tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-323913782024-03-19T13:04:03.107+05:30I am .... I can.... I willSudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-90695788128692014712013-09-26T10:19:00.002+05:302013-09-26T10:19:52.048+05:30Dreams and Interpretations - A Sweet SlumberI came to know that we were neighbours
I was so angry and upset that you never told me of moving into my neighbourhood
I decided to walk into your house
The door was ajar and I easily managed to get through with less of a trouble
Following a low hum, I walked into your room
You were on your bed lying on your stomach
Listening to music with your ear plugs on
With your legs playfully up in the airSudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-64440145811563902013-07-31T22:18:00.001+05:302013-07-31T22:33:37.164+05:30White Noise So he says “Let’s talk man to man” to her……  
“ I have seen you so close that I dint hesitate to mutter my mind out. I saw every aspect of you that came along you as a person - the breezy laughter that I heard; the ambiguous answer that was uttered; the conscious attempt of ignoring of being spoken to, but still acknowledge it in your mind; the sudden Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-35082231659409423192013-03-17T17:54:00.001+05:302013-03-17T17:54:01.931+05:30And then I got married!!I sat by the comfort zone, just had to sail along what was coming my way. While I did expect this day to come in my life, dint expect it to come in such a dramatic note. It was as though I was pulled out of my bed and was made to sit for the ritual. With my boxers to cover my bare essentials, I was made to politely sit on a seating arrangement while my niece comes around and recites some shlokas Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-84623271041118619892013-01-02T23:01:00.000+05:302013-01-02T23:01:02.423+05:30Revolution is what we need We live in a world where we tag along with every revolt that is being done. Expressive as we may seem be, most often, we diverse our expressions via social network.
Platitude as it may sound, one intends to believe thus achieved, the contribution is done, it’s expressed, it’s uttered and our part is over.
Think of it, we live in a society, wherein a sister, friend, mother, relative, Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-32938836599417322202012-12-21T00:48:00.002+05:302012-12-21T00:48:31.696+05:30To an eternitySun’s setting, so my frail happiness,
Dint foresee, a new light coming by.
Leaves left the branch to fall on the pathway,
Every step left with a crushing choir.
Night came by, costing a sleep,
Wide awake, I saw yet another light.
Choir felt no different on the pathway,
Behold oh twisted mind, this was just another day.
Seeming so, my world came down,
Scathing absurdity, no meaning felt real.
Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-5862367881612800992012-12-21T00:40:00.001+05:302012-12-21T00:40:21.442+05:30Hopeless RomanticLove, it seems, speaks; have you listened to it,
It’s like the waves dance under the golden sun.
Listen to it, as much as you can hear,
They come sparingly to embrace you.
Don’t you shy away, oh don’t you, my sweetness,
It has travelled great distance from my heart.
With the time felt, feelings only get deeper,
With the time felt, the feelings only got deeper.
It’s not the golden sun, alone Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-31354967217098321042011-12-01T00:58:00.002+05:302012-09-06T21:50:44.969+05:30If Sanity Prevailed………..Smiles, heart talk, adventure, dreams and then back to reality. When the going gets tough the tough gets going.
It’s not a verbatim, but it’s a sane talk to the mind and heart together. When one realizes of what has incurred to their self, it is normalcy to expound upon what went wrong.
apacity to ones time, so less often than not, one ends up with a realization of true essence of the loss. Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-74859581849620075152011-03-30T23:57:00.002+05:302011-03-30T23:58:38.250+05:30Plastered LoveI wonder why one lasts with an everlasting smile, so glued on the face when they think about their loved one.Happiness with charming beauty, pleasantness with an adorable smile, craziness with unbelievable cuteness, numbness with the heartwarming sweetness, never ending care… and of all, an ability to stay put with a never fading smile… well now that is what I call as the symptoms of the most Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-81179769260017588842010-11-16T20:10:00.001+05:302010-11-16T20:11:38.670+05:30A moment stolen from the chaos.Nothing great Nothing lessJust a moment of breathing MY lifeJust a moment of living the joy withinJust a moment of reaching the far skyJust a moment of reviving the lost energyJust a moment of believing in what I can doJust a moment of getting lost and still smilingJust a moment of rejoicing nostalgic memoriesJust a moment of feeling every sense explicitlyJust a moment of being berserk and still Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-37645930804252675742009-12-30T23:13:00.002+05:302009-12-30T23:45:47.334+05:30Ode to SICKOOnce upon a time wise old man, as fictitious as he can be in my mind, did say; the society is judged by the way it treats the underprivileged and not necessarily by the count of high raised buildings and glamour it can carry off. Never did I imagine I’d confront the emotional variations of the so said above. Late afternoon, a day in Nairobi, I happened to watch this documentary by Michael Moore Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-70553008337620944432009-12-28T13:12:00.000+05:302009-12-28T13:16:57.066+05:30InorexiaAham who what I was,Aham who what I am, and Aham who what I will be.In the deepest dark inwardness of the self acclaim there lies underneath a surprising truth of destiny; for what you believe is what is to be seen of. From the essence of what is lived for, there is a transformation of reality; drawing its boundary from the realms of innermost fears to the outermost visibility. For now; it is Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-74491510078565943172009-08-15T21:20:00.000+05:302009-08-15T21:21:44.843+05:30Mute Defines DifferentlySometimes silence is the best way of telling YES and sometimes silence is the best way of telling NOOnly the questioning heart and the answering heart can understand.... For the rest of the world its MUTE Sensible QuoteSudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-80810831854738076332009-06-14T22:29:00.002+05:302009-06-14T22:31:29.833+05:30......Silence in settlement.One asks oneself, what is it that is pending to be settled?Ask your silence, it may answer what you crave for.But do ask sincerely, cos it responds to honesty:)Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-34635574523127849182009-06-02T22:56:00.004+05:302009-06-14T22:35:57.408+05:30pacing momentum“Down the river path way,“Down the river path way, I stand overhead a penetrating bliss. A mirrored image cropping the flowing serenity pinches the reality. Not again, but again I stand destitute to the same magnum. Here I am, playing the villain to a solemn serenity and ruptured claim, I stand here head on once again. Call it the kiss of the black widow, I breathe while I still die an unfolding Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-12060179945580587882009-03-04T22:54:00.003+05:302009-03-04T22:59:25.522+05:30rushPanting...phew...a rushcrazy one at it a rushpushing all asidea rushpulsing througha rusha rushcannot hold it back any morea rusha rushSudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-86592054929277572132009-02-08T21:35:00.001+05:302009-02-08T21:35:55.204+05:30Voila :)My BEST friends weddingSudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-76155937493156480702009-02-07T22:00:00.002+05:302009-02-07T22:04:51.172+05:30Remind me of this dayBoooooooom.......remind me of this day when i was felt to be more responsible.remind me o' mine,remind me cos i may not,remind me of everything,remind me of those i can, which i will, and surely i shall,remind me of this day when i did, what i can, more than u did expect,remind me o' mine,remind me cos i may not,remind me of everything.P.S: . .... ...i shall remind you so :)Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-7708634788701130112009-01-18T17:17:00.000+05:302009-01-18T17:18:45.190+05:30In Hibernation...... for the BIG pictureSudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-33557563897665206292008-06-15T21:33:00.004+05:302008-06-15T21:48:27.670+05:30Happy Father's DayAdvertisements flashed all over in the newspaper. Father’s day on the cards, celebrate in style - make it special for the one who held your hand and made you stand up in life. Surprise the person with this and that…..It didn’t connect to me for 2 simple reasons (which invariably is a space for new discussion).Firstly, I didn’t deal with father’s emotion throughout my childhood. My mother was one Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-32935391678320447992008-06-13T14:53:00.010+05:302008-06-15T19:01:19.176+05:30Puppy Love matured due course“Vande Mataram…..……………………..………………………………Vande Mataram”The song inspired in different ways to the hearts of the millions. For me it was another song talking of the nation. It was the song to be listened to every morning during the school prayers and it meant the same - every day, every year. Back in the school days it was more of compulsion that one is expected to listen to it with full attention. Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-61285476558942080622008-06-01T22:53:00.005+05:302008-06-01T22:59:14.825+05:30The look of the heatLooking at my own reflection on the mirror.... a cheap imitation of the mohawk from Taare Zameen Par.... (well thats what i have been called so while i had no means of relating to the mentioned look)..... i try gelling a new possible look....and then it happens ... i break down...break down with droplets of sweat from my forehead... and i remember ....the heat is on....the heat is on and off i goSudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-77453257509762735952008-05-03T22:26:00.002+05:302008-05-03T22:32:28.800+05:30Sleepless NightsShe came...And time and again…She did…We were looking out of the window…Together, at 3 in the morning…Clouds clearing their trail…Showcasing the beauty by itself…The silver moonlight…Lit the night to its best…She says she is in love with me…Cannot survive a day without visiting me...I am not too sure what my reaction to her presence should be…But I am still there with her, looking out into the Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-74988954374130003132008-01-30T21:29:00.000+05:302008-01-30T21:36:47.515+05:30Parallel Living - Counting yet another dayFeeling of being handicapped to move your mind to a different perspective is very hard. But like the veterans of the human race put it - time will heal all. Just that nobody knows how long the time will take to heal, if at all. For now, the mind is occupied with desires of evacuating ‘me’ from the lonesome walk, hand to hold on to the destiny, assuring one’s presence in the toughest tides. All inSudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-20128223091779151982008-01-30T20:58:00.000+05:302008-01-30T21:04:11.378+05:30love and its madnessLove is felt in every possible ways and lost in every other possible way -----Wise Old ManSudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32391378.post-23310191311861044652008-01-05T21:18:00.001+05:302008-01-05T21:24:28.545+05:30Tomboy - By YearsScene 1As she walked out of the bath room, just a towel adored her body. She called for her sisters to help her with the clothes and in return she found none in the vicinity. Confused and slightly agitated she started running around the house. Not a soul in the house. The door was left open and she saw few of her friends running across the streets towards the other side of the road. Instantly, Sudihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907873277101692934noreply@blogger.com8