Thursday, August 18, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
I'll be thinking of You.... !
I'll be thinking of you when the clouds take a turn,
I'll be thinking of you when the dress fits the curve,
I'll be thinking of you when the pancakes fluff,
I'll be thinking of you when the song is on loop,
I'll be thinking of you when the heart is a little lost,
I'll be thinking of you when the mind discovers a plan,
I'll be thinking of you when the steps meet the dance,
I'll be thinking of you when the words form poetry,
I'm thinking of you...
- swapna
Friday, April 8, 2011
That April of 2011 !
Victory march
Or a march of victory
I saw a season that changed in April
Victory became April
April became victorious
That April when the heroes cried
That April when the heroes brought glory
That April when the night was brighter than the day
That April when you & I danced on streets
That April when strangers became friends
That April is the best in all my Aprils
That April when celebrations found a new name
That April when we moved beyond our festivals
That April when we crossed our boundaries
That April when we lost our ego
That April when we lost our voice
That April when the dream became us & we became reality
That April is the best in all my birthdays.
That April is a dance of victory
That April is a romance of victory
To that April I shall always be in love.
That April is the best gift in all my birthdays
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Girl Who Never Cried !
There was a little girl in a little
known town who never cried
Everyone wondered why she never cried
The news of the young girl who never
cried spread far & wide
There came many a well known doctors and
philosophers who examined her keenly but none could come up with a theory
The girl however wondered why was it so
important to cry?
She secretly felt people envied her
Nothing to lose nothing to gain Life is
a happy ride she sang
People ridiculed her,
Exclaimed she was under a spell
Or was she cursed at birth?
Someone in the little known town also
suggested she be stoned to get the demons out of her soul
Years went by and old people grew older,
some dead some on the threshold
And the little girl who never cried was
not so little anymore she grew into a charming young woman
But still she hears whispers of people
discussing how she has never cried
She wonders though will she ever.
Then that day when the winds blew a
little more wildly than normal
Came a handsome young man in
the little known town
Girls gasped, the boys were curious
This handsome young man was a
storyteller
He told stories of places and people far
and wide
Men and women of this little known town
spoke at length on the merits of the young man
The young man won hearts, also melted a
few
One day the girl who never cried and the
storyteller were passing by a little field
The young man saw the girl and asked
those accompanying him "is that the same girl who has never cried?"
The young man ran towards the girl
pushed her onto the field hurting her foot,
She shouted with pain and angrily looked
at the young man,
"You didn't cry" said the
young man.
"Why did you push me?" said
the girl who never cried
"I was curious." said the
young man
"You've hurt me bad."
"Stay away you rude, rude man"
warned the girl who never cried, the young man stood ashamed.
The young man, the storyteller spent his
days and evenings secretly watching her
On few occassions he even gathered
courage to apologise
But the girl just ran at the sight of
him
Everyday without fail he went to all the
places he would find her.
She ignored but expected him to be there
As days went by and the storyteller grew
more and more restless
More and more wanting to be forgiven
More and more determined to his heart's
desire
One day he waited near the store where
the girl came everyday to sell her produce
He stopped her on the way,
Held her hand.
She resisted,
He then grabbed her
Lifted her up
And ran towards the same field,
She shouted, punched him
Once there he begged her to forgive him.
On seeing the look in his eyes, she said
"I forgave long back".
He then rushed her into his arms and
kissed her lips.
And love blossomed.
The young man, the storyteller and the
girl who never cried were the envy of the little known town.
The storyteller still heard whispers of
how the girl of his dreams had never cried.
Secretly deep in his heart he wished,
she never does.
And then came the day when the
storyteller had to leave
Leave, in search of another story
Days and months passed
The girl who never cried lost her smile
She waited and waited and waited
As the hopes grew dimmer, her heart grew
weaker
And then one day she ran to the same
field
Weak in her body she fell
And then she cried, loud cries that
would break the most hardest of hearts
She cried and cried.
People of the little known town have
been heard saying, "perhaps she was just another story in the young
storyteller's kitty. But he gave the young girl a reason to cry."
The little known town now tells the tale
of a young woman who never cried until she fell in love....
- swapna
- swapna
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
You !
I saw you in a dream or you
felt like one?
I wished you in my arms or you
were in my arms?
I spoke to you all-night in my
head or were you there?
I danced and wished you were watching, would you?
I cried in my silence and
wished you notice, did you?
I miss and wonder if you do, do
you?
- swapna
P.S : My very first attempt at
poetry.
Friday, October 1, 2010
A Longstanding Desire, A Super Bike, A Fantasy !
So much has been written on Harley-Davidson aka HD or Harley that anything you pen you'll only end up repeating. Nonetheless the connection I feel with it needs be worded.

May be its the bewitching sound or the mystique, aura that is characteristic of HD.
Harley-Davidson motorcycles have a distinctive design and exhaust note. They are especially noted for the tradition of heavy customization that gave rise to the chopper-style of motorcycle. The company sells heavyweight (over 750 cc) motorcycles which are designed mostly for cruising on the highway.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Marriage
as important to marriage
as conversation is ?
Isn't a spiritual journey
more rewarding than
a trip to Goa ?
Isn't soul searching
infinitely more rewarding
than endless mall hopping ?
Aren't spiritual goals
more valuable than
a fatter bank balance ?
Isn't nourishing the mind
a far richer prospect than
sampling the latest
restaurant ?

Isn't marriage
just a little less complete
if not shared
with a soulmate ?
(Taken from THE TIMES OF INDIA )
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