Through my lens: Unspoken thoughts

 And this Zany Man has shown some gratitude towards my quite dormant blog. Thanks to victoriousloser who had patience to go through all the posts compiled over last 5 years -  Quite few in no. , easy to glance through, difficult to leave your footprint. I accept your award with great zeal  and inspiration to pen down and publish some more works. Went through your blog  http://victoriousloser.wordpress.com  for first time and itsjust like you- Mr. oxymoron !! I adore various folks who inspired me through their great works. Hereby, I award them:                      Nishi- My Inspiration           Minku- Great Buddy           Appy- Amazing writer             Kappi- The daarling!                  ...

Under Estimate     Over Power under Stand      Over Fly under graduate        over educated under seen      over been under kneath   over breath P:S Random Thoughts   

Real thing find its way to reveal it by some or other means! Is it so? Read it somewhere and now trying to figure it out while wandering in the lanes and by lanes of my thoughts. This girl had dreams of her own, a disciplined kid since childhood, affirming with the rules and regulations, never to rebel anything for. And now she has grown up. She thinks a lot, about her past, present and future. She is not a fortune teller, nor even a foresighted who can figure out what is there in her kitty. But she knows that she is not looking for usual occurrences of life. Till date she was trapped in ripples created by day to day circumstances. Today she wants to be free. She wants to foresee the reasons behind her existence. What she has to accomplish before she dies? Play, study, grow, engage, courtship, marriage, child, family, stress, liabilities, money, old age, disabilities or illness and then THE death??? Life is a full circle or is it a dense forest to be lost in or is it a mirage in...

हर दिन बढती तो हूँ मैं, थोड़ा थोड़ा अपनी गलतियों से ! हर दिन कुछ नया सीखती तो हूँ मैं, थोड़ा थोड़ा अपने छोटो और बड़ो से ! हर दिन हँसती तो हूँ मैं, थोड़ा थोड़ा अपनी नादानियों पे ! हर दिन रोती भी हूँ मैं, थोड़ा थोड़ा अपने नाकामयाबियों पे ! हर दिन यह सोचती हूँ मैं, थोड़ा ज्यादा क्या यही ज़िंदगी है ?

I am a lonely path of broken dreams, It is heaven that i am searching for.. All these stars seem dull to me, It is the moon that I'm searching for.. Happiness is so angry at me, It is the joy I'm searching for.. There is crowd around me at all times, It is a soul that I'm searching for.. My life is like an endless road, It is destination I'm searching for... Don't know what is it that I have lost, May be it is me that I am searching for.. P.S- Courtesy "Nanu" :)

Self control is an oddly treacherous thing. The instant you think you have mastered it, it deserts you, suddenly and without warning! He promised never to betray suppressing the idea in a bray failing in letting it go away even the best man stray! Is he the obvious candidate of adultry Succumbing to the world's mockery deafening himself to HIS advisory resting in his own aery Drawn in a battle array Why do you affray burning the sole in ashtray even best man stray!

Do lovers need to express their love on any one particular day?? Why did Pope Gelasius I established this day? To honor several Christian martyrs?? Or for us to follow it blindly till date?? Well do we really believe in this concept? Or we take it as another day to indulge in extravagance? Ah... well what did you buy this time to impress your beloved?  Did you check with the price tag? How much does a Red rose costs today... where would it be cheap? How much for a kg of rose petals? Rs 200  at one place and Rs 40 somewhere else.. Ah, really? Why can't same love be expressed with same  monetary amount. Does the intensity differ if u gift a diamond necklace or just a bouquet or only e- greeting card? Btw how many sms(es) floats on this particular day? Good revenue generation for telecom department and various service providers.. Ultimately somewhere down the line you need money to express your feelings. So is it the trade off between money and love? To My valentine Wit...

Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style And so I came to see him, to listen for a while And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly with his song I felt all flushed with fever, embarassed by the crowd I felt he'd found my letters and read each one out loud I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Killing me softly with his song Killing me softly with his song Telling my whole life with his words Killing me softly He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despai...