Better be silent than debate
sometimes we don't really need to speak
silence speaks more
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 11, 2013
LIFE...!!!
Across life
we cross different paths
every path teaches
the assigned life's lesson
If seem complicated
it us not life
our instinct decides
what life gives
Accept with smile
all life brings
hug it tight
happy we shall be
Written for: One Single Impression & Sunday Scribblings...!!!
we cross different paths
every path teaches
the assigned life's lesson
If seem complicated
our instinct decides
what life gives
Accept with smile
all life brings
hug it tight
happy we shall be
Written for: One Single Impression & Sunday Scribblings...!!!
Mar 7, 2013
UNLIMITED..!!!
Unlimited are
the number of options
but bound to choose only one
The choice decides
what you shall be
after years of practice
If you are woman
no choice left to you
as all are already taken
So never blame your"self"
as your fate is decided
not by you...never by you
Written for: One Single Impression...!!!
the number of options
but bound to choose only one
The choice decides
what you shall be
after years of practice
If you are woman
no choice left to you
as all are already taken
So never blame your"self"
as your fate is decided
not by you...never by you
Written for: One Single Impression...!!!
MOMENT
Merry time
Omnipresent
Miss to realize
Eternal truth
Never I stop
To wait for it, the Moment
Written for: Sunday Scribblings...!!!
Omnipresent
Miss to realize
Eternal truth
Never I stop
To wait for it, the Moment
Written for: Sunday Scribblings...!!!
BREEZE...!!!
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Oh! Cool breeze of love
bring me back from land unknown
show beauty of life
Written for: Haiku Heights...!!!
Feb 4, 2013
TEARS OF LOVE...!!!
"I Love You...!!!" She said.
He smiled like always. In the two years of marriage, he never uttered the precious three words.
But today, she didn't expect him to reply back. She wasn't expecting the smile.
They were crying the tears of love as they both knew that its the last time.
She is dying.
Jan 17, 2013
Kolkata...A different destination...!!!
Kolkata...a name I heard a hundred times..a city that wove stories for centuries now...a place that hold a different place in my heart. I have been reading hearing and imagining Kolkata from a long time now. Today when I see Kolkata, I prove right of my imaginations.
After celebrating Sankranti in a village, we headed to Kolkata on 15/Jan/2013. After a long tiring and a late journey, we reached Howrah station half past five to find it all dark already. Howrah station itself by all means worth seeing. The biggest station I ever saw till date. With nomads all around, we looked no different in our journey clothes. The only thing I could think is to reach the hotel and freshen up.
The pre-paid taxi service was of no help and hence, we hired a taxi ourselves. The driver dada, the first person we met in Kolkata who helped us a lot in understanding Kolkata and specially plan our trip for the next day. While conversing with him, we also had a glimpse of the traffic, roads and people around. One thing anyone can notice in the very first hour is the "dirty footpaths". One can see a tiny little shop just next to a pile of Khachra and all this is all around the city. The first day, we never found any completely clean road.
Freshening up in a low class "luxury hotel", we had a quick dinner and set out to see the night life of the city of Joy. To our surprise, at 8 p.m. half the city already closed. Nothing was happening. Taxis didnot drive. We were struck. Then, the complete underground metro came to our help and the rail guard is worth a mention. For the single information we sought, he spoke continuously for a minute in bengali. When we informed about our Bengali illiteracy, he said he was struggling too as he also doesnt know good bengali.
With help from youngsters around, we managed to go to the biggest mall of Kolkata (so far the only decent place) and the exteriors were good but the interiors were awesome. The beautiful and vibrant colors caught the lens of my camera. Except the colors and the engineering, everything was same as any other mall.
Coming back, we got down near Kalighat. it was half past nine already and the roads were near to being deserted. We walked almost near to the temple to make sure that we dont take the wrong road the next morning and we got it right.
Amidst all this, I found Kolkata a different destination in life. A city which might have to start questioning about being a "city". The capital of the Bengalis is still trying to wakeup from the long left charishma during the British reign.
As the night fell silent, the tired body yearned for rest and hence, we dozed down. We doze off to rise for another different experience...!!!
Day 1 in Kolkata: 16/Jan/2013.
After celebrating Sankranti in a village, we headed to Kolkata on 15/Jan/2013. After a long tiring and a late journey, we reached Howrah station half past five to find it all dark already. Howrah station itself by all means worth seeing. The biggest station I ever saw till date. With nomads all around, we looked no different in our journey clothes. The only thing I could think is to reach the hotel and freshen up.
The pre-paid taxi service was of no help and hence, we hired a taxi ourselves. The driver dada, the first person we met in Kolkata who helped us a lot in understanding Kolkata and specially plan our trip for the next day. While conversing with him, we also had a glimpse of the traffic, roads and people around. One thing anyone can notice in the very first hour is the "dirty footpaths". One can see a tiny little shop just next to a pile of Khachra and all this is all around the city. The first day, we never found any completely clean road.
Freshening up in a low class "luxury hotel", we had a quick dinner and set out to see the night life of the city of Joy. To our surprise, at 8 p.m. half the city already closed. Nothing was happening. Taxis didnot drive. We were struck. Then, the complete underground metro came to our help and the rail guard is worth a mention. For the single information we sought, he spoke continuously for a minute in bengali. When we informed about our Bengali illiteracy, he said he was struggling too as he also doesnt know good bengali.
With help from youngsters around, we managed to go to the biggest mall of Kolkata (so far the only decent place) and the exteriors were good but the interiors were awesome. The beautiful and vibrant colors caught the lens of my camera. Except the colors and the engineering, everything was same as any other mall.
Coming back, we got down near Kalighat. it was half past nine already and the roads were near to being deserted. We walked almost near to the temple to make sure that we dont take the wrong road the next morning and we got it right.
Amidst all this, I found Kolkata a different destination in life. A city which might have to start questioning about being a "city". The capital of the Bengalis is still trying to wakeup from the long left charishma during the British reign.
As the night fell silent, the tired body yearned for rest and hence, we dozed down. We doze off to rise for another different experience...!!!
Day 1 in Kolkata: 16/Jan/2013.
Dec 12, 2012
12-12-12 THE DAY THAT JUST WENT BY...!!!
I was just looking at the date now and I realize, that it is
definitely special. Not for the reason that it is the last repeating date of
the century but because, the number that is repeating, 12 is the date on which I
was born.
When I am almost off to bed, I realize that the day was
indeed special and on a special day, how not visit the “Land of Dreams”? and
hence here I go. I shall now share in this land of dreams, the 12 most
beautiful things that happened in my life after I first opened my eyes.
1.
The most beautiful family I am born in. Meduri’s
were never farther than a whisper. Every time my heart beat faster, there was a
smile calming me down. If I am special someone to you today, its because of my
family and the eternal love they showered upon me.
2.
The lovely school I went to. I have learned
everything that is important in life at my school. All I learnt after that was
just to strengthen the wall that was already built. It was small and its
smaller today, but the impact Siddhartha high School has in my life is
enormous.
3.
How can I ever forget F.R.I.E.N.D.S of school,
Grads, and PG. They have shown me the happiest moments of life. They always
shared a heart to laugh with and a shoulder to cry upon. I feel so good when I
tell myself that with some, our friendship is almost 20 years old now. And then
came Ocatves….what else can I ask God after such a precious gift, I was
thinking. But the Almighty didn’t stop. They showered me with some more angels
in life through Vidhya, Ayush, Anusha etc. The bestest thing ever….my dear
friends
4.
Sri Balaji Society…a place that transformed me
and introduced me to a new ME. A place that holds the highest place in my life.
Bala Sir, the person whom I shall forever be thankful for everything especially
the family that he has given me.
5.
My teachers, who have shaped the real Yamini to
face the challenge of the world. I still remember those long chats with Bapat
sir, Anitha Shekhar Ma’am, Sumithra Ma’am who listened to all stupid things I spoke
all time.
6.
Akanksha Charitable Society…one of my dream come
true project. Through our project Akanksha, I made a difference in so many
lives. I have made a mark. Though there is a lot to achieve, I am happy so far.
7.
My interest to play with colors…the most special
thing of me that I like the most. Without colors in world, I would have stopped
living long back. That constant urge to be creative made my life more colorful.
8.
Books…a world where I am lost more often than
any other. All those books, all those writers and specially all those book
shops…with out any of you, this life would have been worse than ever. Inspired from
Pramoda and her parents, I developed the habit of reading and today, I cant get
rid of it.
9.
Ashok Popuri…another new addition into my life. I still remember the
first time we spoke, the first time we went out, the first time he held my
hand, and the rest all is history now. He is indeed special if not everything,
almost a perfect man for my life. I admire his continuous struggle to
understand the complex ME.
10.
My long silky hair….I love it to the core. It
helped me stand out in the crowd any time. I admire them the most though it
irritates also the most some times. Yeah, I own the most beautiful long silky
hair.
11.
An everlasting smile. This is my identity…this
is my symbol. I own a special smile that’s open, that greets you even before I
utter a word. A smile that can leave you never. I promise
12.
Last but not the least, My land of dreams. A place
where a discovered the inner ME. A place that brought me many other friends,
teachers, inspirers and lovers. My pen, I am extremely thankful to.
Wow, I complete 12 already and let me tell you, it was no
easy a task when you have to prioritize the best 12 out of infinite things that
are special.
Off to bed now...and bye to 12-12-12.
Dec 4, 2012
601. Old Habit Revisited..!!
Long time back...and really long time back, I had a habit...almost for three years...!! Every single day (almost) I used to do it but I never knew when did I left it behind. Today, when I did it again...I understood what that missing element was...!!
Blogging early morning...!!
Today, the first thing I did was to check my blog, as soon as I opened my blog and reading the last dream I penned and let me tell you, that feeling was as special as it used to be then.
Today, I had nothing to write (it was the same for almost an year now) but still I thought let me pen down and here goes my poem for the day in december, dedicated to my country, my India..!!!
Illuminating character
internalized in ever breathe
inspiring generations
intensifying traditions
Novel times energizing
new generations
niche is the culture carried on
not questioning ever
Deep sense of pride
divine respect I carry
deaconing my identity
despite any crisis
In India, an Indian
inspired by the colors
immensely special nature
I take pride to be one
Aspire to be for lives to come
an Indian, I wish I shall be born
asperging smiles
across nation, I wish to live
Blogging early morning...!!
Today, the first thing I did was to check my blog, as soon as I opened my blog and reading the last dream I penned and let me tell you, that feeling was as special as it used to be then.
Today, I had nothing to write (it was the same for almost an year now) but still I thought let me pen down and here goes my poem for the day in december, dedicated to my country, my India..!!!
Illuminating character
internalized in ever breathe
inspiring generations
intensifying traditions
Novel times energizing
new generations
not questioning ever
Deep sense of pride
divine respect I carry
deaconing my identity
despite any crisis
In India, an Indian
inspired by the colors
immensely special nature
I take pride to be one
Aspire to be for lives to come
an Indian, I wish I shall be born
asperging smiles
across nation, I wish to live
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