tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33369844282965943012024-03-05T05:25:47.634-08:00SAANDHYAMSandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-57517440892318984842011-08-06T00:31:00.000-07:002011-08-06T00:33:35.637-07:00Giant wheel<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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As the giant wheel revolves in glee<br />
In the shade of twilight<br />
To outwit the earth's flight<br />
In an unseen axis <br />
for an unknown cause<br />
He in his innocent persistence<br />
To reach the top of that wheel<br />
In a whim to pluck that jade<br />
Playing hide and seek<br />
Always with him in starry nights</div>Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-67776953468146273802011-04-12T07:57:00.000-07:002011-04-12T07:57:58.568-07:00Silence<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9Nwj-v2MaUp0o6gCNnMvnNPZ1tAeZTSIqajpAVZj-c83lwtfABMNi5ta2dAdTXZRTLoSmuNxzoDejI0nv4Byzr6flIU-HQqiyVv4TfajAoNqTJEAmSeI_5RYBKfRRvG6smzsTQOdKhQ/s1600/1+silence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9Nwj-v2MaUp0o6gCNnMvnNPZ1tAeZTSIqajpAVZj-c83lwtfABMNi5ta2dAdTXZRTLoSmuNxzoDejI0nv4Byzr6flIU-HQqiyVv4TfajAoNqTJEAmSeI_5RYBKfRRvG6smzsTQOdKhQ/s200/1+silence.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
As day breaks<br />
I quench my thirst<br />
to transcript those lines<br />
with a few simple dots<br />
in the mood of silence<br />
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As day passes<br />
I imprint my silence <br />
in black and white<br />
on a piece of white paper<br />
<div>hidden in my heart of magnetic stones</div><div>dazzling in vibrant colors.</div><div> </div><div>Sandhya </div></div>Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-77635424430089656302011-04-12T07:48:00.000-07:002011-04-12T07:48:16.489-07:00My Sweetness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivP0u4kNLPQCY8voJkVzKfOzu5ht0kxhx-dmDozFcsCdtJaa494ujbAWhhh1aOkt1EbQp7go6_HOXeWj-9c1FnzYOADUl8tHGxjvjuVfCEnFgibVpCsojBr3x54cUJLWoAxD4rikPzNN0/s1600/sweetness-thumb956994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivP0u4kNLPQCY8voJkVzKfOzu5ht0kxhx-dmDozFcsCdtJaa494ujbAWhhh1aOkt1EbQp7go6_HOXeWj-9c1FnzYOADUl8tHGxjvjuVfCEnFgibVpCsojBr3x54cUJLWoAxD4rikPzNN0/s200/sweetness-thumb956994.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><br />
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I hear a river complain the earth<br />
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In utmost despair<br />
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'Mom... I can't flow anymore<br />
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As I babbled ago in womb,<br />
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It scares and peeves:<br />
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The protruding eyes of those fishes<br />
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Live and play within me'<br />
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I hear the air, air, her fear<br />
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'Mom, I hate to wave those leaves<br />
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Welcoming me with a lovely smile<br />
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As I am sure will kill their smile<br />
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With those waves I hide and bear'.<br />
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I hear a tiller, tills his heart<br />
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Blaming his fate to have'n born on earth<br />
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As he ploughs a land in vain,<br />
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Drought as such as his dreams.<br />
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I see a mom, squeezing neap pap<br />
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To feed her child without one eye,<br />
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She souses her heart in sump of tears<br />
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To feed a nation by her own.<br />
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I hear a forlorn sigh!<br />
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Of mother earth in return<br />
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As she has nothing else to give<br />
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Other than those radiating hot<br />
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Nuclear wastes ...<br />
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She carries in her womb !<br />
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Condemn Nuclear Projects!</div>Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-30382621268873582182010-02-02T00:32:00.000-08:002010-02-02T00:37:52.308-08:00Butterflies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnHMMVI1z-aF-siwvQauNZuJvZqEdX3MfgidhK5t20x6QiB5NyesNMseom-siSEB0OGPQSkqgtMlO_5VMYie7-Fh-9rA-EXCIygFi0HnIgss50WWDcJnSboRETC3NBLsjSxHvxIJq02xE/s1600-h/butterfly%20clothesp%20pin2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="165" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnHMMVI1z-aF-siwvQauNZuJvZqEdX3MfgidhK5t20x6QiB5NyesNMseom-siSEB0OGPQSkqgtMlO_5VMYie7-Fh-9rA-EXCIygFi0HnIgss50WWDcJnSboRETC3NBLsjSxHvxIJq02xE/s200/butterfly%2520clothesp%2520pin2.gif" width="200" /></a></div><br />
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My child<br />
With Keen instinctive skills<br />
Folded her white hand kerchief<br />
This way, that way as folio<br />
And shouted <br />
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Mom, See the butterfly <br />
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Though I saw in her hand<br />
Whiten cloth as if in fold<br />
I saw thousand butterflies<br />
Fluttering flying in its glee<br />
In the garden of her mind<br />
Through her sparkling joyful eyes.<br />
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Sandhya<br />
25.01.2010Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-44139472634743879982010-01-01T01:33:00.000-08:002010-01-01T01:51:12.521-08:00My wish!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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A dawn of a new year<br />
With hopes, believes, and those faith <br />
To capture and to conquest those<br />
All that I, wish and will<br />
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I wish let that battle not <br />
Pain and fail no one’s will<br />
But could conquer all those hearts<br />
With love and joy that I could hand<br />
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Let this dawn could dusk my pains<br />
My throes, my hurts and raven dreams<br />
I wish I could spot my might<br />
To take myself forward and on<br />
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Help me, Oh, my dear mate!<br />
To make my ride fruitful and stride<br />
I am sure… I will do that<br />
Since I own your love and warmth <br />
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Sandhya<br />
1.1.10Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-4616716443917592522009-12-10T03:25:00.000-08:002009-12-10T03:25:23.831-08:00Love Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3KYGXjGaQOKDKujlv4zsF4-GB1TE7yXHUNJ7PHDGMvZNzw0UpgEx94kWVLzI55GUB-aqx4WEcEbWlQ_6zNvvh0b0rIkW8mU4vy4bha9oOtDrZLb0faE62pMHJQrYnXUMNRXbhI6xdY7Q/s1600-h/42993024_AnOldLoveStory.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3KYGXjGaQOKDKujlv4zsF4-GB1TE7yXHUNJ7PHDGMvZNzw0UpgEx94kWVLzI55GUB-aqx4WEcEbWlQ_6zNvvh0b0rIkW8mU4vy4bha9oOtDrZLb0faE62pMHJQrYnXUMNRXbhI6xdY7Q/s320/42993024_AnOldLoveStory.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;">Where he stumbled</span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;">It drew it tangle</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stuck in the puzzle<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Those sonic pictures<br />
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My diary is so sweet and soft<br />
And rimmed fair with rainbow frill<br />
My words are plane and deep from core<br />
And dance with me in glowing glee <br />
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Ha! My dancing diary! <br />
I sometimes get burst at thoughts<br />
But sometimes I laugh and dance<br />
It sometimes makes me weep <br />
With lovely words I wrote in past<br />
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I don’t need a pen to write<br />
Nor I need a time to write<br />
But I read it bright and right<br />
When I feel and sit for so <br />
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I could see those past in mind<br />
In those coloured lovely frames<br />
As if I am amidst them<br />
And feel real as if present <br />
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I don’t have a fear at all<br />
As I locked it hard and safe<br />
No one could do steal and read<br />
No one could infer it wrong <br />
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Do you know it? Why it is...<br />
How it is? and where it is ?<br />
It is written in my heart<br />
With my heart and for my heart.Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-79446508520480813462009-06-06T00:49:00.002-07:002009-12-15T23:47:35.124-08:00Red Salute<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9xYWMhoXzQEQlcE2QTM9tEjAgYvmOw6Skzz7yfEHK3w9X7TKN4fMcjnE67FcJn-6qMy4RMUH2akAdSdu8pQp25GonI6BX8MHr9sr5JlNTG_cwg4b13tvpBPDRogzlhw7mjAynDeY0Kk/s1600-h/revolution.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351960067305718978" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9xYWMhoXzQEQlcE2QTM9tEjAgYvmOw6Skzz7yfEHK3w9X7TKN4fMcjnE67FcJn-6qMy4RMUH2akAdSdu8pQp25GonI6BX8MHr9sr5JlNTG_cwg4b13tvpBPDRogzlhw7mjAynDeY0Kk/s200/revolution.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 134px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
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Struggles! Struggles! Struggles!<br />
Red Struggles round the world<br />
For justice, peace and sovereign<br />
From among the marginalised <br />
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They joined hands beneath the flag<br />
Revolutionary flag of red regime<br />
Stimulated by those firing speech<br />
Marx, Lenin , Che and Fidel<br />
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They strive hard for deprived folks<br />
To free them from their clenching claws<br />
That squeezes them even from core<br />
And rejoice delight for extravagance <br />
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They are so called Capitalists<br />
Set for looting resources<br />
In and out from kind mankind<br />
With Evil spell ‘the LPG’ <br />
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We have kicked them out before<br />
With our tolerant peace struggle<br />
Yet they extend hands towards<br />
To engulf us and digest all <br />
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They have spies in central too<br />
And sent them armed with magic spell<br />
They propagate and pronounce the spell<br />
Liberalise, Privatise and Globalise <br />
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But, don’t panic my dear at all! <br />
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We have self armed brave comrades<br />
Born to die for brave mankind<br />
They provide their last blood drop<br />
And protest for red ideology <br />
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We shall join hands together<br />
To live in justice and in peace<br />
Give the sceptre of power <br />
To the left front and allies <br />
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Devote your valuable votes to them<br />
And honour them for their effort<br />
And be proud of being together<br />
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I am in that plain<br />
Sooty with red stain<br />
Cloying smell of corpse and blood<br />
The Suffocating smell<br />
The smell of burning flesh<br />
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Where am I Transported to?<br />
From the cushion of air conditioned room<br />
I hear the growl, the grunting agony<br />
Who is that? Anybody there?<br />
My yell resonated<br />
And back to my ears…<br />
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But I am amidst the spirits<br />
Spirits of the martyrs of that wildness<br />
Saunter around me behold me in hype<br />
Their lenient eyes with ardent quest<br />
Enquired a lot to my soul<br />
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“Why and What for they did that?<br />
Brutal fight to innocent us<br />
What did they earn from that?<br />
Nothing but, our ablazing dreams”<br />
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The little boy with old fat man<br />
Did Trojan ballet upon us<br />
True man got truly proud<br />
And stood as if he revolves the earth<br />
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Poor men! They didn’t knew<br />
They are in baleful battle<br />
Which will demolish not them all<br />
But the entire living kind<br />
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I got scared of those truemans<br />
Living around, around the globe<br />
They are in tiring attempts<br />
To make little boys again and again<br />
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Dear Martyr spirits!<br />
Wait, wait for me too<br />
I too may join you<br />
When they are behind, the little boysSandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-9682589478604258732009-06-06T00:48:00.004-07:002009-12-15T23:48:29.156-08:00I am lost and lost!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJ1AsXGbxwK5k5mdsSQwgXC0S73lL-dqYMTpRe6l2kWhw_rtyq3FS7C4WfH_quFW7p4Dwdp5uz1iFU6nl98MA-VHkTAUJ-vkF0wMrUAROWjti8fdaEOXqfCOZK2fx7n9zd7hDWq9qpz8/s1600-h/sadness.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351961298726015122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJ1AsXGbxwK5k5mdsSQwgXC0S73lL-dqYMTpRe6l2kWhw_rtyq3FS7C4WfH_quFW7p4Dwdp5uz1iFU6nl98MA-VHkTAUJ-vkF0wMrUAROWjti8fdaEOXqfCOZK2fx7n9zd7hDWq9qpz8/s200/sadness.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 130px;" /></a><br />
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Oh, the thoughts<br />
As wild, roaring storm<br />
Rolls away and roll out<br />
Through the current and beyond and<br />
Dialect me from the present<br />
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Oh! It’s heaving ardent commands<br />
Linked and entangled as an enigma<br />
Sometimes it whisper as feathers<br />
But sometimes shriek as a shrike<br />
And trail me as a wild trout<br />
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It act on times as obtrusive child<br />
Petulant to invade the interstellar gem<br />
But I abide and coaxed in rule<br />
And ponder around in its hunt<br />
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Alas! Sometimes it chuck me in<br />
A Swinging pendulous frame<br />
And make me footstep, the foxtrot dance<br />
And it celebrate my forlorn phase<br />
As if to test my fortitude<br />
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Many a time it takes me to the world<br />
The world of floating clouds and dews<br />
I love to get lost in lovely ride<br />
With fairies and those floating flowers<br />
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One can see me in that depth<br />
Floating in monotony<br />
And get lost at merry thoughts<br />
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I am lost and lostand lost...Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-61699800422325567182009-06-06T00:48:00.001-07:002009-06-29T07:44:46.394-07:00A betrayed heart!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmG-7ZPXP1kH5ZAaFQ7ByW-1nNl1YmPHLGULB-G3qBdhsONTZyv7UUrFZpTdh7_UTN43jDcvvS7LsAAnd4S5oMdeuG7NKnS2vGgcPZ-NRbcQx9aRisAvSY1Vne58jpAgDnbDt00QxWS6c/s1600-h/blood-heart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352760366155949234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmG-7ZPXP1kH5ZAaFQ7ByW-1nNl1YmPHLGULB-G3qBdhsONTZyv7UUrFZpTdh7_UTN43jDcvvS7LsAAnd4S5oMdeuG7NKnS2vGgcPZ-NRbcQx9aRisAvSY1Vne58jpAgDnbDt00QxWS6c/s200/blood-heart.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP7lM8yXsAQSBdIhm7CLTX_T2g0a2RzXaaPim2PaDtVaAT3oc6jLuDHqSPM8UcEWzycRvtKzwln4sF9IcFxvg2wk5XhmsKAADwDx1B72GZvOfdZnz0kVARj5ULgHNOmash3VIbPSZPdbE/s1600-h/blood-heart.jpg"></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7r1GBXK2PS8tQCvzlO81SWA0QvPkhaAA684CzffWTYtRCJ9rfdwEudTdSMJGaEo3oqak5v1tfCZXHLNyz7ESz5hMm24skzTGIKowCIMUIYKzh-RxpA97xYX5cTa9nvWzfsxzCGbn0v3I/s1600-h/Watermelon.jpg"></a></div><div><br />Heart! Heart! Lovely heart<br />The call of a mercantile<br />Vicious and wittiest<br />To sell his golden dazzling hearts<br /><br />She saw one with a lovely smile<br />Elegant, smart and sophisticate<br />She made her mind to grab at once<br />And struggled to reach first in the crowd<br /><br />She was asked what she had<br />She said she had one in hand<br />Neither smart nor sophisticate<br />But sincere, loving and caring<br /><br />Golden heart is damn gorgeous<br />With feel and talk and touch so cool<br />Befitting it she enjoyed life<br />As if she procured dreamland<br /><br />It was on an April morn<br />She saw its inner core as black<br />An atom bomb did exploded<br />And smashed and washed her sanctity<br /><br />Alas! Her heart is broken hard<br />In that devastating blast<br />But, see her! Fetching wrecked piece<br />To rejoin and erect her life<br /><br />Even then she seems sometimes<br />Arbitrate in deep ardent<br />But most the time she slump at ground<br />And crack and weep silent as child<br /><br />Oh! The Damn betrayal!<br /><br />Who had really betrayed her?<br />The golden heart or witty merchant?<br />Or her fate to get betrayed?<br />Or is it he or she herself?<br /><br />She went to market once again<br />To purchase a ravishing smile<br />And pasted over her tears<br />And started betraying herself<br /><br />Smile remind her the comment<br />The comment of a Philippine poet<br />“There is always a weeping heart<br />Behind every poignant smile”</div></div>Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-72213992269054782282009-06-06T00:45:00.004-07:002009-06-29T08:35:16.059-07:00My Love and my dreams!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9_vlDcEHE82SheHS4w5jgQzYPAh4DkLFgWaOQDcW2CGOMKKlfMmTHXypfgv4I5DNJF3hPgqOyARt1VrUvtvB9RjB9OzjcYmjfzXoYE6NztmjIy1nDhnkxHVUH4Z52sTI6CR5HWOGnPVg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352773485181838146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9_vlDcEHE82SheHS4w5jgQzYPAh4DkLFgWaOQDcW2CGOMKKlfMmTHXypfgv4I5DNJF3hPgqOyARt1VrUvtvB9RjB9OzjcYmjfzXoYE6NztmjIy1nDhnkxHVUH4Z52sTI6CR5HWOGnPVg/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd-FjhVPfFOIqwYcuNmD4__t1TYShmBEZ3BI58F71TtqUAB_nUTWjJ_GA0ufunSRJ4oaOp6lwI0t5RiAf_k62swST0hVW6uRi_QXmJg_apSidaYlamu_Q4eVAjbhbYqnTYYt-Jg8ADC6c/s1600-h/MM-Girl+Just+Chillin.jpg"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div>Dreams, my pride adhered to me<br />Now sways as glowing flames<br />To burn me, the stolid dry twig<br />As if to revenge and ridicule<br /><br />The lovely breeze is not so cool<br />But makes me shiver and shrilling cool<br />I feel moon blind even noon<br />And gets scarred of starry nights<br /><br />I too remind you of her<br />With hunched head and broken heart<br />Who? Or whom did made her cry<br />Still it seems unknown to me<br /><br />But I know it as the truth<br />As day light and the sea<br />It blind my dreamful eyes<br />And blew out my glowing flames<br /><br />Even then I steadfast to stand<br />And have a quest to ask you dear;<br />Why did you did that so, dear?<br />What made you think as, so dear?<br /><br />Colours that roamed I know so bright<br />And costlier as golden blocks<br />But dear, don’t you ever felt<br />My love is brighter and mightier<br /><br />May be not;<br />Life will get sure you the truth<br />That No one can love you so<br />As I love You in this life</div>Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-43246467420475590942009-06-06T00:45:00.003-07:002010-01-01T00:41:19.930-08:00Smile<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitoGM69U0rhpePvwArBVmlChGO5qCl_Anq4Rtlu_CUDeErPI76UnEH8GXehrmXutSuaBZo7t8hIh1LrAwfN0uj_1o77YrbjeRNx3M6JzdmO9QYX_KEYcrJNtgx3M1216pE_5h3bfTEL2Q/s1600-h/smile+2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344149520184244962" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitoGM69U0rhpePvwArBVmlChGO5qCl_Anq4Rtlu_CUDeErPI76UnEH8GXehrmXutSuaBZo7t8hIh1LrAwfN0uj_1o77YrbjeRNx3M6JzdmO9QYX_KEYcrJNtgx3M1216pE_5h3bfTEL2Q/s200/smile+2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 159px;" /></a><br />
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I use to wear it so simply<br />
The radiant armor, my pretty smile<br />
One can see me as warrior <br />
While I wear it brilliantly<br />
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I sometimes may conquer hearts<br />
Consent, console and pardon<br />
And sometimes I dagger hearts <br />
And deflagrate the mind too fast <br />
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It won’t hide my glowing face <br />
Nor it veil over my wish<br />
But it hides my lurid look<br />
My weeping eyes and face at times<br />
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Yet I stick to show my will<br />
Brave and bold and stronger still<br />
Hence I wear the armor! SMILE!<br />
That glows my eyes and fervent heartSandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-19798117043525383632009-06-06T00:45:00.001-07:002009-06-29T08:43:00.967-07:00Palestine Or Israel ?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNt7tHtWVNa9pcwaWl3Ivsu1fnxWdfg_HWGZX1A4V0YIadVCWMoG3Y_0t5jhDu71K_iAjo0jwfbJBIxvzozhc-DZg74dEQtnwD9rAZS7zEw_PDovlq1i7T0JEiiNk8DJC6bA3NZwBy48E/s1600-h/gaza_5_resize.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352775488101992722" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNt7tHtWVNa9pcwaWl3Ivsu1fnxWdfg_HWGZX1A4V0YIadVCWMoG3Y_0t5jhDu71K_iAjo0jwfbJBIxvzozhc-DZg74dEQtnwD9rAZS7zEw_PDovlq1i7T0JEiiNk8DJC6bA3NZwBy48E/s200/gaza_5_resize.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Oh! Don’t U see the dead bodies?<br />In lovely land of sacrifice.<br />Oh I hear the weeping child...<br />Oh! I hear broken women…<br /><br />But I cant see where it is..<br />Is it Palastine ?..or<br />Is it Israel?..<br />But they both bleed in same colour<br />Similar in their life and food.<br />May B’cause I could not differ<br />Both at once when I see them.<br /><br />But I see their broken faces<br />With a mood of extreme lament<br />But their eyes were sharp that pierce<br />As they had something to raise!<br /><br />Some had to answer that mob dent chase<br />What for killing innocent us?<br />Is it because of having symbols?<br />That chained us when we born at once.<br /><br />We don’t have a passion for…<br />Living in a grateful city<br />But we have only a passion for…<br />Live and let our children live<br />In a land of peace and prosper…<br /><br />Oh dear, can we dream of one such time?<br />Without the shouts of boots and fire.<br />Let us hope for such a time?<br />Though we know it unfeasible.</div>Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-26398370656048212512009-06-06T00:44:00.002-07:002009-06-29T08:40:46.328-07:00I and Herons<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxpU0UBvZaYcvtVLDNrT_2MpTzXaqGi1kjxDkNzpWXLN7mG3zGLWXErLsQPavMWibjzMKtoqzY4dXHR2lFExxFlD0w4VEcCaZBQHQcF5lJyJdplesJQXUrsBt1520snacsSlmuSpJqBYI/s1600-h/LadyWithHeron.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352774925417753234" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxpU0UBvZaYcvtVLDNrT_2MpTzXaqGi1kjxDkNzpWXLN7mG3zGLWXErLsQPavMWibjzMKtoqzY4dXHR2lFExxFlD0w4VEcCaZBQHQcF5lJyJdplesJQXUrsBt1520snacsSlmuSpJqBYI/s200/LadyWithHeron.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I and Herons are alike<br />Not in our outer crust<br />But in our awesome thoughts!<br />In our greedy madly longs<br /><br />Both are in ascetic mood!<br />Longing for a great aspire<br />Don’t U see us looking at?<br />The clear sky; a lot more time<br /><br />They are calmly waiting for<br />The feathery touch of drizzling rain<br />Which makes them cool and sensitive<br />Both the in and outward crust<br /><br />But I am madly waiting for<br />The warming promises, he gives<br />Though I feel it neurotic<br />I will do so as long as<br />He gets time for me also..</div>Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-17563165182485633972009-06-06T00:44:00.001-07:002009-06-29T08:33:47.079-07:00Hunger<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0toKBwfL1TR7ZYFgWZL7SEsFgnZatT8NHrsYxtCJ2Ox_1hRuFAKUjXH2DiN_MJ_Q5gW08EhjqjaXErCVuwzS-XgHRArcSanHI1a2b9yfFSTZiO1YroxkNez99VOkSGiEyFAm8SHxiSTk/s1600-h/hands-of-mom-and-child_Full.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352773043016084082" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0toKBwfL1TR7ZYFgWZL7SEsFgnZatT8NHrsYxtCJ2Ox_1hRuFAKUjXH2DiN_MJ_Q5gW08EhjqjaXErCVuwzS-XgHRArcSanHI1a2b9yfFSTZiO1YroxkNez99VOkSGiEyFAm8SHxiSTk/s200/hands-of-mom-and-child_Full.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>Look, my child is crying<br />Her soft paws, her dazzling eyes<br />Her toothless jaws, wander something<br />I doubt, may be she is hungry<br />Yes! She is madly hungry<br /><br />Am I too!<br />Both my breast and breath<br />Starve to feed my child<br />Ha! Sweet starve of a mom<br />Divine hunger in the world<br />Procured as a special right<br />Right from the holy mom<br /><br />Look, he too is sensitive<br />His piercing eyes, warming mind<br />And killing smile, wander something<br />I doubt, may be he is hungry<br />Yes! He is madly hungry!<br />Am I too!<br /><br />Both my body and mind<br />Starve hard to feed my dear<br />Ha! Sweet starve of a buddy<br />Heavenly hunger in the world<br />Only I could feed him<br />What he desire and deserve<br /><br />Hunger! Wild and wonderful<br />For me at both times<br />My role is to feed at times<br />With me till my death</div>Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-34257486004417609572009-06-06T00:43:00.002-07:002009-06-29T08:29:50.244-07:00Butterflies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZibbtITrAGt2D-uBB7eZ42CtlWXY-62hvTIECIvZtrqJkHVs0qDliMnNFG07UYRNJmHjrjdeUkLbu1IKeci8brDPcnN6b7DF6NjHwgO_4fEb5IpBSk0T7gnLJEDRbiNm6WuU4ZmUD51o/s1600-h/smithsonian-butterflies.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352772026099010802" style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZibbtITrAGt2D-uBB7eZ42CtlWXY-62hvTIECIvZtrqJkHVs0qDliMnNFG07UYRNJmHjrjdeUkLbu1IKeci8brDPcnN6b7DF6NjHwgO_4fEb5IpBSk0T7gnLJEDRbiNm6WuU4ZmUD51o/s200/smithsonian-butterflies.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>My child is fond of butterflies<br />And dances with those little flies;<br />Whitty, Spotty, tiny flies<br />And little pretty butterflies;<br /><br />I too love them seriously<br />My eyes will fetch them robustly;<br />To coax and make her eat slightly<br />With the tales of flies, brightly;<br /><br />She is fond of my stories<br />Although they were false stories;<br />She too dream to fly like them<br />And play and dance in sky like them;<br /><br />But I am fond of those flowers;!<br />Folks which are betrayed by them;<br />Lived with hearts which killed by them<br />Or bravely committed death by self;<br /><br />Don’t u see those lovely flowers?<br />White and red and blue in colours;<br />Dancing with the butterflies<br />As if they had reached their spirit<br /><br />Look the pride in her sweet face<br />While she dances in his pace;<br />She is thrilled in wooing buzz<br />And stolen gifts of pollen grains;<br />But, I am sure, she will be deceived;<br /><br />He is very keen at plans;<br />To make her part of his own clan<br />Aiming at her charming juice<br />To taste it with his pretty stem<br /><br />Once he had a secure time<br />After coaxing her at times<br />To have a taste of her sweet juice<br />Even if, a bit for the time<br /><br />She was made is such a time;<br />To feel pity of his own time<br />And plainly gave a little time;<br />To have a zip of sweety time;<br /><br />Poor bloom!<br />She is dreaming flying with<br />Her own flitting fly in sky!!<br /><br />Look, He looked as if a wicked<br />To ooze her sweet, all at once<br />And thank her with his piercing eyes!<br />And went of with a charming smile!!<br /><br />Poor bloom!<br />She is in the anxious mood<br />Will he come back again?<br />And take her to his dear clan<br />And make her fly in sky like him<br /><br />Oh ! Dear blooms…<br />Beware of those tiny wicked flies!<br />Who in search of juicy sweet;<br />Don’t get trapped in their sweet buzz<br />Don’t be trapped in their sweet colors;</div>Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-32516120575400126182009-06-06T00:43:00.001-07:002009-06-29T08:37:07.826-07:00The Spider and his web<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5A9_IlBb7Jw2DD-eWWzXj5WCjmSclfJTB8GsTx33o_kwh1k8Wk3GcIdZNF_Sr18JyCGUCpPi7VD0Kv1hI52Nx06moXHtOYhU5xSi7lVNPdbZWOv5YAcVJffy3CaJvw0KOtvEfSv4U1Y8/s1600-h/ZFP0027320_P.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352773874442484770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5A9_IlBb7Jw2DD-eWWzXj5WCjmSclfJTB8GsTx33o_kwh1k8Wk3GcIdZNF_Sr18JyCGUCpPi7VD0Kv1hI52Nx06moXHtOYhU5xSi7lVNPdbZWOv5YAcVJffy3CaJvw0KOtvEfSv4U1Y8/s200/ZFP0027320_P.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I was walking back to web<br />In a charming dreamy thought;<br />I saw him standing beside a tree<br />With lovely smile which sliced my heart;<br /><br />His legs are eight that's best for clack<br />His eyes are bright and sparkling black<br />No one refute his cute and smart<br />With gentle look with lovely heart;<br /><br />I saw him bright as sun so near!<br />I lost my vision at that sight!<br />Yet I felt a doubt at mind!<br />Does he had a web in hand!?<br /><br />He started courtship lovingly!<br />With lovely gifts and rocky touch;<br />I too enjoyed doubtlessly!<br />Even in some ruthless time<br /><br />Sometime, I felt it in between;<br />Does he had a web in hand!?<br />First he started telling me;<br />That He felt I were an angel<br /><br />Dancing in his nighttimes dreams<br />As one in a fairy tale<br />Then he adored my sexy look<br />Which holds him in a magnet field<br /><br />He even dreamt as a jailbird<br />Within the Field; for a while<br />I shall not deny at all,<br />That I too enjoyed for a while<br /><br />His silky softy fringing talks<br />Even in some ruthless time<br />Then he admired my soft talk<br />And opined it, as a classic;<br /><br />Which no one in the world he heard<br />Talked so classic, as I did<br />I was proud for a while<br />And humbly talked in classic style;<br /><br />Yet I felt a doubt in hand;<br />Does he had a web in hand!?<br />I was in a fairy tale;<br />Listening to his lovely talks;<br /><br />When I woke I found so clear<br />I was caught up in his web!<br />He was madly happy to<br />Have a magnet in his web<br />And danced with me in pensive mood<br />In his pretty fairy mesh<br /><br />But he forget the deadly truth<br />That I will kill him after dance<br />With my lovely hairy claws<br />And oozes out his juicy blood<br /><br />Oh dear spiders! Who r lurking with<br />A lovely web to catch my kind<br />I have a frantic warn to U, that<br />Beware the mates of my own kind!!!</div>Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-71856485402660669902009-06-06T00:42:00.001-07:002009-06-29T08:53:18.270-07:00I am left, on my own!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2FulWnOAXQglPmLChMOfV4zMPC07iERgzFdY29dOANEkQr1lADttdFFcty7wf8J3PJNVOF73tzqjYu5PJmwG9m_T0gnUaGQtF8x1DbD3DUMO2PAZ8LvYZyI3L8G3Gq9YOrII5PWNP8G4/s1600-h/alone.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352778117141639570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2FulWnOAXQglPmLChMOfV4zMPC07iERgzFdY29dOANEkQr1lADttdFFcty7wf8J3PJNVOF73tzqjYu5PJmwG9m_T0gnUaGQtF8x1DbD3DUMO2PAZ8LvYZyI3L8G3Gq9YOrII5PWNP8G4/s200/alone.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Was it on a starry night?!!<br />Was it in a dusky day?!!<br />I heard a clarion in my heart!!<br />I heard that whisper soft at heart!!<br /><br />Here you end this journey, and<br />Here you start for that destiny<br />I was thrown out pitilessly;<br />To a rolling typhoon tunnel;<br /><br />I was made to crawl and sigh!<br />To fine-tune with the novel high;<br />Hardly had I left tunnel;<br />I was struck by that lightning;<br /><br />To realise it as my triumph<br />And struggled hard to let it high<br />I heard that mumble in my heart<br />In a soft and sweet voice<br /><br />As a lovely proclaim to me<br />Keep on going; U will be fine<br />Now I have a doubt at heart<br />U may feel it at my face!!<br /><br />Am I now a new born babe??!! Or<br />Am I hearing my death knell??!!<br />No one can supersede!!<br />The superpower of that mystery!<br /><br />Only that could be done!<br />Is just to face it; that ordeal!!<br />No one could extend their hands!!<br />To console or condole me!!<br /><br />I realise that mystic truth<br />That, I am left, on my own!!!</div>Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-58107144027940941462009-06-06T00:41:00.002-07:002009-06-29T08:32:25.946-07:00Our Constitution<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibOfd3-BdPnGkLX7ejvtr6lA79jo7nJGbXYXSJzwlvcbjTz3DsDXtcPCL90nBeD7lOrQfQBq2W_66SeSL7SLpQKX6Lki3kyT31ks4hUDfu76ggEelH3Tpcbrkc2gGwE5vDGxMBn0z7Ack/s1600-h/untitledconst.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352772650145260898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibOfd3-BdPnGkLX7ejvtr6lA79jo7nJGbXYXSJzwlvcbjTz3DsDXtcPCL90nBeD7lOrQfQBq2W_66SeSL7SLpQKX6Lki3kyT31ks4hUDfu76ggEelH3Tpcbrkc2gGwE5vDGxMBn0z7Ack/s200/untitledconst.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>On a splendid, sunny day;<br />Powerful comrade M.N Roy;<br />Hit and struck by that lightning!<br />To have her as our own pride!<br /><br />Bapu, Nehru, all surprised!<br />To take in such a great design!!<br />They all joined hands together;<br />To devise the modus operandi;<br /><br />They had their heart in their own mouth;<br />And told it in a chorus sing<br />You can only have the chair<br />It is no one but B.R;<br /><br />Rome not built in single day!<br />As was also for her too !<br />Took a 14 left for three years!<br />To get her origin in this world!<br /><br />She is famous for her length!!<br />And own her for incredible land;!<br />Sovereign, Socialist, and Secular,<br />The leading democratic, Republic!!<br /><br />She is powerful and splendid!<br />And dressed in shining radiant gems!!<br />Even though she borrowed them;<br />From her neighbors and her friends;<br /><br />She rented fundamental rights,<br />From the federal, United States;<br />But she was, such adamant<br />To lack that word ‘the federal’!!<br /><br />Replicated Great duties;<br />From her friend, the Great Russian;<br />She took it from Great Britain’s!!<br />The potent system, The parliament;<br /><br />She procured the concurrent list;<br />From the awesome Australia!!<br />Canada, the land of Boreal forest<br />Equipped her with residual powers!<br /><br />She too had to be revised!<br />Further and further for survive<br />Hence she took amend procedure<br />From the land of Mandela<br /><br />No one can deny at all!<br />The powerful, mode of operation!<br />With articles numbered 444;<br />And 12 schedules in 22 parts;<br /><br />Although she was adopted,<br />In the year of ’49;<br />She came into sovereign force,<br />On the Republic day in 50;<br /><br />She commemorate 60 years!!<br />After being born in land;<br />She is still been beautified;<br />By her glorious amendments!!<br /><br />I am truly proud of my;<br />Native land, My India!!<br />I worship its great passions!<br />As I being a true Indian!</div>Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-74248119046728713292009-06-06T00:40:00.002-07:002009-06-29T08:28:20.203-07:00Suicide<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgivMwm3kf1N4t_g3CkDPmgoYsP-s6Hte-o75XuL-vXoCBjJveMnpcJ2ry9FKWeNXNKhh0Zw_AkzuEkMG0Yj-7rV5QZtReHoxNMmCQwFGY3rvR5hlKuqC5h95FIJl_nbt7rq9sqjncSIXA/s1600-h/safety-depressed-400a0611-main_Full.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352771673851435394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgivMwm3kf1N4t_g3CkDPmgoYsP-s6Hte-o75XuL-vXoCBjJveMnpcJ2ry9FKWeNXNKhh0Zw_AkzuEkMG0Yj-7rV5QZtReHoxNMmCQwFGY3rvR5hlKuqC5h95FIJl_nbt7rq9sqjncSIXA/s200/safety-depressed-400a0611-main_Full.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>Is it that as always told?<br />A foolish choice of his own life!!<br />Is it as they all have told?<br />A valiant choice of his own life!!<br /><br />There are vibrant discussions;<br />Between them who had steadfast;<br />They both had committed it!!<br />One by life and one by death!!<br /><br />Some had preferred the fine art, life;<br />And ‘committed’ in graph of life!!<br />They had their own sight for that;<br />And went on commit day by day;<br /><br />Some had preferred to surpass life!!<br />And challenge the impending destine<br />And ‘committed’ it with brave heart!!<br />And pout at life with grimacing face;<br /><br />Dear, I am still confused!!!<br />What shall I prefer in life?!!<br />They both argue they are brave;<br />And imprecate to commit too<br /><br />I am frightened in the field!!<br />Where I have to decide at times;<br />I am scared of battle cries!!<br />And feel disarmed and dispassionate!!</div>Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-57374574453182481342009-06-06T00:40:00.001-07:002009-06-29T08:27:02.516-07:00I too need you …<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjABLGjiNo6-pNc_DTrs3GdmsfkPnUhGok4qnHs-telO8JEOKEuG7RyUNRHR_ETmRCSt9fosyo8sHlDWPfznsECMgf_TF5hTBiIpWIsXPEY_mus1ECVl4NV57DH9-DjZ2mMQHMwpIq1iWg/s1600-h/i+too+need.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352771364790105170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjABLGjiNo6-pNc_DTrs3GdmsfkPnUhGok4qnHs-telO8JEOKEuG7RyUNRHR_ETmRCSt9fosyo8sHlDWPfznsECMgf_TF5hTBiIpWIsXPEY_mus1ECVl4NV57DH9-DjZ2mMQHMwpIq1iWg/s200/i+too+need.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>What happened to you dear?<br />To stroll away from me with fear!!<br />Can’t U see me standing near?<br />With love U always longed for ever!<br /><br />I feel rejected in the scene;<br />And felt that ardent quest in mind;<br />Why and how it happened so?<br />To leave me alone and alone!!!<br /><br />I wept at heart and woke at night;<br />And arbitrated more at mind ;<br />Even then I could not find;<br />A bit of ease to live with fate;<br /><br />I realize that fizzling pain;<br />The pain of being desolate!<br />And it ache me in and out!!<br />To dispel me from this present!<br /><br />My legs are feeble and fragile;<br />To think of even tread a while!<br />No calliper will make me stride!<br />Than your candid lovely smile!!<br /><br />I expect that glitter of love!<br />More in life to live my life!<br />So as always you know well!!<br />That, I too need U in this life!!!</div>Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-11841176662518441222009-06-06T00:39:00.001-07:002009-06-29T08:17:28.433-07:00Cheer up with your loving hearts!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjeF1JkI9vwnT_eZ9RQpZ6izNp4KwMc7Z16HAT-f-PR-s4hS9ZiKJB-lWT4DZ-W9xxr7iKEJJ30MPZmIq2HGUpHCrGspXzXdyV1FWRuKwkS0fTPL0dbYURibW2KR6Uf6e6ZW2W0ans3eU/s1600-h/cheer+up.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352768826784639810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjeF1JkI9vwnT_eZ9RQpZ6izNp4KwMc7Z16HAT-f-PR-s4hS9ZiKJB-lWT4DZ-W9xxr7iKEJJ30MPZmIq2HGUpHCrGspXzXdyV1FWRuKwkS0fTPL0dbYURibW2KR6Uf6e6ZW2W0ans3eU/s200/cheer+up.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I heard that weeping feeble tone<br />From your heart that sound me hard<br />As if from a broken heart<br />And haunt me still now in my heart<br /><br />Don’t worry my dear at all<br />In this matter of real care<br />No one could ever erase<br />The true love lay at your own heart<br /><br />Relationships are sure, difficult<br />To mount and maintain in the life<br />As they always chains up with<br />Those societal norms and rules<br /><br />Think it as it, in process<br />Towards the state of equilibrium<br />Well! it goes on and transform<br />To make it stable and optimal<br /><br />I am sure of that one thing<br />You won’t lose her not at all<br />As I know that you two have<br />Love that never apart at all<br /><br />Face it with a lovely heart<br />And cheer it with your lovely smile<br />Is that always what we can…<br />May be best and most suitable…</div>Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3336984428296594301.post-15755174976177453892009-06-06T00:37:00.000-07:002009-06-29T08:23:19.958-07:00Is n’t She, the real martyr!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ROcZFuuFW7lJ1wnICu9_EROmd_zVfRWh3AnDffMvV2GAZ_GUnke2ydXzwK8RDu1uiOu4sjbu2D-_z-vSzzi4FXNVAAJ-wEIRSx4Pg-Mzfca_xw51NtIbBc9rlObqNqcPKqKlg-TtHug/s1600-h/woemn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352770375125644994" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ROcZFuuFW7lJ1wnICu9_EROmd_zVfRWh3AnDffMvV2GAZ_GUnke2ydXzwK8RDu1uiOu4sjbu2D-_z-vSzzi4FXNVAAJ-wEIRSx4Pg-Mzfca_xw51NtIbBc9rlObqNqcPKqKlg-TtHug/s200/woemn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div>She looked defunct in her way<br />As if stood in, scaffold plane<br />She holds her one year lad in hand<br />With a sack of dismantled dreams<br /><br />She is the victim and the prey!<br />The helpless lady of martyr!<br />He is the successor and the sufferer<br />The poor kid of our martyr!<br /><br />She is sightless and mightless<br />To have a look at hosted flags<br />But leaders are intent intact<br />To express mourn in this peak time<br /><br />The hike time! The fire time!<br />The time of poor martyrs!<br />To be created to exploit!<br />And celebrate for their own great reign!<br /><br />She felt strange and ignorant<br />Of whom they pomp and bemoan<br />But she knew only that prime fact<br />He was life and world so far<br /><br />They go on inflated speech<br />To describe who was he to them.<br />She could only scorn at them<br />With her mettle temperament<br /><br />Alas! at sight of poor kid<br />Struggling for her bleeding teat;<br />She could not resist her;<br />And broke herself and flowed though eyes<br /><br />She is called with unlike names<br />As and when a martyr born<br />But she seemed have similar thoughts<br />And hopeless fates that dismay life<br /><br />Who had disfigured her life?<br />Is it me and you together?<br />Or those who had sliced her dear?<br />Or the need and greed of power?</div>Sandhya S.Nhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03681635635332394408noreply@blogger.com0