<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35223351</id><updated>2011-08-13T04:18:03.647-07:00</updated><category term='poem'/><category term='Who-Wants-to-be-a-millionaire'/><category term='Earth'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='Milind Soman'/><category term='Murderers'/><category term='Desire'/><category term='Hunter'/><category term='DDII'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Wealth'/><category term='Fire'/><category term='Rahul Bose'/><category term='Glory'/><category term='Wind'/><category term='Mouthful of Sky'/><category term='goal'/><category term='Sonnet'/><category term='Power'/><category term='Jungle'/><category term='Ehsaan Tera Hoga Mujh Par'/><category term='Blood'/><category term='Haunted Forest'/><title type='text'>Jay's Poetry Palace</title><subtitle type='html'>In a world full of unknowns and secrets, poetry becomes a means of survival, a way of coping. Through poetry, we learn to deal with change, to come to terms with joy and grief, and to celebrate the wonder still to be found in the extraordinary energy of daily life. Because of this aspect alone, poetry cannot be limited by definitions. It is an art of language that cannot be communicated or fathomed other than by the use of poetry itself!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35223351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayspoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05214304066793194147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-9pQUGC1E3k/SlQ6roL6U6I/AAAAAAAABWQ/cnSKpI9SUcc/S220/Akshat+015.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35223351.post-2152993861430247415</id><published>2011-01-17T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T08:39:13.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ehsaan Tera Hoga Mujh Par'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ehsaan Tera Hoga Mujh Par...... One of my alltime favorites....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;English Translation of 'Ehsaan Tera Hoga Mujh Par' ~ A beautiful love&lt;br /&gt;Song: Ehsaan Tera Hoga Mujh Par from&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Junglee&lt;br /&gt;Singers: Mohd. Rafi, Lata Mangeshkar&lt;br /&gt;Actors: Shammi Kapoor, Saira Banu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ehsaan tera hoga mujh par&lt;br /&gt;Dil chahta hai woh kehne do&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe tumse mohabbat ho gayi hai&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe palkon ki chaaon mein rehne do&lt;br /&gt;Ehsaan tera hoga mujh par...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be doing me a great favor..&lt;br /&gt;If you let me tell you what my heart desires&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Please let me dwell in the shadow of your eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;You would be doing me a great favor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tumne mujhko hansna sikhaaya&lt;br /&gt;Rone kahoge ro lenge ab&lt;br /&gt;Aansoo ka hamaare gham na karo&lt;br /&gt;Woh behte hai to behne do&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe tumse mohabbat ho gayii hai&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe palkon ki chaaon mein rehne do&lt;br /&gt;Ehsaan tera hoga mujh par...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who taught me how to laugh&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you ask me to cry, I will&lt;br /&gt;Don't be hurt by my tears&lt;br /&gt;They've already started to flow, so let them fall.&lt;br /&gt;Because I've fallen in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Let me dwell in the shadow of your eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;You would be doing me a great favor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chaahe bana do chaahe mitaa do&lt;br /&gt;Mar bhi gaye to denge duwaayen&lt;br /&gt;Udd udd ke kahegi khaak sanam&lt;br /&gt;Yeh dard-e-mohabbat sehne do&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe tumse mohabbat ho gayi hai&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe palkon ki chaaon mein rehne do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Either make it or destroy it&lt;br /&gt;Even if it kills me, I will sing your praises&lt;br /&gt;Flying around, the ashes will say,&lt;br /&gt;"Let me bear the burdens of love."&lt;br /&gt;For I have fallen in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Let me dwell in the shadow of your eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ehsaan tera hoga mujh par&lt;br /&gt;Dil chahta hai woh kehne do&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe tumse mohabbat ho gayi hai&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe palkon ki chaaon mein rehne do&lt;br /&gt;Ehsaan tera hoga mujhe par...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You would be doing me a great favor&lt;br /&gt;If you let me tell you what's in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Please let me dwell in the shadow of your eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;You would be doing me a great favor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35223351-2152993861430247415?l=jayspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2152993861430247415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35223351&amp;postID=2152993861430247415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35223351/posts/default/2152993861430247415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35223351/posts/default/2152993861430247415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayspoetry.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-of-my-alltime-favorites.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05214304066793194147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-9pQUGC1E3k/SlQ6roL6U6I/AAAAAAAABWQ/cnSKpI9SUcc/S220/Akshat+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35223351.post-5787548608584819219</id><published>2010-01-30T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T07:35:51.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Pangs of Ulster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The king had challenged all to race against his horses and win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How she wished, her husband would have kept silent and refrained!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had boasted she was quicker on her feat, she had it from within!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now she had to race, to release him, for he was chained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macha pleaded, "leave me now as am about to deliver;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I agree he should have known better not to utter so"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the king was stern. He threatened she'ld loose him forever;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She cried and urged to the men around, but none listened to her woe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due for labour, she was being forced to race with birth-pang throes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She begged him to spare her till she placed the lives within her on this land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the ego wounded king would care not and ordered her on her toes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wriggled in pain and feminity hurting as she readied to race on sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macha, disgusted and vulnerable, set out to race with horses of the king&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She whizzed past them to reach the end of course, and won by clear margin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She collapsed and writhed in pain and her screams on field began to ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were born, a girl and boy on the land, gave name to Emhain Macha, those twins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her howls drained the energy in all men who heard her on field at ulster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She cursed the king and the men, until 'beyond the ninth wave' to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they would be as weak as a woman in her labour time to muster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no strength to fight when it would be most needed and will succumb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time a woman would spend in labour, for five days and four nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would wail your lack of strength when you would need most to defend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The curse prevailed, that she uttered in agony at violation of her rights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her feminity ransacked and exposed with no hand of support that was lent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Medhbh of connacht raided Ulster to capture the bull of Cooley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No man could withstand the rage, sullened by the curse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Titim gan eiri ort", had Macha cursed truly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men garnered havoc upon themselves, that liveth with them even in remorse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"beyond the ninth wave" - It is a traditional Irish concept  meaning 'beyond the known world' found within  ancient mythological texts and stories. MAcha places a curse not only on the men who heard her cry, but their sons for nine generations after. Nine, as well as three, is a commonly seen number in Irish mythology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Titim gan eiri ort" - May you fall without risinge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35223351-5787548608584819219?l=jayspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5787548608584819219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35223351&amp;postID=5787548608584819219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35223351/posts/default/5787548608584819219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35223351/posts/default/5787548608584819219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/01/pangs-of-ulster-king-had-challenged-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05214304066793194147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-9pQUGC1E3k/SlQ6roL6U6I/AAAAAAAABWQ/cnSKpI9SUcc/S220/Akshat+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35223351.post-2147116536929751023</id><published>2010-01-09T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:18:09.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Daddy, do I get my christmas presents as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a non christian living in India like me&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was a revelation since when I was three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have seen the fir trees decorate the church at school&lt;br /&gt;and the beautiful mistletoes catching youngsters drool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew I learnt a lot more&lt;br /&gt;the base values came to the fore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, every mall, park or beach is decorated so well&lt;br /&gt;"Merry Christmas!" you can hear everyone yell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it when my son from school, came running and jumping&lt;br /&gt;He said he got a gift from his teacher, his fists in air pumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the school closed for vacations&lt;br /&gt;They set everyone into these festive sensations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his fifth year now, he knows lot more than I did when I was so&lt;br /&gt;He loves to meet and greet everyone, so excited in the festive tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of one fine day, he came home with a longing tear&lt;br /&gt;and said, "Mom, can we have a christmas tree this year?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want a surprise", he said, "Dad, let us celebrate Christmas too..&lt;br /&gt;We have so many festivals. Like Diwali this is a happy day too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was the truth.. any day to spread love and wishes around&lt;br /&gt;and to say all those unspoken words that could brighten every one they found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we said, "Yes son.. Lets enjoy every time around and every festival!"&lt;br /&gt;He smiled coyly and said, "Daddy, Do I get my Christmas presents as well?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OAAAALStoC8RqrCn1-VnGQhE2E1LXq5PMGOAKOV5EOAYqbmPB4Hqmx9yHlgzo1T0puu6hFL0NdR1ZPK2Cl44a6TnWbQAm1T1UNnpIPCyf16v3Ozs6PtETM8RIC9_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35223351-2147116536929751023?l=jayspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2147116536929751023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-9pQUGC1E3k/SlQ6roL6U6I/AAAAAAAABWQ/cnSKpI9SUcc/S220/Akshat+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35223351.post-3999880150911856756</id><published>2009-12-30T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T04:25:02.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonnet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Twas yesterday when we first kissed, my love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dreams revisit innocence and youth&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest distant memory I view&lt;br /&gt;One instant, an awakening in truth&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of the moment I kissed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sweetness seemed to live within your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Forever will the memory persist!&lt;br /&gt;Enfolded in the magical surprise&lt;br /&gt;Contained within the moment of our kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astonishing emotions filled the air&lt;br /&gt;The universe quite simply disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted, mesmerized yet so aware&lt;br /&gt;Discovering what lovers hold so dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though days have fled and dimmed as stars above&lt;br /&gt;'Twas yesterday when we first kissed, my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35223351-3999880150911856756?l=jayspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3999880150911856756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35223351&amp;postID=3999880150911856756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35223351/posts/default/3999880150911856756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35223351/posts/default/3999880150911856756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/12/twas-yesterday-when-first-we-kissed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05214304066793194147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-9pQUGC1E3k/SlQ6roL6U6I/AAAAAAAABWQ/cnSKpI9SUcc/S220/Akshat+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35223351.post-6515490277356503955</id><published>2009-12-16T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:11:02.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted Forest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murderers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAUNTED FOREST &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 12, 2001 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His hunt was good, his aim straight, with the kill he was homeward bound&lt;br /&gt;As o’er the treetops the screams he heard, found his home burned to the ground His lovely Neha lay beside the well, baby Jia still in her embrace &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Neville lying close by, so still; as from one to the other his eyes raced &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 13, 2001 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With leaden heart and tear filled eyes, he gently stroked them one by one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wept softly as he laid them to rest, in their graves by setting sun &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I’ll get you, damned men of the devil”; he would not wait for break of day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His vow to hunt down these killers, on his shoulders this burden lay &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 14, 2001 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As he lay upon the forest floor, his life seeping slowly away &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He renewed his vow to find them, He would somehow, someday&lt;br /&gt;The cries of his dear children, the screams from his loving wife &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still echo in his heart and mind, throughout his lonesome afterlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 16, 2008 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As a shadowy figure stalks the night, midst timbers tall against the sky &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stealthily peering into the darkness, in his mind Nial still asks, ‘Why?’&lt;br /&gt;All those many long years ago, his family met the wrath of fire &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the hands of murderous heathens, with hearts of evil desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now through the days and nights, though many years have passed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are those, who swear they’ve seen him, eyes piercing the darkness, overcast&lt;br /&gt;Never ceasing his haunting pursuit, he’ll one day find them, vengeance take Turning deaf ears to their mournful pleas, leave them lying dead in his wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 © Jaysvimal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35223351-6515490277356503955?l=jayspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6515490277356503955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-9pQUGC1E3k/SlQ6roL6U6I/AAAAAAAABWQ/cnSKpI9SUcc/S220/Akshat+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35223351.post-6273952972863243068</id><published>2009-12-16T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:22:32.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Unspoken Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Unspoken words left to freeze&lt;br /&gt;Only to leave haunting memories&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because we do not talk&lt;br /&gt;We're geared to run instead of walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tender moments all too few&lt;br /&gt;Unending work we must do&lt;br /&gt;So quickly we grow old&lt;br /&gt;With words of love yet untold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;To hide them in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Isn't kind nor very smart&lt;br /&gt;Words can comfort someone sad&lt;br /&gt;Encourage them and make them glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Of time it only takes minutes few&lt;br /&gt;It's what we surely ought to do&lt;br /&gt;Or we may find, after loved ones go&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken words can haunt our soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;© Jaysvimal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;This poem has got published in the book "Immortal Verses" few years ago and also in Ripples!p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35223351-6273952972863243068?l=jayspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-9pQUGC1E3k/SlQ6roL6U6I/AAAAAAAABWQ/cnSKpI9SUcc/S220/Akshat+015.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35223351.post-8163278799012102792</id><published>2009-12-15T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:36:11.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jungle'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a Jungle out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeroed down, for life, she was lying still&lt;br /&gt;Yelling loud,then she ran, fearing a kill&lt;br /&gt;Xanthippe - they named her, to their heart's fill&lt;br /&gt;Wordbound she fell down, her soul was ill.&lt;br /&gt;Venerous vultures dressed in disguise&lt;br /&gt;Ulterior motives filled in every dime and dice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tender creatures we, they, crushed us like ice&lt;br /&gt;Sensous beings, fried with violent spice&lt;br /&gt;Religated with ropes of burden hard indeed&lt;br /&gt;Quadrels hurled at us, with inhuman speed&lt;br /&gt;Pounding hearts, trembled, no one to heed&lt;br /&gt;Overset with disgust, submitted to their greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder this world has become a jungle&lt;br /&gt;Meandering animals, filled every space and symbol&lt;br /&gt;Love turned to vengence, paid a bitter fare&lt;br /&gt;Killers everywhere, raise voice, did no one dare&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy sprang with no one to care,&lt;br /&gt;It's a Jungle, yes, It's a jungle out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howling foxes, incapable, elected to rule&lt;br /&gt;Growing crime, only to make each citizen, a fool&lt;br /&gt;Foolish followers some, in trance did they drool&lt;br /&gt;Economy drained, running behind a mule&lt;br /&gt;Destructive animals, reincarnated as men&lt;br /&gt;Cannibals like they, exploding from their den&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombing and Firing with no humanity left laden&lt;br /&gt;Arise should the saviour, to hug the sad and gladden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 (Written for the Poetry Idol National Poetry Month.. in response to the challenge to write a reverse Abecedarius, with the theme - Its a Jungle out there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An abecedarius is an acrostic in which the first letter of every word, strophe or verse follows the order of the alphabet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35223351-8163278799012102792?l=jayspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8163278799012102792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35223351&amp;postID=8163278799012102792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35223351/posts/default/8163278799012102792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rahul Bose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wealth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mouthful of Sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glory'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been a while since I posted new poems here. Here are the five natural elements compared to the five earthly elements.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mouthful of Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vast canvases spread around&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful earth as we found&lt;br /&gt;The secrets pleasures all lured in&lt;br /&gt;On the wonder bed we made our Kin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of it universally known&lt;br /&gt;The lack of it brought everywhere a frown&lt;br /&gt;The earthly pleasures it got and dealth&lt;br /&gt;Whatever could that be other than wealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentle and the hearty breeze&lt;br /&gt;As it came sway did the trees&lt;br /&gt;Had it not been for the wind so profound&lt;br /&gt;How could ever the fragrance spread around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nature of it omnipresent&lt;br /&gt;For to rule the world is it meant&lt;br /&gt;Every gap power creeps as wind does&lt;br /&gt;Got to bend before it and not to fuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempting drops from above shall fall&lt;br /&gt;Over the wide earth to wet it all&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for the rain so plain&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes would all gone in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment of the life so fine&lt;br /&gt;As the blood trickles down each vein&lt;br /&gt;If not for this rejuvenator all so vital&lt;br /&gt;How could a man ever live? He a mere mortal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning agog spreading vigor &amp;amp; fright&lt;br /&gt;Lightening the world over all so bright&lt;br /&gt;If not for this Fire ever&lt;br /&gt;Darkness could never be brightened, never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burning urge to acquire&lt;br /&gt;Spreading around like quick fire&lt;br /&gt;If not for Desire, who would ever lead&lt;br /&gt;The path of growth would never succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bounds of the cover known never&lt;br /&gt;Up above a protection for ever&lt;br /&gt;Soaring again up all so high&lt;br /&gt;If only one could ever touch this Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aims we set all so high&lt;br /&gt;To retell ourselves to do or die&lt;br /&gt;The moment of Glory forever in the dreams&lt;br /&gt;For the pride of victory is the soul that screams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is an offshoot many years ago to the title song of the English Soap on DDII - A Mouthful Of Sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth, Wind and Rain and Fire;&lt;br /&gt;Wealth, Power, Blood, Desire;&lt;br /&gt;One goal to live for before we die...&lt;br /&gt;One taste of glory; One Mouthful of Sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35223351-8662039996587314202?l=jayspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8662039996587314202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35223351&amp;postID=8662039996587314202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35223351/posts/default/8662039996587314202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35223351/posts/default/8662039996587314202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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will wake up like I normally do;&lt;br /&gt;Confused by the fact,&lt;br /&gt;That you are laying beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might even&lt;br /&gt;Feel a stab of regret...&lt;br /&gt;For everything that I feel&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were not there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes I thought its time&lt;br /&gt;And accepted my space...&lt;br /&gt;For I know I will never get it,&lt;br /&gt;If I leave it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35223351-6851298510488942616?l=jayspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6851298510488942616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35223351&amp;postID=6851298510488942616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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me&lt;br /&gt;I thought after all why..had it only to be me?&lt;br /&gt;I never truly realised&lt;br /&gt;the depth of your emotions&lt;br /&gt;well, that was then...all those years back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me laugh..You made me happy...&lt;br /&gt;I accepted you as my best friend&lt;br /&gt;yes, You made the me I am today..&lt;br /&gt;Even then I never for once felt&lt;br /&gt;What you were feeling for me at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked about him to you, You never spoke a word&lt;br /&gt;Every word I said to you was true&lt;br /&gt;All you did was to give me that supporting nod.&lt;br /&gt;He came into my life all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;But left me with a heart, full of burden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you around,&lt;br /&gt;why did I for him, search&lt;br /&gt;who did nothing more than leaving me in this lurch.&lt;br /&gt;I knew, seeing me cry, was too much for you to bear&lt;br /&gt;but all you said was , with you , I am there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day,&lt;br /&gt;that was day I realised my friend...&lt;br /&gt;what you wanted to be to me&lt;br /&gt;One so close to my heart..&lt;br /&gt;To catch its pieces when they fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, as with him I was playing my innings&lt;br /&gt;Fate had played its game too&lt;br /&gt;and there you were long gone with someone&lt;br /&gt;who realised your true worth&lt;br /&gt;more than this innocent girl who overlooked you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you could be to me today is all what a true friend can be-&lt;br /&gt;nothing less&lt;br /&gt;your heart would never forgive...&lt;br /&gt;nothing more&lt;br /&gt;your wife would never forgive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;© Jaysvimal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35223351-6468144617044784363?l=jayspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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and just not mine&lt;br /&gt;I threw a tantrum and succeded in celebrating mine that day&lt;br /&gt;then, was i a rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When papa got me a beautiful red dress&lt;br /&gt;i threw it off for blue was my favourite colour&lt;br /&gt;then, was i a rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the full class got thrashed for the mistake of just one&lt;br /&gt;i openly condemned the practise of punishment&lt;br /&gt;then, was i a rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone ventured into computers&lt;br /&gt;I insisted on taking up science&lt;br /&gt;then, was i a rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone wanted me to be a doctor&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted and elected to be an engineer&lt;br /&gt;then, was i a rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone worked all day long&lt;br /&gt;I preferred to stay up late at night&lt;br /&gt;then, was i a rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone kept going out and enjoying late nights&lt;br /&gt;there i burried myself deep into work&lt;br /&gt;then, was i a rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my date wanted to kiss me right at first&lt;br /&gt;All I asked him was to just get lost&lt;br /&gt;then, was i a rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my parents found me a guy to get married to&lt;br /&gt;I fussed and got married to the man i loved&lt;br /&gt;then, was i a rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my beloved wanted to start the family&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stabilize my career first&lt;br /&gt;then, was i a rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my kid never wanted to have food&lt;br /&gt;I forced the child to have its food&lt;br /&gt;then, was i a rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our kids wanted to lead life their way&lt;br /&gt;I felt a thorn in my heart and sulked&lt;br /&gt;then, was i a rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our children left us in the wild&lt;br /&gt;I insisted that we werent alone&lt;br /&gt;then, was i a rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When after my death they would burry me in the cemetry&lt;br /&gt;All i want is to be laid in my backyard&lt;br /&gt;Am i a rebel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of being called a rebel&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it make sense to anyone, no ring on the bell&lt;br /&gt;all I wanted was to live life my way&lt;br /&gt;if only i was let to have my happiness sway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;© Jaysvimal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35223351-115951156032789328?l=jayspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/115951156032789328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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