Whilst her heart could beat for my life
Quaint love would drench me, it's an early freak
Without her, sometimes with her, it’s been strife
To land no where but end up with creak
Although arose there her lust to relinquish
Rather in deed derived to be deprived
Smelled she even asleep, and had to languish
Stories of her life not to get her depraved
Why did I have her to seek my fortune?
Her love haunt my solitude and keep me restrained
Inside me, hasn't she grown beyond her notion?
By her love, bewildered, bothered, and blazed
Had I ever been to her for me never for her
Her self wasn't there for her, but I seek her ever
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
You’re back in my life!
FB: Hey Aravind, what’s that for which the whole world goes mad?
Me: Wait, I know, yeah, it’s FIFA?
FB: Ok, Good, now tell me, what’s that for which Aravind goes mad?
Me: Common dear, it’s nothing but FOOT BALL!
FB: Great! Wish you All the Best for your Conti Cup.
Me: Oh, dear you know that already!
You know, today I started a new chapter in my life. After 9 years again I started playing football. This time I’m playing for Conti Cup 2009/10. Thanks to Continental (Official Sponsor of 2010 FIFA World Cup, SA). I always aim high and it’s gonna hurt me lot, if we don’t even win the first match. I know, software engineers play quite well inside the meeting rooms but on playgrounds, let’s see.
Today, I felt like I got back one of the precious thing in my life, which I had lost. To celebrate this, remembering one of my favorite inspirational tracks: Ricky Martin’s La Copa De La Vida (the Cup of Life), I dedicate this Sonnet to you!
I dream of world, everyone holding you in their hand
It’s a different life; they’ve zeal, and know the purpose
When they start, never they look back, never they stand
Rushing against wind, sweating under sun, never to lose
Know they nothing but you, march they on and on for glory
Play they beyond their horizon, to reign their world
While crossing oceans, climbing mountains, never they worry
With no ruin of rule, their mind plays tactics unprecedented
Mysteries of world get fogged by their strategies for a survival
Sometimes motivated, sometimes demotivated, but firmly destined
every ticking moment, kicking and kicking, it's like a carnival
Here they move and move where had they never moved
Can they push you there where you get a freedom
and they hug the victory? I shall do it being out of dream!
Me: Wait, I know, yeah, it’s FIFA?
FB: Ok, Good, now tell me, what’s that for which Aravind goes mad?
Me: Common dear, it’s nothing but FOOT BALL!
FB: Great! Wish you All the Best for your Conti Cup.
Me: Oh, dear you know that already!
You know, today I started a new chapter in my life. After 9 years again I started playing football. This time I’m playing for Conti Cup 2009/10. Thanks to Continental (Official Sponsor of 2010 FIFA World Cup, SA). I always aim high and it’s gonna hurt me lot, if we don’t even win the first match. I know, software engineers play quite well inside the meeting rooms but on playgrounds, let’s see.
Today, I felt like I got back one of the precious thing in my life, which I had lost. To celebrate this, remembering one of my favorite inspirational tracks: Ricky Martin’s La Copa De La Vida (the Cup of Life), I dedicate this Sonnet to you!
I dream of world, everyone holding you in their hand
It’s a different life; they’ve zeal, and know the purpose
When they start, never they look back, never they stand
Rushing against wind, sweating under sun, never to lose
Know they nothing but you, march they on and on for glory
Play they beyond their horizon, to reign their world
While crossing oceans, climbing mountains, never they worry
With no ruin of rule, their mind plays tactics unprecedented
Mysteries of world get fogged by their strategies for a survival
Sometimes motivated, sometimes demotivated, but firmly destined
every ticking moment, kicking and kicking, it's like a carnival
Here they move and move where had they never moved
Can they push you there where you get a freedom
and they hug the victory? I shall do it being out of dream!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
A thought on life
I had days; no one were on my ways
Never had I wanted to win the world
Never had I wanted to win the heart
Ordinary life wasn’t a fanatical race
I eyed her for her touching smile
Never had I wanted to win for her
Never had I wanted to win her for-
a special life, not even for a while
I heard her worldly words for my life
Never she departed my unworldly world
Never she disfavored an elusive thought
Must she be my thought, or my life?
I had trusted her and still I trust for:
giving me the love knowing my need,
healing my life in an unselfish deed
Unbeaten she gave up me nor her
Never had I wanted to win the world
Never had I wanted to win the heart
Ordinary life wasn’t a fanatical race
I eyed her for her touching smile
Never had I wanted to win for her
Never had I wanted to win her for-
a special life, not even for a while
I heard her worldly words for my life
Never she departed my unworldly world
Never she disfavored an elusive thought
Must she be my thought, or my life?
I had trusted her and still I trust for:
giving me the love knowing my need,
healing my life in an unselfish deed
Unbeaten she gave up me nor her
Friday, March 06, 2009
Her forgiven sinner
Love drips from her red eyes beholden to him
Inside the deserted cave, with no rave prayer
When circumstantial time moulds a willful whim
He bolts beyond the bounds, her forgiven sinner
Though her untold words whisk the clamor
Her burning breath smell, sound and surround
Wrath builds never behind her pacific behaviour
Rotten wounds ever marked her on the ground
Whole thought has her life, but the words broken
Still trees there make a sigh knowing no ways
Blushing flowers bring accolades to his life given
His heart closed her never, he still has her stays
Pure mind jerks for others' trust, roots within the trusty
Awaken he, can hold her hand ever or seek to be free!
Inside the deserted cave, with no rave prayer
When circumstantial time moulds a willful whim
He bolts beyond the bounds, her forgiven sinner
Though her untold words whisk the clamor
Her burning breath smell, sound and surround
Wrath builds never behind her pacific behaviour
Rotten wounds ever marked her on the ground
Whole thought has her life, but the words broken
Still trees there make a sigh knowing no ways
Blushing flowers bring accolades to his life given
His heart closed her never, he still has her stays
Pure mind jerks for others' trust, roots within the trusty
Awaken he, can hold her hand ever or seek to be free!
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