making it wet,
loving it as if she is juliet.
And then going with a promise,
I will come back stay ready with your kiss.
And next time will touch you deeply,
and make you mine forever quietly.
Keeps on waiting the sand,
lying lonely on the land.
Sand and sea,
just like you and me.
You sea,
me sand.
But a difference between you and sea,
You never promised to come back to me.
I am bit like sand,
still waiting for you with outstreched hands.
I know mine you will be never,
neither the sea and the sand unite forever.

nothing

Its a holiday. 2 months long...good....great college atleast they give rest for whole two months. I know college administration doesn't contain whole lot of sympathetic people,so ID, rakshabandhan or bithday of any great personality (except Gandhiji's because its declared as national holiday) you have to come to the college no other go if you miss your attendence goes down and then there is a big chaos. All the near by colleges get these holidays so with lots of hope I land up to the office ask them do we have a holiday I know there answer and still I eagerly wait to hear their NO....Damn mumbai university people will be having a holiday enjoying waking up late and i have to come to the college with perfectly dressed up with kohl and matching accessories(well when you are studying in a area where there are colleges like mithibai and NMIMS you have to dress up to keep your self esteem high..thats what I say when aftr every couple of week i ask for a new outfit..but actually in mumbai noone cares how you looking except if you have a really caring boyfreind. Ok now too much in bracket I should go out). Ya so I have to be there in the boring lectures which bores me to the extent that I have to run for a coffee in between the 5 mins breaks so prevent my eyelashes from sticking together with the glue called sleep....

And now its a holiday 2 months long. Please we don't want this holiday. I want college attending boring lectures is better than doing nothing. Why???Why???they are punishing us like this i told you they are bunch of heartless people.



So here I am busy doing nothing. I get so much bored that i feel like writing on any minute thing I see but can't materialise it. So I get nothing to write. And hence i thought of writing on NOTHING. First in my language let me define it-its not a thing its a state which feels up ur mind,you feel like struck in a vaccuum tube without any outlet its choking drives you crazy makes you bugged and anger ya anger occupies you from top to bottom. I am not giving description that how you feel after boozing i can't describe anything that i haven't tried. I am telling you about nothing. I am telling you how a not so lazy not so harworking but busy doing anything girl feels when nothing sticks to her body like parasite and sucks all the sweetness from her. so when nothingness strucks me I get irritated to the limit and throw tantrums on anyone.

But in this nothingness a thing called MONORANJAN KA BAAP IPL proved to be saviour.

18th april it started and after that theres no looking back. They kept on playing day and night and i kept on watching whenever they played. Who are they??the great cricketers some great famous part of current teams,some lost under underperformence,cricket politics(b**t#rd greg chappal or chippel or chappel as if i care),or shadow of players with fame,face and bollywood girlfreinds. Some under nineteen(Ishaant sharma *blush* *blush*) players ready to prove themselves and they are proving themselves. And Brett lee(*blush*blush*). Some down with groin injury from the era of Mughals.

To add glamour we have the great shahrukh khan. Ness wadia with a lucky Ms Zinta. Vijay Mallya. Juhi chawla.....bla blah blah....ya too many.They never come to watch when India plays but when its a question of their states yo they give full attendence. Whatever i like watching them so shouldn't complain.

And to add fun we started staking our 10bucks on different teams I started loosing so got to drop the idea. and why i started loosing because underdogs like Rajasthan Royals proved their mettel and highly qualified teams likes Deccan chargers,Mumbai Indians and Royal challengers (with pathetic Dravid who made me feel sorry for Vijay mallya for the first time) proved to be loosers. delhi daredevils and Chennai super kings played like kings from the very 1st day. now i really need some space to write about my Kolkata knight riders it was the first day of IPL and oh it was Mc cullum's day ball kissed the boudary now and then what a match.next one again they won. and then started the losses 4 in a row.But in each match my whole family sat with hope till the last ball with the hope dada will do something. Everytime i want to leave their side but being a true bong i just couldn't. And then they played in the true sense dada played as no tomorrow. now they are 4th from 1st to 7th to 6th to 4th with their every fall my heart cried. But now they are playing lets see where they stand.

Oh started up with nothing and ended up with IPL.....thats me truely insane.

My first crush

Oh its dangerous and uncontrollable,
people call it CRUSH.
I felt like a lady,
when those goosebumps came,
heart started racing
Y??
Because I spotted the guy,
among the thousands,
with whom i was going to spend my life.
I was ten.
He sat beside me and our world we shared.
He wasn't a dude, no beard,
neighther the abs.
Come on he was also ten.
Time passed
We had rifts,
then started sharing the gifts.
14 we were
officialy we said the three magical words
I LOVE YOU.
Whatever he used to say,
it used to make my day.
Long phone calls,late nite talks.

Oh dear
I made it very clear,
though we were near,
there should be a distance,
I had my fears,
he used to wipe my tears.
Months passed.
I did a ditch,
like they say you may even call me a bitch.
Lifetime vows broke,
I don't know the reasons that stroke.
I made a decision,
you may call it happy realisation.
I felt triumphed,
I conquered crush.

But the goosebumps still come...
oh the damn hormones...
Now i have a latest crush...

Martyr

It was dark,
no shadows,
don't know who was there,
may be it was only me.

Night moon was silent,
was just showing me the path with the moonlight,
I was walking with a heart filled with fears
and eyes filled with tears.

Red was the sand,
sky filled with smoke,
war had ended,
and left behind a silence,
a silence that was shouting.

I was searching for the son,
who came here to fight boldly,
he fought I am sure,
a quivering voice i heard,
I proceeded
It was the calling of a soldier.
An Indian,
I couldn't find him,
or may be I found him in everyone lying there,
with a hope to live
and eyes full of dreams for India.
Blood.Life.
they gave it all.

I found him,found him
with a photo of his mother,
clutched tightly in his hand
kissed the photo.
Mother.He filled his eyes with the image.
Saw me.took his last breathe,
and boldly he said,
JAI HIND.

Those were the last words to leave him,
he was no longer a soldier,
He was a MARTYR.....

Gogu

Its very strange that how some people touch your lives in a short time and then leave a longlasting impact.
I was in 3rd grade when i went to Goa for the very first time. My mamu (maternal uncle) stays there so there wasn't any question of going to the hotels hence we lodged to his place. He was single at that time. It was a colony in alto porvorim near panajim and there I met Gogu. He was my mamu's neighbour. His Mother and my mamu used to perform together at concerts. My mamu is a sitarist and his mother a kathak dancer.
Gogu was two years older to me. We started talking and in a few hours we became freinds. A sweet, innocent freindship we shared. Next day we went exploring Goa together with our parents. With him as a company the journey became a fun. Generally i used to feel sick while travelling in any vehical and in Goa we hired a van so it was very conjusted but with him there I forgot the sickness. I actually don't remember what talks we shared but it was interesting. We went to churches he told me about their history. Then next day it was exploring the beach. Oh for the first time I touched the sea it was an amazing experience. We collected lots of shells which I restored for a very long time. That night his family came to my mamu's place. We started sharing our school talks. I still remember one sentence of his 'see I am so handsome most of the girls in my school are after me' and I laughed thought he is kidding but he was cute. Next day it was newyear he called me to his place for some movie but my mom didn't allow me to go there because she thought he may spoil me with his talks. Funny it is I know. Then we left next day for our place but I promised to preserve our this freindship.
Next time i went there in my 8th grade. At that time some misunderstandings happened between my mamu and his mother so i wasn't allowed to talk to him. I saw him on the road I am sure he didn't recognise me. He wasn't kidding 5 years back he was really handsome. I really wanted to freshen up our sweet innocent freindship but sometimes situations become master of a man. So that year I didn't talk with him.
Two years later my dad came and told me Gogu died in a road accident in panjim bridge he was going to refill his petrol tank. A glimpse of our sweet freindship came in front of my eyes and tears flowed. I wished I had seen that movie with him that new year night then I would had more memories of our freindship to cherish.
This year I am again going to Goa and I so much wish to see Gogu there so that I don't get bored. But he is no more. As i promised our sweet freindship will remain preserved in my heart forever.

एक आदत तुमसे दिल लगाने की हो गयी,
एक आदत खूद्को दर्द पहुंचाने की हमे हो गयी,
एक अधूरी कहानी मेरी तुम्हारी न जाने कैसे बन गयी.

एक अंजना एहसास दिल पे चा रहा है,
एक अनचाहा रिश्ता जुड़ता जा रहा है.
कमबख्त इस दिल को कौन समझाए,
फासले हमारे बढ़ते जा रहे है,
हम है क दिल लगाये जा रहे है.


तुम्हारी एक मुलाकात को सपना बनाकर आंखो में बसा रखा है,
तुमसे दुबारा मिलने की उम्मीद को दिया बनके में जला रखा है.
तुम्हारे सांसो की गर्मी को आज भी महसूस करते हैं हम,
तुम्हारे साथ बिताये उन लम्हों को आज भी जिए जा रहे है हम.
इस दर्द को सहने की थो आदत थी हमे,
फिर भी क्यों ये दर्द तोड जा रही है हमे.

तुमसे वफ़ा की उम्मीद थो नही रखते,
ख़ुद बेवफा न हो जाए इस बात से इतना क्यों है डरते.
सालो बाद शायद फ़िर कही मिलेंगे,
अपनी इस अधूरी कहानी को पलट के देखेंगे,
और फिर से अपनी मंजिल की ओर चल देंगे.....

yeh waqt bhi beet jayega...

[its from where i started writing in hindi is my first love my first hindi poem was written in 4th grade so its not eligible to be posted.posting some which are a bit mature i think.
and yes this poem was written after my 10th]

यह वक्त भी बीत जाएगा...


यह वक्त भी बीत जाएगा,
हमारी मंजिले अलग होंगी,
रस्ते अलग हो जायेंगे.
हम सब अपनी रह पर निकल पड़ेंगे,
अपनी सफलता की खोज करेंगे.
साथ हमारा टूट जाएगा,
हाथ हमारे छुट जायेंगे.
हमारी बातें हमारी दोस्ती कही गम हो जायेंगे,
हम,हम से मैं और तुम बन जायेंगे.
इतिहास के अध्यायों की तरह अपनी दोस्ती को याद करेंगे,
फ़िर से मिलने की फरियाद किया करेंगे.
यह रूठना ये मानना सब खो जायेंगे,
हम सब अलग अलग हो जायेंगे.
विचार अलग होंगे विचारधारा अलग होंगी,
नज़र अलग होंगे नजरिया अलग होगा.
एक दुसरे से बात किए बिना एक दिन नही गुजार पाते,
न जाने ऐसे गुज़र जायेंगे कितने दिन और रातें.
यह वक्त भी बीत जाएगा,
हम फ़िर मिलेंगे कही,
करेंगे बातें सारी पुरानी,
सुनेंगे अपनी अपनी कहानी,
आज एक पढ़ की शाखा है,
कल हम ख़ुद एक पढ़ बन जायेंगे,
आज हिस्सा है एक ही कहानी क,
कल अपनी अलग कहानी होगी,
पर वादा हम करते है जब हमे एक दुसरे की याद आया करेगी
टैब इन दिनों क खातिर कुछ आंसू बहा लिया करेंगे,
कुछ आंसू बहा लिया करेंगे.....