My Sunnyside thinks ...

2011-12-04T12:31:00.001-08:00

I like Life

I like life.

I like the plethora of things going all around like thereis no tomorrow,

I like the energy carried by people of all ages,

I like the serene atmosphere near a lake,

I like the emotions when a boy takes a girl out on a date for the first time,

I like the Indian tradition of marriages and theconfusion all around on the D day,

I like the inquisitiveness & fascination of a young boywhen he sees an aeroplane for the first time,

I like seasons, the day and the night,

Life is the best thing that ever happened to every humanbeing,

I like life.

It's just another lonely night ...

2010-08-15T04:18:00.000-07:00

It has been a long time since I wrote anything here. This poem had been long pending, which I finally completed yesterday :) (I'd almost forgotten about this one!)

I think the "night" is one of the best things He blessed the man with! You can find so much solace in times of need! The serenity that the night brings is priceless! One can be so lonely while a thousand other things can be going on at the same time.

This poem gives a perspective of a lonely person, who just happens to create a mental map of the diverse things happening in the same night, in which he finds himself lonely.

It's just another lonely night ...

It's just another lonely night,

The streets are dull, nobody in sight,

Lamp posts are dim, so is everyone's balcony light,

It's just another lonely night.

A lot of events happen, some good, bad ones too,

People wonder how darkness can hold so much together,

While shades of hope & strikes of jubiliation find their space,

Glimpses of despair & winds of sorrow also stay in the race.

A doctor fought death and saved a life,

A soldier got gunned down, a few minutes past midnight,

A woman gave birth to her first son,

A life saved, a life lost and a new life, it's still the same lonely night.

A mother read stories to her five year old,

Where angels fought demons and fairies took might,

Students burn midnight oil, some fell asleep, a few brave enough to fight,

Affection nurtures or future beckons, it's still the same lonely night.

A drunkard bashed his wife again,

A thief got hold of a golden chain,

Some stars fell, wishes were made with delight,

So many things happening, it's still the same night!

A man made love to his beautiful wife,

A mighty deal was struck, when two giants agreed to bury their strife,

A couple felt closer to each other, after their first prom,

Love or Business, all combined in the same night.

The night will end, dawn will soon take its place,

The sun will rise and provide the world with grace,

The day will pass quickly, darkness will take dusk's place,

It'll be night again, more events to happen, good or bad, all in the same lonely night!

Just Act and Be Happy

2010-01-10T22:51:00.000-08:00

Hello, Again!

The next poem basically focusses on the Art of Understading the Importance of Acting on Time and followed by a tantamount art of being Happy.

This just tells you that one should try to act on time, not fret over matters. Past is gone, live in the present, future beckons. Act and try to remain happy. Understand that deeds will show some result at one time or the other.

So here it is ....

Just Act and Be Happy!

Dreams,passion,love,friendship,goals and aspirations,
Responsibilities along with a world of emotions,
Are just a handful of things, I thought I needed to care for,
Just then, the others came knocking ..and rocking ..and knocking with full devotion!

I took care of this, and that, and again what was left,
In just one go, thought of all possibilities, that could ever grow,
Still the big jolts came from shores undiscovered,
That left me wondering, which hole was left uncovered.

Dejected, I sat down, and started thinking,
What went wrong, possibly right, or probably wrong,
If this was destined to happen, which sign did I not infer,
For a moment,it seemed like studying a crazy russian song.

No brainwaves visited my house that day,
Neither did answers peeped through the windows that May,
Looking for an answer, I spent all day,
Still blank, was all I could say.

Suddenly, noticed a flower drying up that night,
Filled the vase with water, but no respite,
Everything seemed perfect, yet it dried,
What could possibly be the trick of the night!

The flower got everything, much of water, air and sunlight,
Neither the next morning's Sun, nor the fresh breeze could give it life, and it dried!
I needed to act, when I had to, not only that night,
I was understanding something, was the answer in my sight?

This is life, and just your life,
Act when you need to and when it seems right,
Face the things one-by-one, and one-on-one,
Getting too panicky or remaining calm, is just a matter of your and my choice,

Things come and Things go, you handle matters and your grey cells grow,
Nothing can be finished, before its turn ...
Don't fret thinking, the possibilities are infinite,
Just act on time, and that'll save you a future fight!

You'll see the light, when you must,
Whats important is to keep your trust,
Be happy, smile and get to work...
Only that can be said, I hope it is worth!

Those eyes ...

2009-12-29T22:57:00.001-08:00

Hi,
As mentioned in the earlier posts, this is one first of the pending ones to be completed.
Here it goes ....

Those Eyes ...

Picking up grocery at a store one day,
Came across a face, full of charm and delight,
Long black hair, and a sweet smile,
Her eyes adorable, and full of life.

Gazing at the long lashes, and her vivid eyes,
Suddenly things around seemed so nice,
That intriguing pair had cast a spell,
Certainly, they could even sparkle the hell.

Star struck was I, in the middle of the store,
All the oceans couldn't match the depth in her eyes, for sure,
Wanted to go and complement her,
Her eyes deserved adoration, by men of past, present and the future.

Having said nothing, I stood in the billing line,
To my utter surprise, her grocery cart was adjacent to mine,
The cashier gained momentum as more people lined,
The queue moved quite fast, and time was running up.

Her turn came, and it was quickly done,
This was my chance to say something or forget the one,
People gathered around and I lost courage,
The cashier smiled as he billed for the sausage.

She looked at me while leaving the store,
I gazed at her as if nothing mattered more,
Those fading looks marked the end of my obsession,
O Lord!, Her eyes, her prized possession.

Thinking about the day, I'll cherish one moment forever,
When I could see me, reflecting in those eyes, crystal clear.

5 incomplete poems ... new theme ...

2009-12-22T04:39:00.000-08:00

Gosh ... I never realized that 5 incomplete poems were waiting to be completed.. Guess I've sometime now .. will try to put up something soon :). One of them is based on 'her eyes', really wish to complete it first ;)

On a different note, will search for a new theme, this one ain't that good :(

Writing this small post just to get back to 'posting' after a while ...

7th B'day of PaGalGuY.com

2009-09-10T12:23:00.000-07:00

My hearty wishes to PG on completing its 7 marvellous years.

The B-Day is here, the B-Day is here,
Loads of wishes & thanks to all who care,
Let the journey begin once again today,
As I try to imagine, what must have happened on that one fine day.

A crazy guy, in Bombay, thinks to spread insanity,
Thinks the whole day, the next day and the next day too,
Comes up with an idea to create a forum,
Where people can talk but maintain decorum.

Naming the forum was the next big thing,
What seemed easy turned rather puzzling,
Insanity was a videshi charm,
Pagal sounded more like a desi thing.

The stage was set, the actor ready,
Pagal was the word, which meant completely crazy!
Guy was suffixed, which was more insane,
PagalGuy was born, in a narrow Bombay lane ...

7 years old but still so young,
PagalGuy has become the name of this generation,
Wishes to the crazy guy on achieving this feat,
Though you are old, we are here to make you feel young!

PS: 1) No offences to anyone.
2) I made up the story of how PG was born ..

Still Incomplete poems, whats a Limerick?

2009-09-10T12:12:00.000-07:00

Yeah ... it has been quite some days now and i still haven't been able to look at my incomplete poems .. forget the part of finishing them. I'm not sure when will I be able to post them.

On another front, I was talking with a colleague and she asked the meaning of limericks. Now, yours truly, who sometimes writes poems, forgot whats a limerick. Come on mann .... you got to be better than this. Googled just now and here is what a limerick means.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I wrote another poem (not too good, i guess) on PaGaLGuy (a must see for an MBA aspirant), ocassion being the 7th B'day of PG.com. Surprisingly 10 users showed courtesy and thanked me. Wow!! Good people :P

Let me share that poem in the next post.

Blog shifting almost done ...

2009-09-01T05:37:00.000-07:00

Ok! i guess i've transferred most of the content which was already present. .. yup, it wasn't much :P

Also, I wrote a couple of poems sometime back, but haven’t had the time to really complete them. Again, the second one (about the philosophy of happyness) … (sounds good …. well, lets see ) is complete, but somehow I feel that there is still something left into it. The one thing which will make it complete. Something which tells where does Happyness comes from. By now, you may have figured out that I’m using Y in Happyness, and not I. Yes, thats the movie effect. Pursuit of Happyness!!!

Though, the poem still inspired from the movie, I need sometime to think, which I really don’t have right now.

Well, that completes the shifting of my blog from wordpress.com to blogspot.com. I hope to be regular here ....

Cheers!

The night…still…has some charm…

2009-09-01T05:35:00.000-07:00

This one was written on May 5th'09.

The night was dark, the weather calm,
Rusty winds blowing, but still there’s no alarm,
She is thinking of him, he is thinking of her.
Both seperated, but still he thinks of her to be in his arms,
Alas! The night still has some charm…

The night…still…has some charm…

Winds blow harder, impatience grows,
They miss each other, like a bouquet misses rose,
They long for each other, they want to be together,
No power in this mighty world, could possibly…
…derail their hopes of getting close.

The night…still…has some charm…

He starts his mission, like a rebellion,
Love in this heart, and the dream of her in his arms,
Restlessness spreads, she is waiting for him
No one matters, come what may ..
Its just the dreams of her, in his arms…

The night…still…has some charm…

Atlast they meet, they are together,
He conquered the world, to be with her,
The world aside, she is now in his arms,
Winds blow harder, but they are now together,
Its not a dream, his dream is in his arms!!!

The night…still…has some charm…

Your goal, love it..respect it..know it more..

2009-09-01T05:29:00.000-07:00

This one was written on 20th Apr'09.

Looks like these things strike me generally at night Its again 00:47 hrs !!!

Just a few lines about the ones’ goal. You got to love it, respect it, know it, respect it.. Its your passion, you got to follow it.

Remember, it was your choice to have chosen it!!!

“Love your goal, respect, wish, want, know and love it more,
Make it your passion, not a compulsion! Go for it…
For some things in life, you need to sail through without knowing the shore,
Face the winds, dare the icebergers, hear the music as your boat goes topsy-turvy!
Perpire, and perspire more, for you’ll get, what you set out for,
Its only the nature’s way to award the deserved one, only the one, nobody less, nobody more.

Dreams… Win or lose….enjoy!!!

2009-09-01T05:25:00.000-07:00

This one was written on 20th Feb'09 .. Copy-Pasting the whole from my other blog (don't know whether good options already exist to migrate blogs from one domain to the other, anyway ...)

Hi there!

Now thats called a lazy bum, been almost 2 months since I started blogging, when I thought I’ll be active .. and here I am …

Have found myself POEMing a few times in the past and present …

Just jotted something about dreams .. we dreams, we fight for it, we win or lose, and then another dream and another and another. Only chase. Where is the break? Doesn’t like to enjoy, I surely won’t buy that. But yes, people do forget to enjoy.

Just capturing those thoughts …

“Dreams, dreams and more sweet dreams,
here are they, there they are,
waiting to be pursued,
some to be fulfilled, rest to be sued! (being sued for not happenning!!!)

Dream big – as they say, is the mantra
Always fight – as they say, is the catch
You’ll win – as they say, is the hope
Learn from your loss – as they say, has no match…

He dreamt big, He fought hard,
Had some wins, rest lost,
Kept going … ‘ll make it big one day,
HE was watching, but only watching … and watching …

He dreamt again and fought, won some,some lost, and on and on…
Ended journey, met HIM in heaven, asked
Only limited wins, and so many loss?
Never did you think, my fate needed a toss!

Son! you won or lost, but you did well and fought,
Enjoyed some wins, mourned the loss,
Wins were many, but aspirations unlimited
That made your mourn, and prepare for the next loss.

Be happy and keep fighting,
Drive fate crazy, and force it to toss
I am sure you’ll never keep a count of,
your wins or your loss!”

2/20/2009

Starting to migrate ...

2009-09-01T05:17:00.000-07:00

Hey,

Looks like i neglected this blog completely and didn't do anything but to create the blog.

Ok, the next few posts shall reflect my posts from MY other blog. I think copy-paste from my other blog should be a good idea, along with the dates mentioned (when I wrote them for the first time).

S T A R T I N G ...

Transfer in progress ...

2009-08-05T05:15:00.000-07:00

Hey!

So i just created this blog :) I already own one at wordpress.com but integration that Google provides is awesome and it makes maintainence just so easy...

I'm not sure if there are any established processes of transferring blogs from one domain to another, will check on it, else will copy-paste posts from my wordpress.com blog to this new one ...

Ciao!