The opportunity:
its there when u can not see
its not there when u can see
this is its sheer nature which u can not percieve
such is the demeanour of opportunity
it comes and goes, dares you to hold
the hide and seek continues untill you grow old
hang on to it; it beckons you to be bold
'cos the perseverance will lead you strike gold!
Victory makes us feel there is luck in our cart
and we call it a serendipity
but look back and go to the start
everything began with an opportunity
searching an opportunity is like searching an offset
which cannot be found by any means or mindset
from where it comes is absolutely clandestine
pondering over it is neither your business nor mine
The manager of this business sits atop
he holds a beam-balance to weigh this crop
to distribute it optimally is his job
Now its left to you to take it or drop!!!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Out of the Blue
..this i wrote to get someone out of the blue!
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If you feel like someone which is really not you
hope this small piece will take you out of the blue. :)
life is an unending riddle,
which will always demand more.
at times it makes you feel as if,
you are standing alone on the shore.
this is the time when,
you may long for some one to succour.
to hold your hand and,
take you away from the Shore
dont let the clamorous tides,
take away your glowing enamour.
walk out of it to show that
you can face the furore.
think of good times ahead which
will take you away from everything you abhor
and those joyous feelings
will give you happiness galore!!
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If you feel like someone which is really not you
hope this small piece will take you out of the blue. :)
life is an unending riddle,
which will always demand more.
at times it makes you feel as if,
you are standing alone on the shore.
this is the time when,
you may long for some one to succour.
to hold your hand and,
take you away from the Shore
dont let the clamorous tides,
take away your glowing enamour.
walk out of it to show that
you can face the furore.
think of good times ahead which
will take you away from everything you abhor
and those joyous feelings
will give you happiness galore!!
Sunday, October 4, 2009
In a Nutshell
..this is all about dreams! what we dream at different stages of our life, from childhood till the day we die!!
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in a nutshell
beyond the horizon beneath the deep sea,
lies the world which we cannot see.
where, no one can reach not even the light's beam;
in a nutshell, we call it a dream.
fairies and goblins used to dominate the scene,
then came distinctions, caramel and ice-creams.
grandma's ghosts exploited mellowness with midnight screams;
in a nutshell, adolescence was altogether a different realm.
senesce trounced the vernal tenure,
and our dreams became passably mature.
career and relationships made them little sour;
in a nutshell, the life ahead opened the door.
then came the age of influence and fear;
from the corridor of peace rose the mighty terror!
politics and concerns pushed cherubic images to the rear;
in a nutshell, life was moving in fourth gear!
from fourth to fifth it has to come to a bay,
bygone seraphic memories will flashback on the way.
those final moments will wish for a back gear in our tray;
in a nutshell, the life's engine has to stop some day.
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in a nutshell
beyond the horizon beneath the deep sea,
lies the world which we cannot see.
where, no one can reach not even the light's beam;
in a nutshell, we call it a dream.
fairies and goblins used to dominate the scene,
then came distinctions, caramel and ice-creams.
grandma's ghosts exploited mellowness with midnight screams;
in a nutshell, adolescence was altogether a different realm.
senesce trounced the vernal tenure,
and our dreams became passably mature.
career and relationships made them little sour;
in a nutshell, the life ahead opened the door.
then came the age of influence and fear;
from the corridor of peace rose the mighty terror!
politics and concerns pushed cherubic images to the rear;
in a nutshell, life was moving in fourth gear!
from fourth to fifth it has to come to a bay,
bygone seraphic memories will flashback on the way.
those final moments will wish for a back gear in our tray;
in a nutshell, the life's engine has to stop some day.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
She was gone!
she was gone!
i saw her the first time, standing in shade
tired, droopy with drops of sweat on her forehead
the blazing sun, the shadowing tree, the pollen air and the traffic's roar
were still inept to veil her hidden allure.
standing away i could only admire her astounding grace
wondering if we ever get to meet face to face
the bus came, she boarded and went like an evanescence
i ran to the place she stood, to smell her fading fragrance
days went by and so the pictures of that noon
when suddenly i saw that gracious beauty standing outside a saloon
seeing her talking to an acquaintaince, made my heart skip a beat
the hope to get an introduction raised with every trounce of my feet
i said 'hi', the friend smiled but she gave a vacant look
i said 'hello' again and her grimace was:'are you a crook'?
nevertheless, we settled for a coffee and there it all began
dropping her off on my bike and a promise to meet again
text messages, phonecalls and forward emails began to flow
i started realizing that our relationship has begun to grow
one fine day i asked her, 'do you believe in love at first sight?'
she hushed, blushed, sighed and said 'I might'!
her words sounded that our hearts have begun a rendezeavous
and sooner 'I might' may become 'i do'!
Romantic melodies in the background gave an unerring indication
what tomorrow will bring, i was contemplating in sheer anticipation
one song after another and my feet were not on the ground
just me and her and hearts all around
in a spur of a moment the tune of the song changed
from slow rock to metal thong and my head began to shake
all the audio and video stoppped and i got a kick on my guts
as a bonus came a holler,'get up you idiot'!!
the reality dawned upon me and i realized where i am
the same apartment room, the same cot and the clock struck 9 AM.
i cursed God, why do you make us dream with closed eyes
missing that beautiful face, with heavy heart i settled for egg fries.
leaving for work, i kicked my bike and took the race
upon reaching the bus stop i saw the same benevolent face
the pollen air, the blazing sun, the drooping shoulders and the sweat drops
she signalled to me and i felt the same heart drop
giving me a gesture she told that my headlights were on
i acknowledged, switched'em off and looked back, but she was gone!
i saw her the first time, standing in shade
tired, droopy with drops of sweat on her forehead
the blazing sun, the shadowing tree, the pollen air and the traffic's roar
were still inept to veil her hidden allure.
standing away i could only admire her astounding grace
wondering if we ever get to meet face to face
the bus came, she boarded and went like an evanescence
i ran to the place she stood, to smell her fading fragrance
days went by and so the pictures of that noon
when suddenly i saw that gracious beauty standing outside a saloon
seeing her talking to an acquaintaince, made my heart skip a beat
the hope to get an introduction raised with every trounce of my feet
i said 'hi', the friend smiled but she gave a vacant look
i said 'hello' again and her grimace was:'are you a crook'?
nevertheless, we settled for a coffee and there it all began
dropping her off on my bike and a promise to meet again
text messages, phonecalls and forward emails began to flow
i started realizing that our relationship has begun to grow
one fine day i asked her, 'do you believe in love at first sight?'
she hushed, blushed, sighed and said 'I might'!
her words sounded that our hearts have begun a rendezeavous
and sooner 'I might' may become 'i do'!
Romantic melodies in the background gave an unerring indication
what tomorrow will bring, i was contemplating in sheer anticipation
one song after another and my feet were not on the ground
just me and her and hearts all around
in a spur of a moment the tune of the song changed
from slow rock to metal thong and my head began to shake
all the audio and video stoppped and i got a kick on my guts
as a bonus came a holler,'get up you idiot'!!
the reality dawned upon me and i realized where i am
the same apartment room, the same cot and the clock struck 9 AM.
i cursed God, why do you make us dream with closed eyes
missing that beautiful face, with heavy heart i settled for egg fries.
leaving for work, i kicked my bike and took the race
upon reaching the bus stop i saw the same benevolent face
the pollen air, the blazing sun, the drooping shoulders and the sweat drops
she signalled to me and i felt the same heart drop
giving me a gesture she told that my headlights were on
i acknowledged, switched'em off and looked back, but she was gone!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
just another day
in the middle of the day, down in my seat,
in a mode of pretention under the performance heat,
reminscing my past life when i was happy and gay,
but at present for me, its just another day!
i think of days and i think of nights
which were spent in excruciating delight
those memories come in shades of grey
but today for me, its just another day!
never went a day without a contradiction,
but who cared, not once we had any impending apprehension.
now thinking of ahead, puts me into fray,
but still today, ah, its just another day!
what future will bring no one can comprehend
but i can shape it, yes, i have that bend
there are miles to go, before i find my way,
nevertheless, the friday today, is just another day!
its just another day, when i think about the future
wondering how much to travel before i hit my trove-treasure
there will be a moment when, with head held high , i will say
no its not just another day, this is the day!!
in a mode of pretention under the performance heat,
reminscing my past life when i was happy and gay,
but at present for me, its just another day!
i think of days and i think of nights
which were spent in excruciating delight
those memories come in shades of grey
but today for me, its just another day!
never went a day without a contradiction,
but who cared, not once we had any impending apprehension.
now thinking of ahead, puts me into fray,
but still today, ah, its just another day!
what future will bring no one can comprehend
but i can shape it, yes, i have that bend
there are miles to go, before i find my way,
nevertheless, the friday today, is just another day!
its just another day, when i think about the future
wondering how much to travel before i hit my trove-treasure
there will be a moment when, with head held high , i will say
no its not just another day, this is the day!!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
How did It Start
when i was looking for some one to succour
to hold my hand and take me out of the door
thought of something which will take me away from everything i abhor
and writing each gave me a happiness galore...
- Jayant
to hold my hand and take me out of the door
thought of something which will take me away from everything i abhor
and writing each gave me a happiness galore...
- Jayant
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Namaste
Hi Guys..
I Love reading and writing. Poetry, I feel, is the best way to express one's emotions. This is one thing which gives me immense pleasure and feeling of fulfillment. Our mind is an ocean of thoughts, thoughts of all kinds, flavours and colours and we can compartmentalize these feelings by putting them in a prose, so that , years later when we look back, each will be a reminiscence of the bygone days. This will remind us of the varied feelings we went through at different stages of life.
I started writing long back but never thought of publishing it. But now I am starting one.. Its never too late !! :-)
Please read my creations and give feedback..
Best Regards!!
I Love reading and writing. Poetry, I feel, is the best way to express one's emotions. This is one thing which gives me immense pleasure and feeling of fulfillment. Our mind is an ocean of thoughts, thoughts of all kinds, flavours and colours and we can compartmentalize these feelings by putting them in a prose, so that , years later when we look back, each will be a reminiscence of the bygone days. This will remind us of the varied feelings we went through at different stages of life.
I started writing long back but never thought of publishing it. But now I am starting one.. Its never too late !! :-)
Please read my creations and give feedback..
Best Regards!!
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