The beach

Bleh. I don't like this one :P

The beach is a place

where memories are made

where the old ones linger,

and recent ones, still new and fresh.

The feeling no one can forget

when you're standing in the sea

where waves gently crawl by

and splash against your feet.

The breeze is gentle,

with its caring and soft hands

caressing you

and you're eager for more.

It is this place where you find 

people from all around

in bikinis, in shorts,

in summers, to tan out.

You find lovers of every generation

walk around hand in hand

share very special moments

and make special memories.

Collecting shells,

making sand castles,

no one can forget

these childhood games.

When you're happy and cheerful

or when you're down in the dumps

It is here that you come

You trust it with your heart, soul and mind.

You share it with the ocean

and the sun and breeze,

and let your thoughts run and fly

like a bird wild and free.

The beach is a place

where memories are made

where the old ones linger,

and recent ones, still new and fresh.

:)

I didn't know what kind of a title I should give..so this one's probably the first.. without one. Here goes..

I lie on the bed,

close my eyes,

my mind is clouded,

thoughts popping up.

Amidst all, I see you

every time I close my eyes;

And suddenly 

I remember

Your eyes, shining bright

Your hair, gleaming in the sun

You smile...and

I swear

I just skipped a heartbeat.

I open my eyes

the blue ceiling above, I see.

You're no more

But you will always be

a memory, a remainder

of love, pure and bliss.

I love you,

I always will

And every time I miss you,

I lie on the bed,

close my eyes...and

I swear

I just skipped a heartbeat. :)

Reality.

This one..is rather personal. It was written when I wasn't exactly in a mood to, so it isn't my best piece. 

A thank you

for the wonderful day

and the so-called gift

on my birthday.

I turned fifteen,

worst bit of news you could give

that you were parting

and that you wanted "a life to live".

I could see my day

the one I was eagerly waiting for,

cashing and broken

and given away.

I was calm then,

I am calm still,

but if you could ever peek in

it's a hurt and chaotic hill.

Pretty soon I guess,

I got used to it,

Sleepless nights,

tantrums fit.

Then we moved..

and people asked

we made excuses

and kept the grade unmasked.

It's been a year,

since that day

yet I can't help

but dismay.

I did forgive you

'cause you tried your best,

to keep it alive

to keep it suppressed.

It isn't your fault,

that it fell apart

I tried too,

with an aching heart.

I wish you both could understand,

it's not about me,

it's not about us,

it's about we being a happy family.

What's done, is done

what's wished, is wished

you can't do anything but face

the lone reality that's buried. 

Review? I would really like one for this poem..

Some words...

When you stumble across sadness, failure,
Remember, it is happening because
Life realized that you needed a dose 
to get you off those faulty clouds
and that, you were running really high. 
Make it a point...to look at things 
in a different perspective, with a different thought.
All you need to do,
is to flip the coin..when and as you need it.
Sometimes, bad things happen 
to give way to the good things that come later.
You don't really have to experience everything
in one go, that'll just be meaningless, right?
If you believe..and create your world of make believe,
you have yourself to rely on.
Forever. 

-- Steven 'Steve' Jobs,
     Apple.

The guy next door

One boring evening, with nothing to deal with, I just wrote this poem. And it actually turned out to be better than I thought.

 

When you feel down in the dumps

And it looks like there's no way out

You look to your side, and you will find

I am always right here,

I am the guy next door.

A shoulder to lean on,

a caring hug to make you feel light

a kiss on your forehead 

to tell you it's alright.

Some one once told me,

'It's the darkest before dawn'

Some one also once told me

'A coin has two sides'

With bad comes the good 

With glad comes the brood.

And ever you feel, 

Too shy, too lonely..

And that you've got no one to talk to

Don't forget to look to your side,

'cause I am the guy next door,

right here always, just beside. 

My Dear Friend..

A very dear poem I'd made...for a very dear friend...when I shifted and left the place..

Hey there! Dear, dear friend..

even though our days are all about to end

I want this friendship to last

beyond the ocean, huge and vast.

In the days that are to come,

whatever the world,

how much ever numb..

Keep your efforts up and alive,

'cause its deeds and not the words

that matter in life!

Love you. :)

Race against time..

 

It is really rare to

find someone

who would say it

with courage and might

and without fear.

It is really weird

when you know what

you feel is wrong

yet, you really can't stop

feeling it.

It is just so irritating

when you know

you're doing something

you shouldn't be...

and you can't find a way

to stop doing it.

It is really hard

to forget it all

and in a second

shed all your sorrows

and be happy with the people

you know, don't deserve it.

It's heartening to see

how difficult it is

to carry on correspondence

when you know, 

you can't take it anymore. 

It is scary and sad to see

how your near and dear ones

turn out to be on the wrong path

and you can't help but stare 

and dismay and do 

absolutely nothing about it.

It's sad...really..

to see how often

I am at loss of words

to describe this life

as it is racing by

and I find myself 

up late behind

trying hard....

to just catch up.

Memories.. :)

Great memories..about a teacher who made our day..almost everyday.. :)

We thank you immensely today..

now that we will soon be leaving,

this may as well be your last birthday,

that we, as students, are celebrating..

We know that it's not that much

we are offering today,

But we hope you'll remember us

even when we are far away...

We will remember you always,

as a teacher, a friend and a guide,

who secured place in our hearts,

and turned us into soldiers and knights.

You have been a great teacher

and have surely made us aware,

about that world outside,

and to always love and care.

Heartiest wishes, 

for a lovely teacher..

-Grade 10th :)

A Quote -

FAME is a scentless flower, with a gaudy crown of gold..

But FRIENDSHIP is a breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.