Through my lens: Unspoken thoughts

When u r sad,I wil dry ur tears. When u r scared, I will comfort ur fears. When u r worried,I will gv u hope. When u r confused, I will help u cope. When u r lost n can't see d light, I shall be ur becon shining ever so bright! This is my oath I pledge till d end, 'Why' u may ask,bcoz u r a friend! God must hv known,there wud be times we'd need a word of cheer, someone to praise a triumph or brush away a tear! He must hv known we'd need to share the joy of little things, in order to appreciate the happiness life brings. I think he knew our troubled hearts wud sometimes throb with pain, at trials and misfortunes or some goals we can't attain. He knew we wud need the comfort of understanding heart, to gv us courage and strength to make a fresh new start. He knew we'd need companionship unselfish....lasting n true, n so God answered the heart's great need with a cherished frnd like "you".

It was a small pebble found at a sea shore perceived as fribble formed out of some ore. It was beautiful and mellow curvaceous and lustrous bright with a tinch of yellow under the sun it seemed outragious. He noticed it & touched it took it in his hand it jumped out of euphoria,oouch! was back on sand. It wished to see him again but he had gone searched him, but all in vain alas! was left all alone.

A thousand voiceless faces cast in the same mold silently urging you to do as you're told. A thousand faceless voices speak in the same tone urging you to suppress the song of your own. Fight to rise above the mob for when all is told and done all you really have to show is d little individuality you've won. ****************************** A journey through time & space, trying to bridge the miles & years, between where I find myself, & a place I used to call home. Hollow shells of brick & stone, shadows of ghosts that were friends, the closer I am to where I was, The more a stranger am I to myself. p.s: taken from "Mix-ology"

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will. when the road you're trudging, seems all up hill. When funds are low, and debts are high, and u want to smile, but u have to sigh. when care is pressing, you down a bit, rest if u must.... but don't u quit. Life is strange, with its twists and turns, as everyone of us, sometimes learns. And many a failure, turns about, when he might have won, had he stuck it out. Don't give up, though the pace seems low, you may succeed, with another blow. p.s: visit http://www.thedontquitpoem.com/

ये बारिश की बूँदें, ये कड़कती बिजली, ये हवा का झोका, ये झूमती शाखाएँ, ऐसी है निशा जो मन को भाए ये कैसा है पल, ये कैसी है हलचल, ये कैसी है तूफानी रात, हो रही है बरसात, ऐसी है निशा जो मन को भाए विचित्र है यह क्षण , पुलकित है यह मन, कोमल सा है एहसास यह पल है कुछ ख़ास, ऐसी है निशा जो ख्वाब दे जाए ये ओस की बूंदे , ये सूरज की किरणे , ये चहचहाती चिडियां, ये भोर का नज़ारा, एसा है प्रभात जो मन लुभाए यह खुशनुमा एहसास, यह जीवन का आगाज, यह पल है कुछ ख़ास, मन में है अटूट विश्वास , अजीब है जीवन का खेल जो मन को भाए p.s : wrote it yesterday when it was raining hard.... rain brings smile to everyone's face.

Is it called trouble, she sees it only doubles. Or does it mean good time begins, she is fighting hard to win. does glory too magnifies, who is the one to define. As momentry as bubble, everything crumbles. be it sudden pain, or feeling of in sane. Nothing lasts forever, change gonna stay everywhere. everyday she wakes up, with the hope she wont give up. but at point of time she fears, this bursts her into tears. Her determination sails her through wordly affairs, it shows wider perspective,decisions are fair. Whatever happened today, she will find a better day. her positive look will matter, tomorrow gonna be better.

Life is becoming a mind twister Ah! it is giving me blisters. Sometimes flinching out of fear I brood over speed at first gear. Is it the one keeping me busy? All I feel is am in state of tizzy. Why am I becoming so grouchy? rarely humble and often touchy. Everything is so berserk Can it be over with a jerk? Life is not so easy rather tough It teaches lessons n makes one rough. Call it a urge or spark of fire It is high time,work is dire. Trying hard to collect d pieces of this puzle It is difficult but would not fizzle(out). A person can choose one's attitude to reach high degrees of altitude. One needs to search d soul wander about n finds one goal. I am becoming a believer. things will definitely sound familiar.