ME-The Cutie :P

~Yams awarded me a ‘cute blogger’,

And tagged me to write why I am cute,

With my cute reasons, so here I go,

Also in the way, i tag some of you.~

1. Some close friends of mine call me Teddy.

2. I feel like kissing my cheeks. :P

3. Someday I want to beat a squirrel in 100 m race. ;)

4. I believe that there is an eighth color to the rainbow and that's where i belong to.

5. I fantasize my life somewhere over the rainbow with Tintin as my grand dad and Kuttush(Snowy) my best friend.

6. As a kid I once believed in the rumor that there would be snowfall in Delhi.

7. My handwriting as per others is not good but I find it to be beautiful :P

8. I want to adopt a baby girl one day. I have even decided her name.

9. I am the last one normally to leave the Cineplex and whenever I stumble upon a packet of popcorn lying on one of the seats, I pick it up and hand it over to one of the street urchins roaming outside. (what was a lavish waste for someone becomes possibly a 'one square meal of abundance' for some :)

10. Cutie pie yams awarded me with this "cute blogger award". It further proves that i am cute.

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Yamini dear, you are a sweetheart and by appreciating me you always inspire me to do better since the time you have entered my life. No, i wont say you "thank you" and i know that you know the reason for it. i really appreciate, respect and love you girl. you are a creative genius. :)

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Now i would love to pass on the award to: Lena, Sameera, Divya, Indr, Mithe, Anil, Akanksha, Muzer, Arnab, Meera :)

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Harmony

My soul is one widespread canvas

With shades and paeans of every color

Stories so different each color tells

Memories and mysteries each veils and unveils.

Entwined my life is with the strings of colors

Splashes of happiness they spur and spur.

Ensconced my soul is in the ocean of hues

My heart tranced, melts in the lap of muse.

Every word transpires to a lyric soulful

When the spirit soaked in color holds the tune.

Beams my life with radiance bright

When the seven colors blend into one pure White

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Tum Jeeyo Hazaroon Saal :)

My sweetest chookcha-jaanu-maanu-saalu

So much of love I have for you

More than the ocean and even more

More than the sea shells ever on the shore.

My golden haired fairy queen,

My angel in her gracious sheen

‘Beauty’ is YOU and so is your SOUL

Those hazel green eyes-reflect you pure.

My gift of life, a soul sweetest

A big bear hug and many kisses.

To my soul sister and life’s harness

Happy Birthday Lenu, God Bless!

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Tanka~

"On a starless night

River makes love with the moon 

A lotus blushes

Aura sprinkles all around

While the earth in silence sleeps."

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P.S: The Tanka is Haiku. It focuses on nature and season, but is a bit longer than the Haiku. Tanka poems are short, lyrical poetry. They date back to the 1300's most important form of Japanese poetry.

It consists of 5 lines for a total of 31 syllables. 

The syllables per line are according to the pattern

5 -7 -5 - 7 - 7. 

PPS: This is my very first attempt.

PPPS: I do not want to but i have to. :(  Yes, I am taking a break for few days from blogging. Will catch upon all your blogs as soon I am back. 

See you soon. Take Care friends.

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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