A deprived child drudging for morsels vows on approval of 'Right to Education'
एक ही तो है यह दुनिया, एक से ही लोग दुनिया में
यही सोचता आया, जबसे लिया जन्म इस जहां में
पर बट रखे हैं यह लोग, सरहदें हैं इस जहां पे
बंध रखा हूँ संग मज़बूरी, आज़ादी है कहाँ पे
यह जो कलम सालों बाद, मेरे हाथों में है आई
मैं कहलाऊंगा अब साक्षर, यह कसम अब है खाई...
जब दिन थे मेरे दूध के, मैं अश्रू पी रहा था
वो कहतें हैं जिसे बचपन, मैं युहीं जी रहा था
सब भुला दूंगा ये यादें, नए देखे हैं अब सपने
इक नयी है किरण, आशा है जो मेरे मन में
हौसले की है अब किताब, हिम्मत की है संग सियाही
यह जो कलम सालों बाद, मेरे हाथों में है आई
मैं कहलाऊंगा अब साक्षर, यह कसम अब है खाई...
कई महल हैं यहाँ पे, आशियाने बन रखें हैं
मेरा तो घर सड़क है, यां फिर झोपड़ तन रखे हैं
बदलूँगा अपनी हालत, यह कर अब प्रण रखे हैं
जड्ड मिटाऊंगा अनपढ़ता, पढने की है लहर आई
यह जो कलम सालों बाद, मेरे हाथों में है आई
मैं कहलाऊंगा अब साक्षर, यह कसम अब है खाई.
नहीं करूँगा यह मजदूरी, न रहेगी यह मज़बूरी
पूरा होगा मेरा सपना, इक मैं भी स्कूल जाऊंगा
भगा अज्ञानता का अँधेरा, रौशनी मैं अब लाऊंगा
लिखूंगा करम मैं अपना, यह आस जाग है आई
यह जो कलम सालों बाद, मेरे हाथों में है आई
मैं कहलाऊंगा अब साक्षर, यह कसम अब है खाई..
-------------------------------------------------
Gurpreet Phull
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
I want to fly High
I want to fly high
Where no one will be nigh
leaving Birds down the sky
Where destiny resides and impediments shy
Somewhere above the sky
Where my bliss and ecstasy lie
I wnt to fly high, I want to fly high...
To quell this fire of my desires
To cast away all other quagmires
Away from this world, in the abode of euphony
Where null is the pain, lament and agony
Where all are happy, no body cries
Somewhere above the sky
Where my bliss and ecstasy lie
I want to fly high, I want to fly high...
With courage as my wings
Shering all the winds
Confidence as my power
Commitment as my force
My flight for desires
Will be my own not coerce
Where flavor of wisdom keeps you drive
Somewhere above the sky
Where my bliss and ecstasy lie
I want to fly high, I want to fly high...
Where no one will be nigh
leaving Birds down the sky
Where destiny resides and impediments shy
Somewhere above the sky
Where my bliss and ecstasy lie
I wnt to fly high, I want to fly high...
To quell this fire of my desires
To cast away all other quagmires
Away from this world, in the abode of euphony
Where null is the pain, lament and agony
Where all are happy, no body cries
Somewhere above the sky
Where my bliss and ecstasy lie
I want to fly high, I want to fly high...
With courage as my wings
Shering all the winds
Confidence as my power
Commitment as my force
My flight for desires
Will be my own not coerce
Where flavor of wisdom keeps you drive
Somewhere above the sky
Where my bliss and ecstasy lie
I want to fly high, I want to fly high...
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Only WORD POWER has MADE it EASY
High-tech era of computers is replacing almost every mote of this world. Agreed. But yet there are lot many things that are same no matter if they are computerized. One such...err...not such but especial thing is the POWER OF WORDS. Earlier Pen was considered to be the main source to substantiate or to jot-down the words. Perhaps for this reason someone wrote, 'Pen is mightier than sword'. Because during those days there was unavailability of Computers. Now in modern era we can rephrase it as 'Keyboard is mightier than sword'.
No matter it be a pen or a computer but the power of the words that it jots down is same for that of inked on paper or of printed on paper or of those just mustered in a binary electronic file. The vigor and strength of the words is same in all form.
Let's scrutinize why the Pen( the medium to substantiate word) is mightier than sword. Perhaps because a sword is a single arm in itself as compared to pen which is a warrior in its own ways with a gigantic battery of arms. The arms for the pen are 'WORDS'. If we talk about the strength of this warrior, it is empowered with the smartest and strongest driving force of the world i.e. Human Brain. Yes! I don't think there is any need of support for this reason. For all who disagree; here is the explanation: If pen was driven by hands, a physically challenged person wouldn't be able to create the miracles of writing even with the foot or in some cases with their mouth (in case someone is bereft of limbs too). Facts and figures in the history approbate that whatever we write, we write with brain and not with hand. And in brain we have nothing but words to speak or write out to let others know what we are up to. Hand is just a part of the whole system of writing down your thoughts. It's just a crank shaft in the engine. The fuel is consumed in cylinder, it runs the vehicle, the crank shaft is just the medium to help driving the vehicle. This is the reason Norman Lewis has entitled his book with the WORD POWER to MADE your life EASY.
Also, The principal power behind pen being mightier is the human brain. A sword can only sunder or perhaps in some cases can be used to petrify others. But look at the power of words in collation to the use of sword. A pen not only can allow someone to cut, impale in but a venial order written by the judge can also exonerate an accused from being decapitated. In this way a pen can act as both a belligerent killer or a life-saver as well. But it's actually not the pen but the words written by it that makes it worth of being clipped in the pockets of literati.
Words are amazing as these can express even the subtle expressions of everyone. May be you haven't realized your own self but there could be some 'fetish' in you. You have never seen in you but there is always a 'soul' in you. Had the words not been there you would not have even 'felt' what ecstasy is. These are the words only using which some one 'boasts' when s(he) is 'boosted' with some qualities. It is the word that let us know there is 'Air' all around. These are only words which let you peep into the Entropy of my Cerebrum.
There is no Science, History, Philosophy in this world and nothing is cakewalk in this world but only Word Power has made it Easy.
Salute to the creator of the Word, language and the mightier pen!
No matter it be a pen or a computer but the power of the words that it jots down is same for that of inked on paper or of printed on paper or of those just mustered in a binary electronic file. The vigor and strength of the words is same in all form.
Let's scrutinize why the Pen( the medium to substantiate word) is mightier than sword. Perhaps because a sword is a single arm in itself as compared to pen which is a warrior in its own ways with a gigantic battery of arms. The arms for the pen are 'WORDS'. If we talk about the strength of this warrior, it is empowered with the smartest and strongest driving force of the world i.e. Human Brain. Yes! I don't think there is any need of support for this reason. For all who disagree; here is the explanation: If pen was driven by hands, a physically challenged person wouldn't be able to create the miracles of writing even with the foot or in some cases with their mouth (in case someone is bereft of limbs too). Facts and figures in the history approbate that whatever we write, we write with brain and not with hand. And in brain we have nothing but words to speak or write out to let others know what we are up to. Hand is just a part of the whole system of writing down your thoughts. It's just a crank shaft in the engine. The fuel is consumed in cylinder, it runs the vehicle, the crank shaft is just the medium to help driving the vehicle. This is the reason Norman Lewis has entitled his book with the WORD POWER to MADE your life EASY.
Also, The principal power behind pen being mightier is the human brain. A sword can only sunder or perhaps in some cases can be used to petrify others. But look at the power of words in collation to the use of sword. A pen not only can allow someone to cut, impale in but a venial order written by the judge can also exonerate an accused from being decapitated. In this way a pen can act as both a belligerent killer or a life-saver as well. But it's actually not the pen but the words written by it that makes it worth of being clipped in the pockets of literati.
Words are amazing as these can express even the subtle expressions of everyone. May be you haven't realized your own self but there could be some 'fetish' in you. You have never seen in you but there is always a 'soul' in you. Had the words not been there you would not have even 'felt' what ecstasy is. These are the words only using which some one 'boasts' when s(he) is 'boosted' with some qualities. It is the word that let us know there is 'Air' all around. These are only words which let you peep into the Entropy of my Cerebrum.
There is no Science, History, Philosophy in this world and nothing is cakewalk in this world but only Word Power has made it Easy.
Salute to the creator of the Word, language and the mightier pen!
Sunday, February 14, 2010
DAVIET: From Scaffold to Stratum
In order to transform anything say any other metal into gold, proper resources have to be there. It is apparent that
the transformation demands congruous use of the resources and a clear perception of what is going to be transformed into
what (as gold here).
Talking about the personal transformation, far difficult than that of Alchemy of non-livings, the resources itself get categorize into internal and external; pertaining to ones self.
First come your internal resources viz. zeal, enthusiasm, focus, enlightenment. I would say these are the resources and arms though more essential but these are controlled by your self. The second category includes corporeal matter and for a student the most important among those resources is an Institute which provides the rostrum and vicinity to savor pellucid view of his goals consequently manifolding the level of his internal resources.
DAVIET... No need to mention, has reserved the same place inside me by providing the rudimentary precepts for my professional career. Knowledge, aptitude, attitude, panache, friends and foes. A plethora of such eternal attributes it has offered me. There are myriad raves it deserves from even a paltry student like me.
I embarked the serendipitous journey some six years ago as a coy, gullible fresher. The very first year had mirrored me my real traits and knacks (though some imagined ones). The deceits and sleights of the clever junta prodded me to delve out my own dexterity which is somehow bestowed to everyone and placed in the dark side of everyone's heart by birth. I had already mentally prepared not to stuck much to the books in the engineering, so i got what i deserved and what nature had something else in store for me. Came first-sem result and i got a blister with concentrated Sulphuric Acid applied on me. This CHEMISTRY churned me in the precipitator of university's coherent form-filling process. ideally as per examination rules, a student has options of getting his/her exam revaluation if in case he/she finds something unjustly done. But marked with the astounding surprises, my university has a tradition of announcing the revaluation results only after the re-appear dates of the same exams. That means the option of a student to either choosing revaluation of reappear converges-in to opt both the options. So a student has to fill both revaluation and reappear forms. (A suggestion to the university: They should print a single form named 'Re-appear/Revaluation form' with the both the options and mentioning ' Mark whichever is applicable'. This would save student's time to just mark all the options in stead of filling both reappear and revaluation form and this process would be eco-friendly too). So with no other choice in hand but both getting my previous exam re-evaluate and re-appearing for the exam, i was one of the many victims of sudden decisions of the university. By the time i cleared the first semester, second one was more the half over. With a new so-called Girl-Friend ( not girlfriend) and a two more new amazing friends (LALA ji and our PROCRASTINATOR) I ended up the year as a successful bookworm with no backlog ;).
At the start of second year, as it happen with all sophomores, we were somewhat proud to be seniors. Ragging is no doubt banned in whole of India but all Indian laws are meant to be read and only followed by the eyes while reading from the book it is written on. So we were no different than other Indians and started ragging freshers from the very first day of the commencement of second year. Four days passed and we were caught red-handed. Then 'OHI-DO-SARDAR' came into picture. Yes between these two surds, one was me and the other Mr. BAL. Whenever something undisciplined happened in we were the victim of the atrocity of the martinets. If one of us caught, he was called "Doosra kithe tere naalda?” (Where is your other accomplice). But these acerbic remarks in stead of breaking our friendship locks, more strongly adhered the bonds of my friendship. Thanks to that Data Structure guy who taught us how to form a persistent 'Linked List' using just pointers. The tightly weld links of our friendship moved our life quite smoothly and light heartedly in the second year with only a single jerk of a week's suspension to me. Somehow managing my studies with flirts, abhorred poor grades from teachers completed my second year.
Third year started as a cakewalk as no impediment was there for me. Everything was so supple that I didn't even realize my incessantly dwindling grades. During the first campus placement drive i got a chance to calculate my ever decreasing marks that were just on the verge of getting disqualified from the placement tests. But that juncture was too late to improve academics as the next semester was going to be incepted with trainings and internships. Thanks to the premier institutes of India which have increased the reverence of engineering degree percentages and the result of which: 65% is the minimum marks for appearing a placement test of many companies. But in our university, this was merely the marks of more than 80% of all engineers who pass the degree. HCL was the first company for our campus placement which i flunked badly and the pain was all mine. Came Syntel and some others and the result was same for me till one from NOIDA considered my cerebrum congruous to fit into their shoes. One though only placement offer worked as a propellant for my ballistics and made my trajectory with flirts, betrays and result me to land in the middle of a quagmire.
Came the fourth year and we were all set for your Industrial trainings. My internship was destined as Pune. There I got one new GEM...no...it's BOMB into my life. This exclusive explosive has shown me certain obscure paths to me for my journey of destiny. With few trips to different sites of India, I was back at college for the last semester. Though the duration was same as of the other semester but the numerous celebrations enthralls of anticipated degree completion made the semester a sojourn. With one-day trip to Science City and few birthday celebrations of my class mates. My degree ended with the cake cutting ceremony as a valediction activity by our class and with this ceremony, my light threaded tweed linking me with my college had been cut forever leaving me to recall and rejuvenate the stint for those four years inside the fringes of the edifice in Kabir Nagar, Jalandhar.
Now, some of us (especially DAVIETians) detest the staff, the discipline and the system in which we inhibit during our education stint.
But when you depart, you relish all those remembrances since your soul imbibes the aroma when the petals were being crushed in order to make invaluable fragrance that everyone can feel even if applied by one in a large herd.
May DAVIET reaches at its pinnacle inculcating thousands of frivolous freshers like me, converting them into professionals, providing them the initials Er. and spur them to replace it with other coveted ones.....
Thanks
Gurpreet Singh Phull
DAVIET, CSE-Class of 2007
the transformation demands congruous use of the resources and a clear perception of what is going to be transformed into
what (as gold here).
Talking about the personal transformation, far difficult than that of Alchemy of non-livings, the resources itself get categorize into internal and external; pertaining to ones self.
First come your internal resources viz. zeal, enthusiasm, focus, enlightenment. I would say these are the resources and arms though more essential but these are controlled by your self. The second category includes corporeal matter and for a student the most important among those resources is an Institute which provides the rostrum and vicinity to savor pellucid view of his goals consequently manifolding the level of his internal resources.
DAVIET... No need to mention, has reserved the same place inside me by providing the rudimentary precepts for my professional career. Knowledge, aptitude, attitude, panache, friends and foes. A plethora of such eternal attributes it has offered me. There are myriad raves it deserves from even a paltry student like me.
I embarked the serendipitous journey some six years ago as a coy, gullible fresher. The very first year had mirrored me my real traits and knacks (though some imagined ones). The deceits and sleights of the clever junta prodded me to delve out my own dexterity which is somehow bestowed to everyone and placed in the dark side of everyone's heart by birth. I had already mentally prepared not to stuck much to the books in the engineering, so i got what i deserved and what nature had something else in store for me. Came first-sem result and i got a blister with concentrated Sulphuric Acid applied on me. This CHEMISTRY churned me in the precipitator of university's coherent form-filling process. ideally as per examination rules, a student has options of getting his/her exam revaluation if in case he/she finds something unjustly done. But marked with the astounding surprises, my university has a tradition of announcing the revaluation results only after the re-appear dates of the same exams. That means the option of a student to either choosing revaluation of reappear converges-in to opt both the options. So a student has to fill both revaluation and reappear forms. (A suggestion to the university: They should print a single form named 'Re-appear/Revaluation form' with the both the options and mentioning ' Mark whichever is applicable'. This would save student's time to just mark all the options in stead of filling both reappear and revaluation form and this process would be eco-friendly too). So with no other choice in hand but both getting my previous exam re-evaluate and re-appearing for the exam, i was one of the many victims of sudden decisions of the university. By the time i cleared the first semester, second one was more the half over. With a new so-called Girl-Friend ( not girlfriend) and a two more new amazing friends (LALA ji and our PROCRASTINATOR) I ended up the year as a successful bookworm with no backlog ;).
At the start of second year, as it happen with all sophomores, we were somewhat proud to be seniors. Ragging is no doubt banned in whole of India but all Indian laws are meant to be read and only followed by the eyes while reading from the book it is written on. So we were no different than other Indians and started ragging freshers from the very first day of the commencement of second year. Four days passed and we were caught red-handed. Then 'OHI-DO-SARDAR' came into picture. Yes between these two surds, one was me and the other Mr. BAL. Whenever something undisciplined happened in we were the victim of the atrocity of the martinets. If one of us caught, he was called "Doosra kithe tere naalda?” (Where is your other accomplice). But these acerbic remarks in stead of breaking our friendship locks, more strongly adhered the bonds of my friendship. Thanks to that Data Structure guy who taught us how to form a persistent 'Linked List' using just pointers. The tightly weld links of our friendship moved our life quite smoothly and light heartedly in the second year with only a single jerk of a week's suspension to me. Somehow managing my studies with flirts, abhorred poor grades from teachers completed my second year.
Third year started as a cakewalk as no impediment was there for me. Everything was so supple that I didn't even realize my incessantly dwindling grades. During the first campus placement drive i got a chance to calculate my ever decreasing marks that were just on the verge of getting disqualified from the placement tests. But that juncture was too late to improve academics as the next semester was going to be incepted with trainings and internships. Thanks to the premier institutes of India which have increased the reverence of engineering degree percentages and the result of which: 65% is the minimum marks for appearing a placement test of many companies. But in our university, this was merely the marks of more than 80% of all engineers who pass the degree. HCL was the first company for our campus placement which i flunked badly and the pain was all mine. Came Syntel and some others and the result was same for me till one from NOIDA considered my cerebrum congruous to fit into their shoes. One though only placement offer worked as a propellant for my ballistics and made my trajectory with flirts, betrays and result me to land in the middle of a quagmire.
Came the fourth year and we were all set for your Industrial trainings. My internship was destined as Pune. There I got one new GEM...no...it's BOMB into my life. This exclusive explosive has shown me certain obscure paths to me for my journey of destiny. With few trips to different sites of India, I was back at college for the last semester. Though the duration was same as of the other semester but the numerous celebrations enthralls of anticipated degree completion made the semester a sojourn. With one-day trip to Science City and few birthday celebrations of my class mates. My degree ended with the cake cutting ceremony as a valediction activity by our class and with this ceremony, my light threaded tweed linking me with my college had been cut forever leaving me to recall and rejuvenate the stint for those four years inside the fringes of the edifice in Kabir Nagar, Jalandhar.
Now, some of us (especially DAVIETians) detest the staff, the discipline and the system in which we inhibit during our education stint.
But when you depart, you relish all those remembrances since your soul imbibes the aroma when the petals were being crushed in order to make invaluable fragrance that everyone can feel even if applied by one in a large herd.
May DAVIET reaches at its pinnacle inculcating thousands of frivolous freshers like me, converting them into professionals, providing them the initials Er. and spur them to replace it with other coveted ones.....
Thanks
Gurpreet Singh Phull
DAVIET, CSE-Class of 2007
Monday, January 18, 2010
Revisiting '3-idiots': all is WELL
As of now, many of us have seen the most awaited movie of the year 2009: '3- Idiots'. And certainly as with other movies of Aamir, we all liked this movie. But this time, the movie has broken all the records of Bollywood movies mustering the highest ever revenue of Rs.2400 bn. in just a span of first 10 days since its release. Our famous 'Aamir Khan' would be more 'Aamir' and his parents would be more than happy with the success of their reluctant and out-of-the-box thinking son. Being the only actor in whole of Bombay's film industry to be specific about his work scripts and release dates of the movie he works in, Aamir stands aloft among the top actors of contemporary Indian Cinema.
Since December 25, 2007 when stars were first seen on the ground with the release of 'Taare Zameen Par', through the wonderful journey of Hira Nandani, avenging Kalpana's murder in Ghazini, Aamir has once again proved himself as the best of all the Idiots being printed on celluloid.
If given a thought, what makes his movies extravagantly famous? He works in the same industry in which other actors work. 3-idiot is the third film of Rajkumar Hirani after Munna Bhai sequals. But what is different in the acting of Aamir that attracts the multitude of Indian cinema lovers to make the movie a big hit?
The answer to the above questions is quite simple:
"Working according to your inner interests, chase Excellence and Success will follow"
It was the main theme of ‘Taare Zameen Par’ and this time as well the gist of the story-line is same, working on that only gives Aamir this much success. But to be somewhat specific, chasing excellence doesn't means that you ask a person (with innate photography skills) to be an engineer from premier institute of the country. This will only hamper the growth within the person and make him bereft of even his own innate skills. Chasing excellence means the pursuit of your interests, avocations and bailiwick, no matter how less their recognition in this world is. Also, once you start working on the things you are interested in, your journey will not only gives you happiness and bliss but your excellence in that field will make it known to others marking you as 'Successful' both in your as well as others' ways. Your pursuit will become the real 'Pursuit of Happiness'. Once you will reach at your own goals with this excellence, you will realize the real benefits of thinking and working differently out of the crab culture as per your own inner choices and your will hear your heart saying 'ALL IS WELL'. For a crab in a well, the sky is only of the size of the cross section of the well. But once it comes out of the well, it realized the real unfathomable vast firmament.
So the need of the hour is to get yourself out of the WELL, staying away from the crab culture and be the AAMIR among your own IDIOTS not only three but many of your whole world.
And once you are excellent.....TO BOLO ALL IS WELL.. :-)
Since December 25, 2007 when stars were first seen on the ground with the release of 'Taare Zameen Par', through the wonderful journey of Hira Nandani, avenging Kalpana's murder in Ghazini, Aamir has once again proved himself as the best of all the Idiots being printed on celluloid.
If given a thought, what makes his movies extravagantly famous? He works in the same industry in which other actors work. 3-idiot is the third film of Rajkumar Hirani after Munna Bhai sequals. But what is different in the acting of Aamir that attracts the multitude of Indian cinema lovers to make the movie a big hit?
The answer to the above questions is quite simple:
"Working according to your inner interests, chase Excellence and Success will follow"
It was the main theme of ‘Taare Zameen Par’ and this time as well the gist of the story-line is same, working on that only gives Aamir this much success. But to be somewhat specific, chasing excellence doesn't means that you ask a person (with innate photography skills) to be an engineer from premier institute of the country. This will only hamper the growth within the person and make him bereft of even his own innate skills. Chasing excellence means the pursuit of your interests, avocations and bailiwick, no matter how less their recognition in this world is. Also, once you start working on the things you are interested in, your journey will not only gives you happiness and bliss but your excellence in that field will make it known to others marking you as 'Successful' both in your as well as others' ways. Your pursuit will become the real 'Pursuit of Happiness'. Once you will reach at your own goals with this excellence, you will realize the real benefits of thinking and working differently out of the crab culture as per your own inner choices and your will hear your heart saying 'ALL IS WELL'. For a crab in a well, the sky is only of the size of the cross section of the well. But once it comes out of the well, it realized the real unfathomable vast firmament.
So the need of the hour is to get yourself out of the WELL, staying away from the crab culture and be the AAMIR among your own IDIOTS not only three but many of your whole world.
And once you are excellent.....TO BOLO ALL IS WELL.. :-)
Friday, January 8, 2010
The Midnight
It's one of the midnights when stars are scores
It's such a midnight when darkness sores
It was a midnight i savored you as a rose..
That Moon is still there but lights no more
Never thought of this midnight, i'll be so alone
Today It's the midnight when you are far away
but my heart is so close..my heart is so close..
The same night is here which u see,
But we are part,as two shores of a sea..
U hv good dreams, all worries set free
This agony to feel and Nightmares are for me..
It was a midnight whn i found u gone
Yes it is the midnight my life had never shown...
Today It's the midnight when you are far away
but my heart is so close..my heart is so close..
Hw good is this midnight? As dark as a coal..
Why we revere love in the end If separation is its goal...
I wonder if I am still immured or a prisoner on parole
No one is to love here, no one is to console
What I am left with are these poems and prose
Today It's the midnight when you are far away
but my heart is so close..my heart is so close..
A hope in my heart, since the time we depart
This night would be ended, a new day will start
A new joy of love, as the ecstasy in art
Still waiting for the day, that life to restart
New will be that midnight when clock would be slow,
A new wave of reverence and affection will flow
When you will smile n ur face will glow..
Soon would be that midnight when the sky will bow
Soon would be the midnight when you won't far away
and my I'll be so close..my heart will be so close..
that wud be a midnight when we will be close, when we will be close...
It's such a midnight when darkness sores
It was a midnight i savored you as a rose..
That Moon is still there but lights no more
Never thought of this midnight, i'll be so alone
Today It's the midnight when you are far away
but my heart is so close..my heart is so close..
The same night is here which u see,
But we are part,as two shores of a sea..
U hv good dreams, all worries set free
This agony to feel and Nightmares are for me..
It was a midnight whn i found u gone
Yes it is the midnight my life had never shown...
Today It's the midnight when you are far away
but my heart is so close..my heart is so close..
Hw good is this midnight? As dark as a coal..
Why we revere love in the end If separation is its goal...
I wonder if I am still immured or a prisoner on parole
No one is to love here, no one is to console
What I am left with are these poems and prose
Today It's the midnight when you are far away
but my heart is so close..my heart is so close..
A hope in my heart, since the time we depart
This night would be ended, a new day will start
A new joy of love, as the ecstasy in art
Still waiting for the day, that life to restart
New will be that midnight when clock would be slow,
A new wave of reverence and affection will flow
When you will smile n ur face will glow..
Soon would be that midnight when the sky will bow
Soon would be the midnight when you won't far away
and my I'll be so close..my heart will be so close..
that wud be a midnight when we will be close, when we will be close...
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