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The bigger part of my heart still wants you to be with me. It still wants you to peep in my life and pop in my thoughts.

I miss the way I used to carve you on pages.

Like this speck of light, I want you to come to me once more.

My Words: I MISS YOU!!!

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When it Rains !

Not always at loggerheads we are, me and my pain. Sometimes we find peace in each others arms only.

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A scratch on my lens

" Once I bloomed, to be with you.

Today I am an elapsed reminiscence.

Day by day, I am fading away.

Into the oblivion

Far from you

Forever... Forever! "

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i clicked these pics quite some time back. would love to read your "take" on the pics.

thanks a lot for all your beautiful and interesting inferences on my previous poem.

A Nocturnal Revelation

It wasn’t a dark and stormy night but quite the opposite actually. This night seemed different from all other nights that this pair of eyes has ever seen. The clouds on the sky were a few in numbers, and were frolicking unabashedly with the moon. This spectacle was heightened with the rustling of leaves in a measured cadence, when the wind blew past gently. The murmur of the leaves was the only occasion that somehow betrayed the otherwise revelry of the night.

The silent playfulness of this night formed an unusual sighting- it seemed to be a fitting prelude for something ominous on the way. Something that could devastate the mysterious way of this night. Perhaps a storm is brewing somewhere nearby, which is about to spillover at this silent, mysterious night. Then the night, I fear would never be the same. Once the whirlwind that waits on the verge is unleashed, this night would be unlike any other night. So very different. So very more mysterious. And with the change in the spectacle, I fear a spectre could transpire.

I remained there stranded, waiting.

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Where are you tonight?

A small corner of my heart is feeling empty tonight. Nothing in this world can fill this void except some long heard distant voice of an unknown bird. A bird that I have never seen and will never see… but the songs it sang a long time back will forever ring in my heart and mind, and this void will keep on echoing them forever.

Oh! Lost bird! Can you listen to my heart-beats? For a change it is singing for you tonight. Here I dedicate one line from one of my favorite songs to you:

"Remember, I will still be here,

As long as you hold me, in your memory,

Remember me."

I want to sing it for you the whole night. Crossing the mountains my voice will reach you. I know you will listen to it from wherever you are.

But for a change I want to sleep tonight.

But oh! Sweet! Sleep! Where are you tonight?

For Anonymous ;)

I was wandering in this world like an ignorent soul,
Knew nothing about love and life as a whole.
Suddenly.. You came to my life
As quietly as possible
And you touched me...and changed me as quietly as possible.
For me you are not the wild storm
But the pleasant… soft wind
Full of fresh love and cares to the hilt...
You are the sea full of Love and maturity..
I am the free flowing river of emotions lacking maturity...
You are not the rose that can be found everywhere
But some wild rare flower..
That only few can get.
I am the deer... and you are the forest,
I am the bird...and you are the sky,
I am the rain... and you are the cloud,
I am the ray...but you are the sun,
I am the moon ...but you are the nite,
I am the fire....but you are the light,
I am the rock...and you are my strength.
You are the heart...but I am the beats,
You are the life...and I am the soul..
You are the one..who made me believe..
That I am beautiful and as special as a queen.
You are the one..who made me to feel
That my silly heart is also capable of loving.
Thanx for coming to my life as a friend.
Thanx for taking me to the wild wild rain.
Thanx for bringing my real self out.
Thanx for givin me the voice
To shout out loud..
Now I can see that the world is truely beautiful..
And I m as beautiful as the dew drops on the grass..
Now my life is not the same anymore..
Because now I know how to love freely..
Now my heart beats for love...and with love only..
And every beat of mine shouts that

I LOVE YOU ..and..YOU ONLY.....

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Wrote this silly poem atleast two years ago....so u must have found hell lot of childish elements in it. but still i love the poem so much :D ....cos that's what i am... a big time silly :P

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Wish you all a Very Happy Valentine's DAY. :)

The Silly ME!

Jodi and Aarthi tagged me to write 8 random facts about myself and Sameera has tagged me to write 7. Wat should I do.. ok I will write 9 random things about myself.

Tagging rules: 1. When tagged you must link to the person who tagged you. 2.Then post the rules before your list, and list eight random facts/habits about yourself. 3. At the end of the post, you must tag and link to eight other bloggers.

I was tagged by ,
JODI http://bloomingwriter.blogspot.com/
AARTHI http://mwamyself.blogspot.com/
SAMEERA http://desiduck.blogspot.com/

Hmmm..its quite difficult to select only 8/9 random things about me.

So here I go with 8/9 random facts about me very randomly.

1) I love my name. I was named Preetilata after the famous freedom fighter Preetilata Waddedar. She argued that many young people have already given their lives for the freedom of the motherland, now it was the time for the girls to embrace the same fate of honor.
I also share my birth month with her. To know more about Preetilata Waddadar, plz go to http://www.muktadhara.net/page22.html http://banglapedia.search.com.bd/HT/W_0001.htm

Preetilata waddadar

I share my b’day with Kaviguru Rabindra Nath Thakur. Each n every word will fail to describe him. He is such a legend. The greatest writer and artist ever born on this earth. The first Nobel Prize Winner of our country ( for his collections of immortal poems called GEETANJALI) and the author of our National Anthem. My day starts with listning to Rabindra sangeet and ends with reading his poems or short stories or novels.

To know more : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabindranath_Tagore

Rabindra Nath Thakur


I bow before both these above mention legends.
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2) When I was in 10th std. My computer teacher had proposed to me but I had a crush on my tuition teacher. Atlast I hv decided to marry Shaan (the famous bollywood singer) but alas he got married within next couple of months. :(

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3) Once I considered Hector of Homer’s Illiad my ideal match. (But now I know such people can only exist in books and there’s nothing called an ideal match. It is just a manupulation of our needs, desires and dreams.). Today also I am awed by him. I do have a soft corner for tragic characters like Hector of Illiad and Karan of Mahabharata and Charles Dicken’s David Copperfield.

Hector(Eric Bana) from the movie Troy

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4) I have dated:
In high school ------- Science
In college ----------- Arts
And now --------- Commerce

But at the end I have fallen in love with Poetry and Painting ( my childhood Sweethearts)
[HMMM..thus in a single sentence I can describe myself as "jack of all trades but master of none"]

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5) I am crazy about nature and colors and at the same time black n white also fascinates me a lot.
I cannot resist myself from picking up fallen leaves and flowers. I think Peepal Leaves are the most beautiful leaves and painting on them gives a new colorful dimension to my multidimensional life.

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6) As I don’t own a camera and not even a camera mobile phone so I am deprived of clicking picks. But still I guess I can be a good photographer if I have one. [so anybody out there planning to gift me a cam ?? ;) ]. Jokes apart I seriously do want a good cam. I wish I can buy one soon.

I took this photograph few months back from a frenz cam. How is it..?

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7) When I was in high school, a rumour was spread that this time there will be a snowfall in Delhi. As obvious everybody laughed at it and ignored it. But I actually believed in that silly rumour and waited for the snowfall very desperately and excitedly.
Ahem!…ahem!…. I know I am an idiot !!!
But till date my fingers are crossed and will be crossed till God knows what time.
Who knows when God will listen to me! If there can be a snowfall in Sahara Desert then why not in New Delhi!! May be one fine day….. :D
( I guess now u guys can imagine how much I love snow. I almost became half crazy and half lunatic when I was in Kashmeer last to last year)

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8) I do have a very bad habit of doodling and scribling everywhere. My notebooks are full of doodle drawings plus silly but cute scribbles. And every day my maa scolds me after discovering new doodles on my washed bed sheets and jeans. [When I was a kid the walls of my home were full of doodles and scribbles.] :P

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9) I love my eyes and through them I want to explore the beautiful world as much as possible. Even after my death I don’t want them to be closed. So I’hv decided to donate my eyes. No this is not a fake decision at all or not even to impress anybody but this is something I have decided to do honestly.

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Now as per rule i will tag,

Arpan

Ashu

Curryegg

Lena

Akansha

Firewhisky

Kaushiki

Madz

Compassion Unlimited

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Auto-biography of an unshed tear-drop !

Hi!..its me..!!..drop…an unshed tear-drop..!!!
Do you know me..???
Well ..no ..u don’t know me.
Oh..am so silly..
I'm just an unshed tear -drop...
So how are u gonna know me..!!!

From a long-long time..
I'm living in this big-black eyes of her.
I do want to fall down..
As my life is so short.
It's already time for me to die.
But am not able to do so.
Do you know why..???
Oh..again I forgot..
How would you know that?
(I told you na ...am an idiot!)
Hmm..ok let me tell you why..
(but please promise me..
That you wont disclose itr to anyone)
Actually you know..
In me she has kept all her memories alive.
She has got nothing except these memories.
And me the li’l tear-drop is her treasure box
To keep all her memories alive.

You know wat…
She is a real idiot.
(I no you don’t know..
But let me tell you why..)
Silly gal…!!! .no an idiot actually!
She relies on me..!!
have you ever seen a girl
who relies on a tear-drop..
to continue with her life..!!!

sometime I don’t even understand
whether she is a strong or a weak willed.
But still I belive..that she is strong..
very..very ..very strong.
AnD sometime I do feel that
Somehow she gathers the strength
By keeping me alive in her eyes.

I have really become very old now.
Now I get tired very easily.
But still I am going to live
In her eyes forever and ever.
As I myself can’t leave her alone
For a single moment.
In all these years we have spent together
We have become one soul.
So I have decided that
I am never gonna
Part with her.
After all she is my life..!!!
Or should I say
“ I am her’s… ”…!!!

~~~an unshed tear-drop~~~

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