Smartphone Addiction

If relations had market value,
May be people would start valuing them like their cellphones.
Ain't funny, today, we freak out losing or breaking cellphones
more than our delicate and precious relations?

Some things need to be understood,
as they cannot be spoken,
as they cannot be written.
But, smartphone addicts that we have become;
May be you cannot feel,
May be you cannot hear,
Least, you can read while scrolling,
                              -How about that?

Teri Lat Lag Gayii II

એક નાની બાળકી ની જેમ  
તુ મને રિઝવે છે  દિન પ્રતિ દિન. 
એક નવા રૂપ સાથે  એક નવા  રંગ સાથે, 
ભજવે  ચે તુ એકજ પાઠ ઘણીં  ઘણી વાર . 
ને હૂં  નિહાળું તારું આ મનોરંજન 
એજ વિસ્મયતા, એજ ઉત્સાહ થી 
જેવી રીતે જુવે છે એક વહલી તેની નાની બાળકી ના ખેલ . 
મારી આંખો માનું તેજ ને મુખ પરનું સ્મિત  
છે તારા આ રંગ-રૂપ ના ઋણી.

વિદમ્બંના એ છે મારી, 
તને રાખું કેવી રીતે મારી પાસે ? 
આંખો માં તું સમાતી નથી ને, 
હાથમાં તુ આવતી નથી. 

ભૂલે  કદી ના વિચારતી  
કે છે તું અણગમતી . 
તુ નિરાશ થાઈ એ પહેલાં 
એક નજર આ જરૂખે ફેરવજે 
મળીશ હૂં તને ત્યાં ,
તારા આ દિનના રંગ-રૂપ જોવા.
હા, કોઈ દિન સમાજ ની માયાજાળ માં ફસાઈ જતા 
કદાચ ના બેસી શકું તને નિહાળવા.
પણ તારી અનેક છબી જે મારા સેલફોનની  ગેલેરી માં છે , 
એણે જોઈ સાયંકાળે તને અચૂકપણે મળીશ ખરી. 

શબ્કોષમાં તારું વર્ણન કરવા શબ્દો ખુંટી પડે છે, 
સેલફોનના કેમેરા નો લેન્સ જાંજો પડે છે તારી આ ચંચળતા ને કેદ કરવા, 
પણ પછી ખ્યાલ અવે છે કે, 
જો તારા આ દિનના રંગ-રૂપ ને  ગમે તે રીતે કેદ કરી પણ લવ
 તોહ બાકી ના  રંગ-રૂપનું શું ? 
કરણ કે, તુ તો મને દર રંગ-રૂપમાં ગમે છે. 
એજ્  આશાએ કે ફરી કાલે તુ કાઈ નવું કરે
 ને મને રીઝવે એક નાની બાળકીની જેમ 
તને દર સાંજે ભારે મન થી વિદાય આપુ  છું . 

એ કુદ્રત ,
તને  કરું હૂં સલામ, વારમ વાર ! 

To liberate is to give!

To fly is what i desire,
So be the wings for me.
Love does bind people,
but to liberate is the new to give.
I know you fear heights,
So I shall undertake such flights
And capture those views.
Because when i land,
Be rest assured,
I wouldn't blink my eyes,
until you grasp those views.

Teri Lat Lag Gayee!!!

O Dear,

As they say "A picture is worth thousand words"
I would attempt thousand clicks to capture Your shot,
But for a charming lady like You,
Neither a picture nor word would do justice.


You are a sheer delight to any beholder.
I am sure people have praised you earlier,
But, what is it about You, that i get allured each time?

Be it a dawn when you wake up smiling,
Be it a morning when you shine radiantly,
Be it a twilight when you blush involuntarily,
Be it a evening when you retire graciously,
Be it a night when sparkle delightfully.


What is it about You, that i get allured each time ?


Even on a dark cloudy day when you(sun) peek through playfully,
you seem flawless like a painting smeared with shades of gray and white.
Even on a stormy day when you(wind) sway the world around you,
you seem harmless like a intoxicated girl dancing in a night club.

What is it about You,
that i get allured each time?

Like a mother,
You burst into laughter(sunny) with me when happy,
You shed tears(showers) with me when gloomy.
 Each time,
You welcome me lovingly in your embrace,
And allure me to a sweet paradise.
No wonder, they call you -Mother Nature.

Happily Busy to liberate

Someday, when I would be busy,

Out of your reach

Out of your sight

That’s when I would be set free

In your thoughts

In your heart

And then you would know what “missing” someone is.

I would hate for someone who is close to me 

To tread this path.

But it’s a freedom you craved for

And I would let you have it.

Its when you liberate, the universe embraces you to abundance

Here and There

Howdy!

Hope everyone is in the "pink" of their health. Isn't it strange you think of health when you are ill?
So, its been freaking Hot at my place,  97-110F temperature for 4 days at a stretch. Oh don't give me that eye saying that's normal in India thing! I will bang your head right there.  Its HOT and trust it when an Indian says these two golden words, heat and tan. You can't wrong with those. For proof, i am 4 shades tanner than what i was last week, all thanks to the sun kissed weather, that i barely recognize myself as indian. I feel more like a red or say orange indian.

So, I went to Air Show this weekend. Its a great place to witness "The Men" in uniform. There is something with uniform and girl's fantasy that goes without saying :). If i had the art to sell the curiosity, i would have filled pages about it. So, when i am surrounded with men in blue, white and green (Airforce, Navy, Military) there is an immense flow of joy, pride and discipline in my skeleton that in other places and days would be just a good boy/girl's lookout. Seriously, haven't you felt the same when you are surrounded by such people? I have to admit stars have always fascinated me may it be in the sky, the one my kindergarten teacher gave on my assignment or on the uniform. Ahh, i used to take pride in the increasing # and colors of stars on my Dad's uniform. As a matter of fact, i love those stars on any man, but the feeling of mine ( as my Dad) still outweighs it.  The synchronous march, formulation, salutation, ever longing spirit, mad dash parties, oh boy!!! Just love it, after all who doesn't like dignity, charm and fame? Again, i am the one who gets influence easily, but these Men, make me go woo whoooo!!! So, its a sheer joy to witness these Men even with the skin burning more than the jet bus 750HP exhaust and extending my eyes beyond the 20 degree radar of thunder birds. Oh did i mention, the mimic of Pearl Harbor attack being reenacted was something not to miss.  At this time, i give a damn to the amount $$$ gasoline used for these shows, the pollution created due to artificial bombs and noise pollution. If for this experience, there would drought of gasoline and green house effect  or  some1 gets deaf,  i would still say its Worth IT!!!

I have been to these shows in past, but the company of my beloved friends just makes it a thing to look forward every year. It is in abundance we forget the value of these beloved ones and the quality time we spend with them. I feel nostalgic at the end of such days when am all exhausted and its time to wave goodbye. I just don't wanna stay away from the "wesome" company. Its the charm of friendship, where we join dots out of no where.

This week, i have been mostly focusing winding up my things as i move to a new place next Saturday. Read couple of good Haiku's and other blogger posts that i follow. Sometimes, i just feel, i must read them and forget about putting my thoughts, for their experiences, whines, troubled thoughts make me feel full. Its their whines and lively conversations i feel i have better perspective than when i read books. Again, just my view, book readers, hands up to you!!! Just not my piece of page and read ;) I can't imagine boring my fellow travel mate on flight or Amtrak with an illusive novel and straight face drugged in it, while the mate makes obvious attempts to make some conversation to know me and my fantasies. I can't miss that hall of fame, where people willingly give ear to my outstanding and absolute nothings. I often reconnect with those travel mates, as i am often given visiting cards or contact details after our wesome journey, some have turned good friends over the period and others have just been a lonesome card in the dungeon of my purse. That reminds me, my gregariousness was mistaken by my other travel mate as a call girl last time i planned to travel in general coach while visiting my parents in India. Fun times, well, you know, you can't go right everywhere and with everyone. I had a short panic attack handling the situation, cultural intelligence is something you need to adopt when travelling was my lesson learnt.

i hate luv storys

I hate you for dragging me this far

I hate you for making me fall in love again

I hate you for making me addicted to you

I hate you for putting me to the most peaceful sleep every night

I hate you for making my mornings difficult to begin without your tweet

But amidst all the hatred I still love the way you make me feel when you are with me.

Seasons, People, and Events change for the better. 

But, I wanna hold you as you are, because its you whom I adore. 

Nor someone you were nor someone you can be.