tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87005435199816676112012-05-21T12:15:57.286-07:00PerspicereNishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18075131198458661706noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700543519981667611.post-48911652752367956952011-11-25T09:35:00.000-08:002011-11-25T09:35:09.896-08:002011-11-25T09:35:09.896-08:00JLT !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">There are times when my brain stops thinking and starts to fall,<br />
there are times when my heart starts beating fast and then stop beating at all,<br />
there are times when there is a relish of having a look at you,<br />
and then there is a opaque of your surrounding blue !<br />
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i don't know how to tackle the instant frontier of your presence,<br />
the panicking of moves for the fear of your sudden absence,<br />
there is a world around and it feels running away,<br />
but deep inside, the time should stop i pray...<br />
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its the time that pile up the memories and instances,<br />
the memories that i feel fresh and alive,<br />
and its the time again that is responsible for the distances,<br />
'cause the same look in your eyes fetches the sorrow and the smile...<br />
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I feel new each-time i start feeling about you,<br />
are you mysterious or just the shadow of how i am,<br />
i try to make you happy by maximum i can give,<br />
'cause i know people who make you feel same are few...<br />
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i know its a hard world for the simplicity we share,<br />
i know its the uncertainty that objects our dreams' stay,<br />
but it feels great when you say i am still there where we were,<br />
talking, fighting, delighting, explaining and smiling with nothing in our way. :-)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700543519981667611-4891165275236795695?l=nishant-nishantchoudhary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18075131198458661706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700543519981667611.post-36849050969043895782010-12-03T21:07:00.000-08:002011-04-02T23:39:47.744-07:002011-04-02T23:39:47.744-07:00Flashback !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Its just sometimes that i feel, a part of feeling is left behind,<br />
<div>the life intensifies its focus then mystifies its aura,</div><div>the same wheel lets me to the dynamism and then to the grind,</div><div>back and forth contriving the spiral trans-positional wind,</div><div><br />
</div><div>i meet people, beautiful people, amazing people, and the astounding bonds keeps forming,</div><div>i hope the bonds so formed be at peak for times to come,</div><div>but still distance is exhilarated with duration some,</div><div>and its just sometimes that i feel a part of feeling is left behind...</div><div><br />
</div><div>journey amidst the convolutions of such parity in relations,</div><div>fills the blood in soul with essence of emotions,</div><div>the time spent then encapsulates itself in the form of memories,</div><div>but for some reason i can't explain this all masquerades with passing time !</div><div><br />
</div><div>and its just sometimes that i feel a part of feeling is left behind,</div><div>but this is what i think is the nature of life,</div><div>we can't generate the same feeling and enable the rewind,</div><div>but we can always look back and simply smile.... :-)</div><div><br />
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</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700543519981667611-3684905096904389578?l=nishant-nishantchoudhary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18075131198458661706noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700543519981667611.post-48147759222412969832010-08-22T03:24:00.000-07:002010-09-03T06:03:15.218-07:002010-09-03T06:03:15.218-07:00MemorabiliaHave you ever looked into the eyes of your loved ones while meeting after long,<div>have you ever witnessed the freedom and enthusiasm of bird when released from incarceration,</div><div>or ever felt success assembled from the trails of failure song,</div><div>or ever sensed the profoundness in mothers heart seeing her baby born!?</div><div><br /></div><div>each time we come across such instances we smile with memories deep inside,</div><div>and the valley that divides glorious past and obscure present inherit-ably expands,</div><div>we look around for somebody who'll say i am standing by your side,</div><div>the somebody who ignites the engram and reverses the flow of moving sands.</div><div><br /></div><div>the beauty lies in reliving the memories that we live,</div><div>contouring hopes of reliving those moments builds spirit in you,</div><div>i am ready to face the sun, cross the ocean, or wait for a lifetime,</div><div>to have a glimpse of those mesmerizing moments just one more time.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700543519981667611-4814775922241296983?l=nishant-nishantchoudhary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18075131198458661706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700543519981667611.post-53362303224660828942010-04-23T22:39:00.000-07:002011-01-31T13:52:21.755-08:002011-01-31T13:52:21.755-08:00revelation of pursuing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfqP4uE6drc/TUcu930nItI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YwdqayiOEIM/s1600/nacreous_clouds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tfqP4uE6drc/TUcu930nItI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YwdqayiOEIM/s320/nacreous_clouds.jpg" width="320" /></a>i was born without knowing what is aim,</div><div>all asked me to get drenched in the rain,</div><div>and do the same,</div><div>showed the dreams attached with greeds of pleasure, gain and fame.</div><div><br />
</div><div>and i said </div><div>" bring it on,</div><div>test my inner being,</div><div>this is pursuit of my pursuing".</div><div><br />
</div><div>the roads full of imitators; following the precedence formulae,</div><div>and no mind of their own to lay,</div><div>ain't got time for the contemplation,</div><div>deeds compressed with the substandard modification.</div><div><br />
</div><div>and i said</div><div>"come on </div><div>test my inner being,</div><div>this is pursuit of my pursuing".</div><div><br />
</div><div>but now feding up with this subdued race,</div><div>wanna see the knowledge's real face,</div><div>freedom carries sacrifice,</div><div>but better than pursuing that could not suffice.</div><div><br />
</div><div>now this is it, i follow life my own way,</div><div>in which no juggling misconceptions can stay,</div><div>now no failure, no damn mockery can make me cry,</div><div>and no disgust can now choke my fly,</div><div><br />
</div><div>and now i say,</div><div>" come on </div><div>and you can test my inner being,</div><div>because this is time for the revealation of my pursuing."</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700543519981667611-5336230322466082894?l=nishant-nishantchoudhary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18075131198458661706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700543519981667611.post-7740682624340788692010-04-06T23:01:00.000-07:002010-09-11T00:29:03.949-07:002010-09-11T00:29:03.949-07:00Moving On.......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfqP4uE6drc/S7wgHm-48FI/AAAAAAAAACI/TkmQ62B8rj0/s1600/sunset-cruise-1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457272163561697362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfqP4uE6drc/S7wgHm-48FI/AAAAAAAAACI/TkmQ62B8rj0/s320/sunset-cruise-1.jpg" /></a><br /><div>here we go for the closet sanctity of life,</div><div>reflected back to live and divide the desires stereotype,</div><div>here we go for the search of deep trenches for the attainment,</div><div>induced back with the hindrances of detainment.</div><div><br /></div><div>and we move on </div><div>and we move on with, </div><div><br /></div><div>here we go for the thoughts and knowledge pure,</div><div>and get back the erections of ignore,</div><div>here we go for reaching and grabbing the feast, </div><div>and what we get is the least. </div><div><br /></div><div>and we move on with,</div><div>and we move on</div><div><br /></div><div>here we go for the placid developing surrounding, </div><div>and gear up for unleashing the zest,</div><div>then we realize the complications of bounding,</div><div>and the actions succumbs for trepidation of losing the rest.</div><div><br /></div><div>and we move on with,</div><div>and we move on</div><div><br /></div><div>and we know the time would come,</div><div>when we would be able to live and not just believe,</div><div>when we would stop saying move on,</div><div>and proceed with liberty self drawn.</div><div><br /></div><div>and then we think of moving away from this illegitimate tide,</div><div>wherein we could find the offshore bountiful sight,</div><div>where contentment crosses the new divide,</div><div>and we start living the conglomerate spreads of light.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700543519981667611-774068262434078869?l=nishant-nishantchoudhary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18075131198458661706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700543519981667611.post-53674055839114727682010-04-06T22:36:00.000-07:002010-09-19T12:14:29.846-07:002010-09-19T12:14:29.846-07:00Curious Childhood and Altered Maturity<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfqP4uE6drc/S7wbifaDfuI/AAAAAAAAABw/sxi6XAYo_eQ/s1600/Dreamtime.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 303px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457267127826480866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tfqP4uE6drc/S7wbifaDfuI/AAAAAAAAABw/sxi6XAYo_eQ/s320/Dreamtime.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I used to look up on the skies so deep,</div><div>drawing the designs of pencils,flowers and sheep,</div><div>solving the mystery of the shining star,</div><div>trying to fetch the objects created far.</div><div><br /></div><div>I used to run in the rainy waters,</div><div>dismantling the flow & turning it to shatters,</div><div>an attempt to hold the water in fingers,</div><div>and with time of attempts the hopes linger.</div><div><br /></div><div>I used to stare the paperkites in the sky,</div><div>declaring their regimes and their shares high,</div><div>a wish of getting flown with it like a freebird,</div><div>and the imaginations each time got turned into dreams surrendered.</div><div><br /></div><div>there were innumerous queries in my mind,</div><div>but the answers i could rarely find,</div><div>it was then the voidness of uncertainity and curiosity seemed to meet,</div><div>now i realize that it was all reflection of chilhood sweet.</div><div><br /></div><div>and now when the glory touches the feet,</div><div>and the answers are few which lay discrete, </div><div>the subnormal queries starts palliating,</div><div>i don't know why discontent is elevating.</div><div><br /></div><div>the world is an exponential agenda of unsolved problems,</div><div>as we move on, we find the real knowledge tremblems,</div><div>people running for something called "money".</div><div>not realizing essence of calling themselves as "social animals" is funny. </div><div><br /></div><div>the world of economic hitmen and their jackals,</div><div>resource is what for they let others fight battles,</div><div>utilizing research as a contraption of profits and commercializations,</div><div>and nobody's questioning about the damnification of civilizations.</div><div><br /></div><div>the greed did'nt ameliorate over centuries depleting,</div><div>previous ones were overcasted by capturing,</div><div>and now when the whole world is over with it,</div><div>the new question evolves of sustaining, </div><div><br /></div><div>i think, i was more mature when i was child,</div><div>as now i can't help except being part of this system fragile,</div><div>sometimes i really miss those curiosities undefined,</div><div>rather than being part of this paranoia superfined.</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700543519981667611-5367405583911472768?l=nishant-nishantchoudhary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18075131198458661706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700543519981667611.post-51881573175873451952010-04-05T05:09:00.000-07:002010-04-06T23:18:20.294-07:002010-04-06T23:18:20.294-07:00Coming Back To Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfqP4uE6drc/S7wdStusEeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TI9neXGeqe8/s1600/Curiosity+(1).jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tfqP4uE6drc/S7wdStusEeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TI9neXGeqe8/s320/Curiosity+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457269055816471010" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">The world around is paradigm of beliefs and convictions,</div><div style="text-align: left;">masquerading themselves in name of resrictions,</div>at each corner good and bad shifts,<br />i don't know why humans are divided over such useless rifts.<br /><br />is it not the endless brutality and agression ?<br />where someone wins over other's supression,<br /><br />wasting half of their lifes in books written pages,<br />learning from fools and from sages,<br />tying themselves with clutches of society,<br />limiting the scope of their living to least variety.<br /><br />i don't know how to dwell in this web of spiders?<span><span></span></span><br />where each one is sucking other's blood for sake of dividers,<br />the world has turned into arena of things so materialistic,<br />that the respect for human morals and relation is sarcastic.<br /><br />leaders bluffing the world with political aspects,<br />creating the atmosphere where brothers suspects,<br />immature misutilization of snatched powers,<br />bathing in the flowing blood's showers.<br /><br />and up on the skies the so called god cries,<br />saying,<br />" when these beasts running with swords and knives,<br /> would turn back into humans coming back to life ? " <br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700543519981667611-5188157317587345195?l=nishant-nishantchoudhary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18075131198458661706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700543519981667611.post-63723451743107836222009-09-11T22:10:00.000-07:002010-11-04T21:52:32.201-07:002010-11-04T21:52:32.201-07:00Times of clashing eyes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfqP4uE6drc/S7we1GxR0pI/AAAAAAAAACA/5bqN4kSZ-R0/s1600/eyes_slide_show.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tfqP4uE6drc/S7we1GxR0pI/AAAAAAAAACA/5bqN4kSZ-R0/s320/eyes_slide_show.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457270746165400210" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>It was a hazy time,</div><div>however hard i thought, i could not find,</div><div>the reason behind that unusual smile,</div><div>and i got more puzzled as clocks agile.</div><div><br /></div><div>some estimable looks on her eyes,</div><div>then some mystical ways of shies,</div><div>made my deeds filled with tries,</div><div>enabled my heart to overwhelm with joys.</div><div><br /></div><div>the amazing feeling of getting near,</div><div>brought an unnatural fear,</div><div>my talks and looks tried to impress,</div><div>but i did'nt know how to express.</div><div><br /></div><div>i was on cloud no. 9,</div><div>when i looked into the eyes that shine,</div><div>and she looked back to mine,</div><div>and it was like dream come true,</div><div>when our staring eyes got glue.</div><div><br /></div><div>oh god ! as i always knew,</div><div>good times just flew,</div><div>as the people pass by,</div><div>i was on the edge where the two moments get tie,</div><div><br /></div><div>as she was heading towards the crowd unknown,</div><div>i tried to let my feelings be shown,</div><div>but i did'nt get time to fly or cry,</div><div>i just had to adieu with a simple bye.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700543519981667611-6372345174310783622?l=nishant-nishantchoudhary.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nishanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18075131198458661706noreply@blogger.com0