A Techie's Blueprints

A poem after a long pause ................................................................ Moments ========== Moments above Moments below Moments behind Moments ahead We were alive We are dead.... Swimming hard in the moments flow From molten lead to liquid blue It's a delight when i am with you.... Moment is chirpy varies without hault Moment is angry not ours but moment's fault... Moment is yellow Moment is pitch black... some times its rosy.. some times its empty..color.. it lacks.. It gathers.. turns into deserts of past and scatters again in the future so vast .. Mingled in future past lies motionless a total illusion making this present a total mess... See..how strong is this how strong is this moment there is no past.. no future..no present if this tiny moment.. cease to increment ...

A poem,written long ago in some meeting.......... Hey Idiot Where are you Time is passing Defects are few Yes Mam, I am trying hard I am a newbie Not a wizard Doesn't matter How much Idiot are you Break it fast Or your days here are few No No .. please don't do it for this job I am totally fit I am a born pessimist this application can't resist ok ok ... speak less and act more or you know the way to door she goes and i begin to test garbage of some one else we clean, without any rest

The Don't Quit Poem! =============== When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest, if you must, but don't you quit. Life is queer with its twists and turns, As every one of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about, When he might have won had he stuck it out; Don't give up though the pace seems slow-- You may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer than, It seems to a faint and faltering man, Often the struggler has given up, When he might have captured the victor's cup, And he learned too late when the night slipped down, How close he was to the golden crown. Success ...

A rosy letter... ---------------------- My dear blossomed flower this letter is for you time is little and so are the words but i hope it will go through You are always sweet giving your fragrance to me and what i do to you ? behaving rudely, no fear of thee? This is not me if it is an acceptable reason? no, its not real me may be heat of this cold season ?? :( But If required I'll try to change and will change you also as a revenge !! ;) All you need to know is love of bee towards flower be happy, remain happy rain is on strike, some day it'll shower!!

इस बार नहीं !!! What? Firing? Where? Taj? Trident? Nariman house? Who? Terrorists? How many? 174 dead? Every thing has been painted red even the head of police is dead lets watch the news,lets go to cafe coffee day hurry,otherwise there wont be any space in the bay Why do they do it do they enjoy this shit?? ain't they love their life don't they care for mother,father, son or wife? ******* ***** *** ** * Now after an year when we look back shamelessly we do business of living we say a lot,actions we lack!!

Just came from office, after having heavy Sambhar-Rice of Andhra-Mess .The effort they put in satisfying their customers is remarkable ( Waddya say Chachajaan? ).Though the language may be different but the way in which they serve you is such that you'll feel at home. Anyways.. with a full stomach, I asked my friend .. What about a belly on this lean body .. She smiled and looked away ... ,I ignored Bhel Puri Center on the side of the road ..I am too stuffed with that rice -sambhar that even smell of edibles can make me vomit straight away--- Andhra mess zindabaad!!( Reminds me of Shree Ashapuri Bhojanalaya .. where I and Udi used to have Dal-Bati with two full spoons of Ghee.. I wonder, How that Bengali got used to those Hard Balls? ). Anyways I firmly stuck to the promise, which I made to myself, Promise about being happy.All the way I was chortling and made my friend laugh.Every one likes you when you are smiling ..whenever you remain sad and silent in public with your lips...

My Brightest Star ******************************** Awake in my dreams I search for a star I find one the brightest one I asked her do you pull strings? strings of my fate? she said "no Idiot" "I am not your star" yours is that one the one hiding behind she is rare one of its kind.. I stared in dark to find the darkest spot I asked again "are you talking about that?" "the one, darker than darkness?" she smiled.. and nodded in consent I frowned," my star is not bright" i smiled but i felt sad i asked her again "like my life, my star is also dead?" she laughed and said with affection "there is something special about that star" I smiled and said "i know.. its a star.. which doesn't twinkle" she raised her eyebrow and said.. "she is the oldest of all she has given away her spark to make others bright.. she is still bright but you need to see it see it with eyes of your heart you're lucky..to have h...

What do you say? ******************************** I spent almost more than an hour on deciding what to write... several things came in my mind ... my childhood,college,17-Sunrise Appt. ... My friends goyal,uddy,bebo.... Then I came across this poem from DALJIT NAGRA. I read it and liked it...But it was after an hour or so .. I tried to think about the meaning...I got my own meaning. Suddenly I became curious about what other people may interpret .. What can be be their story attached to it..... You all people read it... very few people comment ;) ... what about contributing this time....??? :) The tree my father grew from his garden I take an axe and branch by branch I break the tree and set to work the million maddened bits, the fire of night. Only ash I keep.

Me,Silence & My Quill ******************************** Sitting alone in my room,struggling with my reveries,I started writing some random lines...underlined with the feelings of heart.. words became darker than silent darkness of midnight.... Today I completed an year in this mess in its own messy style... As i lay down in my bed,pull dusty blanket what I search? Perhaps a smile! My eyes search darkest spot in the room is it somewhere in my heart? Why do I close my eyes to find it though I know it'll hurt! Moments rewind upside down my healthy supper comes first I can feel myself totally dried up longing of family? Or is it thirst? I retreat the road from office to home preferring private auto over shared one I throw away money to find comfort I lose both in chaos around, i get none! Mind moves to the noon,and heart laughs one feels heat of life, another? Under addiction! Everyone laughs and talk over lunch table I celebrate silently, another day of dissatisfaction! Ah! Even in...

DEDICATED TO ANGEL OF MY DREAMS ******************************** In this night,when stars melt I set out on a walk with moon... Is the ocean above pouring down or am i sweating as if its noon... * **** *** I dance amid nightingales' songs i breathe happyness of this moment... Sun kisses horizon and rises above as if nodding in self consent... * **** *** In her eyes i see my dreams smell of her beats floret of daisy... with her i feel complete i am confident,even if the roads are hazy... * **** *** All i need is her affirmation to this idiot's appentence... she makes me feel special adding meaning to my existence... * **** ***

as i pack my bag and leave my office she is on my mind i board my bus look at verdant scenery she is on my mind i think hard and harder as the bus accelerates and the story rewind(s) - ---- --- Nine years have passed with love of its kind I might not have said.. but she has been always on my mind* - ---- --- I feel lucky as she showered her love i was always lip-locked she remained pure like dove - ---- --- Feelings will get their words now this barrier gonna break today it'll pour from stars drenched in love,we'll be awake - ---- --- as I send this letter to you i unfold feelings which i kept close to my heart.. love's never perfect and i remained a duffer right from the start... today I say may be the words are few but i can assure the feelings are true yes i do, i did from start you're my love..and "I love you" - ---- ---

इक सफ़र पर नये, निकले हैं हम पर निशान कदमों के यहीं हैं मगर याद करना हमें, बस लौट आएँगे खुशी हो या हो गम की डगर ... दूरियाँ रहेगी दरमियाँ तो भी क्या साथ अपना यूँही रहेगा सदा दोस्ती आपकी एक तोहफा हैं जो लाख तॉहफो से भी हैं लगता बड़ा.. राहें और भी हैं मंज़िलें और भी यह अलविदा आख़िरी अलविदा तो नहीं यादों को मेरी तुम यूँही रखना जवां गर ना भी रहे तो भी मिलेंगे कहीं ....

Everyone could have guessed What was in your mind It was never hard to decipher Silence of that kind... Now, when everyone knows And the moment has arrived We raise a toast For moments we survived... Cheerio,cheerio my friend On this farewell day In our heart we'll cherish Yours transient stay Wishing you love,luck and success In each and every forthcoming venture Stroll back sometimes On the roads of this indenture...

why one has to utter words which others chant... why can't we do the things, which we want why one has to keep feelings inside... why can't one fight with heart's tide.. why one's life is a two side mirror... a smiling face, sad soul... where's the error? why does one have to choose erronous destiny .. why one has to burry dreams.. large or tiny? why one wastes his time in life's WHYs... why can't one shut his mouth as he dies...

It started on quite low...But you people make it Big...a bunch of people of different nature... still gelled so well.. and we all enjoyed a lot ( specially me!!! ).. just wanted to say thanks!!! For all mainframe batch IBM : You people bear my gibberish .... You exempt when i behave childish .... You people make me laugh.... I can't return..not even half ..... In the turmoil of life you all came to defend .... I can proudly say .. You all are my friend

A tear rolled down from my eyes On second anniversary of our parting Reflecting the bitterness of an ocean inside Besotted i remain,couldn't envisage from starting Trying hard to balance, on the string of tar Slaps of zephyr,pushing me into the past Earnest attempts,went in vain,to remain in present A black hole of past,engluts future so vast Lost in love,we didn't know,where we were heading Walking shoulder to shoulder,on the roads unseen IN the rain of Rourkela,wondering if love was raining Shivering under the snow of Boston, yet so keen Sunrise to sunset, we lived in purgatory Sunset to sunrise, we slept in the bed of word(s) Everyone wondered if such love can exist Friend's cautioned,"You'll go mad, have some sleep Nerd!! " Sometimes I wondered,How life can be so smooth But I was an idiot,doubted on God's wit Some steps ahead,was waiting,a storm pretty rough It snatched away everything , though bit by bit Labyrinth,bumps are always parts of the path Bu...

Days are boring and nights are boring Hey!! don't disturb, even if i am snoring Hey!! why are you laughing from the corner of lips Donchyu have any dreams..need some tips?? Look.. look at you.. how boring youhave become.. Your life has been kidnaped..arrange ransome.. Soul craving for life..body tied to this chair Eyes are broken and gloomy face need some repair.. Is this life or purgatory,or heart's strife.. Won't you regret..looking back at this life

I have never been a gregarious person and each and every time it nettled persons around me.I thought that after coming here i'll improve,but recuperation is not always assured, isn't it?? I have always been bemoaned that my physical presence was not acompained by my soul, but isn't it something which no one can help??? The same thing happened few days ago and I was again damned for my behaviour and this time with some reasons which, they felt ( which I refute!!! ), were the behind my broken eyes.Anyways i don't have any desire to redress anything. Talking about day to day life ...its colourless and elusive.. each and every time you think you have got hold of it it shows her bestial tricks. .....hmmm, a lot to write but again Crammed with thoughts!!!

I was standing under shower .. the chilled shots were nailing hard, with each and every drop i was being pushed towards the well of my memories.. the memories still in air like those particles during early days of childhood when we had that ground made of sand (ok!! i agree, we had no furnished ground at all, but i am suffering from diseases called as OPTIMISM and CONTENT... ). At that moment, if someone had asked me what i would like to be in my life.. i would have easily said ... "An officer in the bank in Gandhi Chowk ( A place which have a lots of landmarks like "Madhyamik school", "Dalluji's kachauri shop"... etcetera ... )which is having doors made of glass.. (Bank of Rajasthan .. being precisely ) ... Scientist may boast about the MAC speeds of their air crafts .. but i bet,we have something much faster than that .. and that is "wheel of time" ... ambitions, desires,dreams and situations changes drastically as soon as you blink your eyelid....