Did i ever say...........

Did i ever tell you what you mean to me
you mean everything,you mean the world to me

Did i ever tell you that I dont think of you
but you are the only one running on my mind

Did i ever tell you that I dont care about you
but now I dont know how much more can I care

Did i ever tell you that I dont need you
but you are the only one I rely on

Did i ever tell you that it doesnt matter
but I long for the smile on your face

Dd i ever say that you dont bother me
but its the most painful when you hurt me

Did i ever say that I need no hug
but I find peace in your arms

Did i ever say that I dont love you
but I dont know how much more can I love you

You are everything I want.........................................

Kashmir..the unforgotten land!!!!!!!!!

Kashmir.............!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not many of us will want to discuss this topic especially those hippie youngsters for whom the world is all about fun,excitement ,independence and many more things that is everything except for Politics.Although I personally donot hold any a very authoritician view about the same but still I tend to get involved if its a discussion about Kashmir.'Kashmir' aptly named the paradise on earth,a piece of land that stands unique for his charismatic natural beauty.I myself have never been there but I happened to interact with a Kashmiri Muslim.The discussion started as to how it feels to be staying in a place which is severly affected by a disease named "Terrorism".The answer that I got for this question stunned me and it instigated me to write this blog.Not many people feel that Kashmir is affected by terrorism ,they think its affeted by a militancy rule.They hardly care who wins the fight over this piece of land,they hardly trust either of the two government,what matters to them is purely 'azadi'.Then why cant we think over this and give them what they want...why not let them live in peace??Is India doing this to safeguard its own interest in terms of tourism revenue or is Pak doing this is encourage infiltration.Either of the two countries have their own vested interests in this.What also makes me think is weather terrorism does exist or its a term used to overshadow selfish political intersets and the game of money....I mean why will young boys and girls will want to sacrifice their life in name of 'jehad' and attain sanity ...also are these people used by some high handed men to gain interest and power.Dos this bloodshed really happens for Kashmir's independence or is this some kind of a preplanned well executed plot???These young inviduals are hypnotised....yes hypnotism is the word....and provoked to lay their lives...and then they attain some kind of "jannat"....This Kashmiri guy was so untouched.....a mental state of mind he had attained after seeing his own relatives and friends falling prey to this high eneded drama of "terrorism"......he felt its all a well crafted plan in which the common man suffers and fall prey to all these species of army,Terrorists,naxalities etc etc..............He left his family there and is settled in a foreign land to earn a life of peace and respect.Kashmir remains the most saddest picture in the history of independence...

Gone with the wind!!!!!!!!!

He looked into my eyes
the way he never did
He holded me....it hurt
the way he never did
He pulled me close to his chest
the way he never did

I feel so scared
to look in his eyes
He looks so strange to me
i want to go back

I scream ,i yell
I push him back
he turns around to hold me back
the way he never did
i feel the pain and i shrink
tears rolling on my cheeks
he turns back and goes away
the way he never did

I wait at the door
for him to come back
He goes never to return
the way he never did

I am broken,down on the floor
i recollect my strength and get up
look at the door one last time
he never came back..the way he always said!!!!!!!!!

someone asked me to read this...n i liked it too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

http://www.geeta-kavita.com/article.asp?article=agnipath

hey i liked this one tooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)

Yeh hawa ka rukh, yeh thehra sama
Bheed mein gumsum, main kahi tanha
Aaj yeh din kuch alag sa hai

Meelon ke faasle, dilon ki yeh dhadkan
Pyar mein tere mera yeh ladakpan
Aaj yeh rishta kuch alag sa hai

Patjhad ke thapedo ko sehn na jab kar paye
Karte hai aaj woh intezaar saawan ka nazre bichaye
Aaj yeh mausam kuch alag sa hai

Kayamat ki chah mein har pal ansoo bahana
Tera woh chal padna aur mera thehar jaana
Aaj yeh manzar kuch alag sa hai

the zest to live!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was a long and tiring day at office.I just wanted to pack my bags and go home.I was happy that the day had ended.I was hoping that a hot water bath will relieve me of some tireness and the warm comfort of my bed will relax my senses completely.But all this hallucinations were cut short by a eardeafening sound.My heart almost skipped a beat!!!!
I looked around to see something that i wished i never had.I overheard some saying a young boy mostly in this mid twenties has met with an accident.Its a common sight in a busy city like Mumbai.This hustle-bustle has become a part of everyday routine.Honestly people sympathise with the victim and forget about it the next moment.So for me too it didnot make much difference.
The loss was done,there was no point crying over it now.One of my friend is of the opinion that after the damage is done one should not go in for damage control,it serves no purpose.(I am highly motivated to think like him!!!)But i cant...so i thought i will surely go and see that guy once.
I was devastated.Oh Christ!!!it was arihant...my college senior,the one who was a complete bike enthusiast.He literally walked and talked bikes.Everyone in college were well aware of his passion for bikes (and girls too!!!)
He was still lying on the road,bleeding profusely.He looked up high at me.He recognised me,he managed to smile through those teary eyes.Everything is fine, he said. I'm doing all right. I'm doing nicely. I know my way home. I'll be there in half an hour.I will pick up my bike,knock at the door and I shall say, help me out. I shall make my voice sound ordinary and natural and none of them will take any notice.I will wipe off the blood. Then I shall say, someone help me to get in.I can't do it alone because I've lost one of my legs. They'll all laugh and think that I'm joking, and I shall say, all right, come and have a look.Then koshy will open the door.He'll probably be sick because of all the blood and the mess. I shall laugh and say, for God's sake, help me out.
He glanced down again at his right leg. There was not much of it left but a great mess and a lot of blood.The sight of blood makes me feel nauseaous.I gave my hand in an effort to pull him out of the mess.He looked down at it ,he felt as though he was seeing something that did belong to him. It had nothing to do with him. It was just a mess which happened to be there on the road,something strange and unusual and rather interesting. It was like finding a dead cat on the sofa.
He really felt fine, and because he still felt fine, he felt excited and unafraid.




its incomplete though.........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

check this link....i liked this one in particular

http://www.anubhuti-hindi.org/sankalan/premgeet/aadarshprem.htm