A conversation abt gym ...

Come Summers and people are in full swing to go to Gym.
Some go to loose weight, some to maintain weight, some to keep fit, some to put on weight, some can't decide why? but still as all are going they go too...

Some tell proudly, i do this and i do that ..

There are some who have a hectic schedule that they cant take out some time to go.
while there are others, who out of their shear lethargy, can't do it either...

One such conversation ...

You say,

u keep getting fatter day by day ...

and i say ..

Keep getting fatter
Afterall ...
How does it matter
In the end ..
You still look better

and you say ........

keep getting fatter ?
doesn't it already seems to be a matter ??

Give a little thought, give me some jolts and boltz

and i say ..

Okay if u say so ..and If that doesnt work
Am i allowed to use some of the kickboxing skills ?

to this you say ..

well, i am off for jogging , right away :)

well, the kickboxing did all the work ..
the kickboxing that i never went to ..
and u assumed i do ....

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of the bay:
Then thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee --
A poet could not be but gay
In such a jocund company:
I gaz'd -- and gaz'd -- but little thought
What wealth the shew to me had brought:

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant and in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

--William Wordsworth

You who never arrived !

You who never arrived - Rainer Maria Rilke
- This is a poem by Rilke, who is considered one of the greatest 20th century poet, this poem was written in German and translated in English by Stephen Mitchell, I liked the poem and thought of sharing it.

You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved,
who were lost from the start,
I don't even know what songs would please you.
I have given up trying to recognize you
in the surging wave of the next moment.
All the immense images in me- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
turns in the path, and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods-all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,longing.
An open window in a country house-, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,-
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, seperate, in the evening...

An offering to you

My heart longs for your presence, Oh dearest one !
Your smiling face, i keep seeing it with open or close eyes
Your words, i keep hearing them in my ears
Your love, fills my heart and my eyes too

Why have u left me alone, Why cant you take me along.
All i want is to be with you, in your arms
Hold me close, i cant take this separation
Or fill this life with your love

let every breath i take be for you
let every thought that comes to me should be of you
let every step i take be a step towards you
let me merge into you
let me merge in you
let me merge in you...

Fill this life with love .. yes, love all pervasive love ..
Let this life be an offering, An offering to you.

written on July 9' 2007 by wandering soul, here it is again with some changes ..

चाँद और कवि

Sharing this beautiful poem " chand aur Kavi" by Ram dhari singh "dinkar"
रात यों कहने लगा मुझसे गगन का चाँद,
आदमी भी क्या अनोखा जीव है!
उलझनें अपनी बनाकर आप ही फँसता,
और फिर बेचैन हो जगता, न सोता है।

है तू कि मैं कितना पुराना हूँ?मैं चुका हूँ
देख मनु को जनमते-मरते
ओर लाखों बार तुझ-से पागलों को भी
चांदनी में बैठ स्वप्नों पर सही करते।

आदमी का स्वप्न? है वह बुलबुला जल का
आज उठता है और कल फिर फूट जाता है
किन्तु, फिर भी धन्य ठहरा आदमी ही तो?
बुलबुलों से खेलता, कविता बनाता है।

न बोला किन्तु मेरी रागिनी बोली,
देख फिर से चाँद! मुझको जानता है तू?
स्वप्न मेरे बुलबुले हैं? है यही पानी?
आग को भी क्या नहीं पहचानता है तू?

मैं न वह जो स्वप्न पर केवल सही करते,
आग में उसको गला लोहा बनाता हूँ,
ओर उस पर नींव रखता हूँ नये घर की,
इस तरह दीवार फौलादी उठाता हूँ।

मनु नहीं, मनु-पुत्र है यह सामने, जिसकी
कल्पना की जीभ में भी धार होती है,
वाण ही होते विचारों के नहीं केवल,
स्वप्न के भी हाथ में तलवार होती है।

swarg के सम्राट को जाकर खबर कर दे-
रोज ही आकाश चढ़ते जा रहे हैं वे,
रोकिये, जैसे बने इन स्वप्नवालों को,
स्वर्ग की ही ओर बढ़ते आ रहे हैं वे।

- दिनकर

Source : http://www.kaavyaalaya.org/

Do i disturb you a lot

Do i disturb you a lot ?
you dont have to answer this question
as i know i do ....

I was not supposed to ask you the obvious
but still my uncontrolled fingers typed it out

and now i dont know what else to write to make it look less silly
why do i always end up embarassing myself like this ?

sometimes i feel, i am not talking to u
but i am talking to someone whom i know

and i say things ..which can be said
then soon i realise, its not someone whom i know but you !
you who are a stranger to me

Even you refer to this as " were you having conversation with yourself "
and may be you know and understand

So in your own sweet gentle way,
you say ," its fine as long as i can't hear you"
then you give a smile :) and go away !

Scribbled on 9 july 2007
sometimes situations make you write ..
sometimes situations make you falter a little...
sometimes you are lucky to accidently stumble into good people
who sometimes knowingly unknowingly make you smile, give u company..when at times you need it the most..
sometimes you fall straight on your face and realise they were just strangers they were not friends or loved ones who would care...
How would i have known this .. if you had not stepped out ..
leaving me in this emptiness ...and filling yourself to the brim ..

A selected Romantic Poetry by Elizabeth Barret Browning

How do I love thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death

longing to be with you

My heart longs for your love ..oh dearest one ..
My eyes longs to see you ..oh dearest mother..
your words and bhajans keep playing in my ears
your love fills my heart and eyes ..

Oh mother why have u left this child alone
why cant you take me away with you
make this life worth serving you

All i want is to be with you, in your sweet divine arms ..

Hold me close oh my dear mother, this child of yours cant take this separtion

or fill my life with your love
love love love .. all pervasive love ..the love that you are ,
fill me with the same love ..

let every breath i take be for you
let every thought that comes to me should be of you
let every step i take be a step towards you

let me merge into you
let me merge in you
let me merge in you...

let my life be an offering
An offering to you , at your lotus feet ..