tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614966783216941502024-03-20T16:41:35.364+09:00Quintessentially AasthaUnder the sun and the sky, like millions of others I too sit and pen my thoughts…sometimes good sometimes not so good... ;)
But every time its me, so all the posts here on will reflect quintessentially Aastha…aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-73802908358814916752016-06-10T11:59:00.000+09:002016-06-10T11:59:53.319+09:00Walking by the river, living through this "life"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When I asked them, they said they know their belongingness,<br />
But they said they don't know the everyday passers by,<br />
Millions pass by everyday, carrying whatever is and was theirs,<br />
One tells the story of how the flowing water in it never returns,<br />
And how it calls it "time" in the other "life", which never looks back,<br />
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As I continue talking, they say you cannot hold both of us,<br />
None of us stops, none can hold us, not her "flow" not her "time",<br />
They talk about how they remain calm, get enraged, smile,<br />
They swell, they go dry under the varying rainy and sunny days<br />
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No birth, no death, no arrival, no departure can lead them to an end,<br />
They grow from self, they never end, they just find an alternate way,<br />
They mother several lives, within the span of one of theirs,<br />
They are worshipped, enjoyed and watched through all their terrains,<br />
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As I keep the conversation flow, I realize "my" life moving through,<br />
I realize the flow of time in life and that of water in the river,<br />
It has been witnessed centuries before and will be for centuries ahead,<br />
Like the rivers flow with no returns, time and life will never have a return :)<br />
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aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-47870921665761092602015-10-16T23:02:00.000+09:002015-10-16T23:02:22.408+09:00"Maple" Talks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Its been almost 3 years I wrote something here, trying to give some life to "Quintessential Aastha" because that's quintessentially me !<br />
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So here's a some talks I had with the Maples lying on my way ;)<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">There lay these maples on my path, narrating the tens of stories of the <span style="font-family: inherit;">feet t<span style="font-family: inherit;">hat just <span style="font-family: inherit;">stepped over <span style="font-family: inherit;">it, </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The<span style="font-family: inherit;">y t<span style="font-family: inherit;">ell<span style="font-family: inherit;"> ab<span style="font-family: inherit;">out <span style="font-family: inherit;">their summer cheers, when the<span style="font-family: inherit;">y collected colors of <span style="font-family: inherit;">passers<span style="font-family: inherit;"> by and <span style="font-family: inherit;">witnessed chirps around, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The weight of the lives, how it made them fall, after holding on for long and how these l<span style="font-family: inherit;">ives <span style="font-family: inherit;">then escaped <span style="font-family: inherit;">hiding from the autumn winds<span style="font-family: inherit;">,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh ! <span style="font-family: inherit;">these conversations may be same everyday<span style="font-family: inherit;"> but they have new shades to them,or may more of them lay in the path eve<span style="font-family: inherit;">ryday, </span></span></span> </span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">There is a way<span style="font-family: inherit;"> they made they say, a way for new tiny <span style="font-family: inherit;">greens </span>to bloom <span style="font-family: inherit;">when<span style="font-family: inherit;"> <span style="font-family: inherit;">the smiles will blo<span style="font-family: inherit;">om on faces of walking souls sidelinin<span style="font-family: inherit;">g <span style="font-family: inherit;">winter<span style="font-family: inherit;"> chills</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh yeah ! It is beautiful it is as beautiful as <span style="font-family: inherit;">the arrival of spring as enchanting as the bells of <span style="font-family: inherit;">Christmas</span> me<span style="font-family: inherit;">lting the frozen winters<span style="font-family: inherit;">.</span></span></span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> </span></span></span></span></span></div>
aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-45134769115518506452013-01-31T09:55:00.001+09:002013-01-31T20:58:10.248+09:00Just it’s Everyday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Standing by self at the edge of every cliff<o:p></o:p></div>
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Walking with my people on every road of life<o:p></o:p></div>
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Painting the beautiful tomorrow with the brushes of today<o:p></o:p></div>
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Breathing with every breeze that blows across<o:p></o:p></div>
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Feeling the warmth of the sun in sky's arms<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cherishing the works of Mother Nature each day<o:p></o:p></div>
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Writing the stories of today for reading tomorrow<o:p></o:p></div>
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Pocketing the learning’s of each day in the mind<o:p></o:p></div>
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Collecting the joys of today to open the bundle tomorrow<o:p></o:p></div>
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Loving thyself and thy loved every moment as it passes by<o:p></o:p></div>
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Praying for another day to grow penning the story of
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That’s how life is walking, going, running each day, <o:p></o:p></div>
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No holding just letting it flow and flowing through each day!!!<o:p></o:p></div>
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aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-72547498087838381272012-12-18T00:02:00.001+09:002012-12-18T00:02:20.847+09:00The wings are mine <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I had them small, I had them and just had them here,<br />
They were nurtured, they were taught to open up and fly,<br />
I fluttered them with all my efforts, to take a flight<br />
I flew, I fell, I tried and learnt to spread them wide<br />
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Now I take flights up and high, I take flights across my dreams<br />
I know where to come back from, I know where to touch them all the way<br />
I know my tender nest awaits, I realize the strength that fades away<br />
But as I say, the wings are mine, to spread on the rainbow lanes<br />
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The wings are mine to reach the skies, they are my dreams awake each day<br />
The wings are mine to fly till the rainbow hails my skies all along<br />
The wings are mine to rest in the nest at each dusk to wait for dawn<br />
The wings are mine to start a new way, with each dawn kissing my horizon.<br />
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aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-37067206251771436162012-07-29T12:33:00.003+09:002012-07-29T12:34:38.771+09:00A Tribute to Time !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
At times you are winged and fly away,<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx941VAG9RBobnRZtnep3uf4ySu18O3rPl3fn1dz8vW3AsehSQ4rrPop262vpBydGaktsDwyBUNE6ladNl4FXpPfdw9L6MQUDNTTKpmEHzusxPcYFDHT663Wvkfsd4QfG-H7KD6_ecv4c/s1600/time-flies.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx941VAG9RBobnRZtnep3uf4ySu18O3rPl3fn1dz8vW3AsehSQ4rrPop262vpBydGaktsDwyBUNE6ladNl4FXpPfdw9L6MQUDNTTKpmEHzusxPcYFDHT663Wvkfsd4QfG-H7KD6_ecv4c/s320/time-flies.gif" width="320" /></a>Sometimes I wonder how you are the biggest healer,<br />
You are the one who comes back as memories,<br />
You are the reason behind the <span style="background-color: white;">smiles and the tears.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">You are the companion of us, more than ourselves, </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">You are the power to define death and the birth,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">All times each conversation revolves around you,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">You are the time to hurry up and the one to relax.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">You are part of all jokes, you are form all philosophies,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">You are the weakness of the man, you are his strength,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">You are a shapeless, formless driver of this earth,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">From the formation of the universe till its end, you hold it on.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">You are the right times, wrong times and testing times,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">You are the past, present and the future of us, </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">You are the science, no virtue and no theory,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Dear Time!! All times everywhere its your story !!!</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGp93bbcBL8NFEuzCofptJey7a_NUGnSyAbK6ORWzMxo57uMUwYgO9UniNDIb-3p0JTnL_3-qBGiUdd2MVy49A1Gof7Le93NaVNt6jN8-WeDRTwcn-5eexRN7exxdKTCjO3ivIhTJrzKM/s1600/IMG_0419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGp93bbcBL8NFEuzCofptJey7a_NUGnSyAbK6ORWzMxo57uMUwYgO9UniNDIb-3p0JTnL_3-qBGiUdd2MVy49A1Gof7Le93NaVNt6jN8-WeDRTwcn-5eexRN7exxdKTCjO3ivIhTJrzKM/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" width="320" /></a>Sooner or later but I have lived upto my dreams,<br />
Like a bird measuring the sky, is the limit set for them<br />
When their wings droop, the shade of thy womb rewinds again<br />
Brakes are put, breaks i take, but the sips of water breathe air<br />
the feelings of success may not be the happiest but are happy<br />
The surrender to almighty is thy meaning of each dream<br />
the tenderness is hidden under the nutty shell<br />
that smile is half a mile longing for the race<br />
the time is going to knock..when the wings will take the flight.<br />
My wings I will spread..holding my dreams knocking the sky<br />
No arrow no launcher..will catch the eye..when they will fly<br />
</div>aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-87890216746437603922012-06-09T17:04:00.002+09:002012-06-09T17:04:38.133+09:00No Answer I have<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC4MO-hFSvjevUe-DRWJyPvloaXXzZ0TP8ZsRRt2xMYyyJYA8le0AkgAyzWdAvBMimz6IWAyu_Fr0Fr2GiXfXBYH0afELYzlNEjQrECfwOwAl2Nlfet9zsyNFwPmiMffC2q2pkBOjXtko/s1600/IMG_0490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC4MO-hFSvjevUe-DRWJyPvloaXXzZ0TP8ZsRRt2xMYyyJYA8le0AkgAyzWdAvBMimz6IWAyu_Fr0Fr2GiXfXBYH0afELYzlNEjQrECfwOwAl2Nlfet9zsyNFwPmiMffC2q2pkBOjXtko/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #009900; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;">As the pinks of spring drain in the streams, </span></div>
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<span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;">The sun shines cheering all the greens ,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;">As the burns become too many, the droplets come down,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Appeasing and calming the blisters of the warm walks</span></div>
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<span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;">The colors are soon added with the brights all around</span></div>
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<span style="color: #009900; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;">But are a preface of the quietness of white knocking soon.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheA8Wnwnw1iWR4nSTFRz5FwfqcthJVlAOSgIlxG1HVmqhUqCyZaCaCxnMyZjp26hKj-J-fvnF7n7oi8GyitLm1uFn0fq36delWA9k6-dTW2Rf97vOFyqVNxgQSFnRJcUDFoSTRYOiF5hA/s1600/DSCN1075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheA8Wnwnw1iWR4nSTFRz5FwfqcthJVlAOSgIlxG1HVmqhUqCyZaCaCxnMyZjp26hKj-J-fvnF7n7oi8GyitLm1uFn0fq36delWA9k6-dTW2Rf97vOFyqVNxgQSFnRJcUDFoSTRYOiF5hA/s320/DSCN1075.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;">As my pen moves across the lines, thoughts cloud my mind</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;">My heart realizes and sorts so many answers all together</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Asks when you know the seasons change for a reason too big</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Why do you shy away from the autumns and summers</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Why not pedal harder towards the spring each time !!!</span></div>
</div>aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-71317298932092327562012-05-01T16:49:00.001+09:002012-05-01T16:51:14.568+09:00An year in the beauty Land - Japan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ibn7GVVJlgNtB677hVpDPV7ksHTfIo3W5Oy_8nkdx5uR7iyDIsSr4-xc052dKnCPMmbOloUkbuSHbiGKjpTR4HbdopyShVPhGsy-vSZtwTm5v9t58O7ooCC-trJCyn33u53Z-lm_qJE/s1600/IMGP4703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ibn7GVVJlgNtB677hVpDPV7ksHTfIo3W5Oy_8nkdx5uR7iyDIsSr4-xc052dKnCPMmbOloUkbuSHbiGKjpTR4HbdopyShVPhGsy-vSZtwTm5v9t58O7ooCC-trJCyn33u53Z-lm_qJE/s320/IMGP4703.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Time is a stream, one can never hold,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Life changes in seconds, one can never realize,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">One can never peek into the destiny's bag,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">What comes next, what's best I never knew,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">It's a tide, that swayed me miles across,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">When the eyes opened, I had a smile travelled,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">An experience of lifetime, a turner to me,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">An answer to my prayers, friends for future,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">A life teaching me for a better tommorrow,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">A place </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">that made me its from heart,<br />A land which is my second home,<br />A big thank you for letting me be in your land - Love u japan !!!</span>
</div>aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-62505135688315076952012-01-16T22:59:00.001+09:002012-01-16T22:59:21.936+09:00The Snowy AizuMornings are blessed with the white petal shower<br />They are all sent from the heaven with lot of power<br />The winds try to take them away, and a game they play<br />Watching them create a beauty my eyes on window lay<br />At times the earth sips them in and awaits more<br />At other times cuddles them and says send some more<br />As my hat turns white so are the hats of all huts around<br />My face blooms as the falling petals come to my hands<br />The beautiful formations of icicles take my breath away<br />The trees have turned their leaves from orange to white <br />The grounds is adamont to let me put my feet firmly on it<br />The rice fields are sowing ice now,like the carpet over them<br />The woods I see on the hills are now all white<br />The pearls kiss my umbrella as I walk to admire the angels<br />I bid them a smile, as I see another color out of their mother's brushaasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-50914589373691267912011-09-18T08:58:00.003+09:002011-09-18T09:06:46.095+09:00The feltAmongst the ring of fires across the pacific<br />Lies a beauty land full of peace and serenity<br />A smile and gratitude bows to greet you<br />A humble heart,ready to help eases you<br />The nature dawns each day and dusk beautifies it<br />No brown highs of Himalayas but plenty green bears<br />The white old grandpa rests and walks across them<br />And I capture it my eyes and heart each day<br />Beneath the roads the water gushes hail my heart<br />The beauty of streams stars each night<br />On my bike I trod along the roads<br />To feel to breathe and date god's land<br />I reached this wonderland for a purpose<br />But each day it's adding to my life's purpose<br />Just looking at the moon tonite, to heavens above <br />It's a message sent "arigatou gozaimsu"aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-27369854344646720572011-02-16T19:40:00.001+09:002011-02-16T19:43:28.321+09:00A chirpy little in the nestInspired by a Friend's daughter :)<br /><br />The hay is laid with efforts of days, the nest is in place<br />Ma and pa both rest and nest their hopes everyday <br />The warmth of a mother on the egg laid is most warm<br />The first crack, chirp is unmatchable, it smiles to world <br />That smile and the heart sink is a diamond that sparkles<br />The beak to feed, the feathers to cover the cold is only one, <br />The feathers grow, the flocks in the nest flow, and smiles go wider<br />The lessons to touch the sky, the lessons to feed thy way linger around<br />The little feathers flatter themselves and the beak touches the grains<br />And then a flight paves a freedom to build another nest.<br />The nest again nests with four feet and no egg,<br />Ma and pa recall the days when the beaks fed the hungry kid<br />The rain came and went, the winter came and went <br />They shed their age like an autumn wave across<br />But the still smile over the hatched egg like a blossoming spring.<br />That’s what we call love, its love in the nest and our lives. <br />One nest from another, one life to another we move acrossaasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-4635950846436435302010-09-26T14:43:00.004+09:002010-09-26T15:24:48.109+09:00Just like the perfect Day!!!To walk like the breeze making its way,<br />To smile to sketch the rainbow across the sky,<br />To dance like the peacock in the rain,<br />To talk like there is and will be no pain,<br />To spread smiles like today is about to drain,<br />To rise as the first mountain to climb,<br />To clap as if to acknowledge the nobel,<br />To study like the second Einstien is here,<br />To pray like the enchants have no rest today,<br />To think wonderfully for no thoughts in the day,<br />That's like one day my perfect day to live:):)aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-32614745451832030012010-08-24T04:10:00.000+09:002010-08-24T04:11:20.598+09:00That’s WhenWhen a tear rolls down with a smile wide across<br />That’s when you say it’s the true happiness<br />When you say I am alright after the accident<br />That’s when you are actually hurt<br />When an artist moves to make a new piece<br />That’s exactly when he overlooks a masterpiece<br />When a doctor says I will try my best <br />That’s exactly when he will actually put his best<br />When a father leaves on the way, your hand <br />That’s exactly when he wants you to stand<br />When you think God’s doing all the bad<br />That’s exactly when the bright future distracts him<br />When a mother says nothing to you <br />That’s when she actually stands by you foreveraasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-51802012477134926742010-08-07T14:24:00.001+09:002010-08-07T14:26:55.704+09:00Good Day<span style="font-style:italic;">Each day I wake up to wish the morning sun, to meet the fresh air, to pray to almighty,<br />Each day starts to make a bright sunrise and a beautiful sunset, that’s life everyday,<br />But there are clouds to tone down the sun rays, to pour down a bad day, <br />That’s just another hour of life, which lets you put feet in water and still feel the ground<br />But there is always an umbrella to hold, to escape the rain of a bad day,<br />There are people who experience and then still smile and enjoy<br />Another mile down the life lane, I feel what I pen down next,<br />Not always the rainbow appears after rain, but the hope to see it is always there,<br />That’s the strongest will to take your own cover in a thunderstorm, <br />Every step on the road, every step of staircase, every drop of rain all say something<br />They tell me to learn and all these learnings shape me everyday<br />And yes they keep me in cheerful shape of heart and mind,<br />And In return of this everyday I start and end my day with a smile, to meet the next day<br />So it’s a Good Day !!!<span style="font-style:italic;"></span><br /></span>aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-71136831911349140072010-05-16T23:52:00.001+09:002010-05-16T23:54:47.203+09:00Some Thought of the DaysThese are some TODs that i write everyday which were there in my pocket penned... <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">REST WILL FOLLOW SOON :)</span><br /><br /> 1. Either self decisions should be good or time better so even if decisions are bad, time compensates them :) <br /><br /> 2. Life is a pianist who discovers our life’s tunes <br /><br /> 3. Joy rings in happiness <br /><br /> 4. Attitude and Altitude both come from Mind ;) <br /><br /> 5. An “ I can” attitude spells success<br /><br /> 6. Meditation is to station your thoughts<br /><br /> 7. Every future moment becomes a special moment when is becomes a past moment<br /><br /> 8. right actions@right choice bear the “Desired” fruit ;)<br /><br /> 9. Every tick of clock is a needle that pricks you towards your goalaasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-37732806054070701212010-05-09T03:19:00.001+09:002010-05-09T03:20:37.083+09:00MaStErPiEcENeither a writer nor a painter nor even a sculpturist,<br />But yes I wish to make a masterpiece like every artist<br />Thoughts come and go, leaving me alone,<br />Paper in my hand turned round and cone,<br />Yes, but like that wish of uniqueness in my mind,<br />It’s all there but nothing of its kind<br />Days pass, colors added to the home yet to build,<br />What could it be, that would be one in field,<br />Thought, thought to use the brush in red & yellow,<br />But so poor at art that couldn’t paint it shallow<br />Just brushed the papers with yellows, blues and greens<br />The reds, greens as if mixing my life’s keens<br />So idea dropped alas, but my realization spoke,<br />Yes this is the masterpiece you desired<br />It’s made before I got tired………...aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-10578066579695474722010-03-12T02:22:00.002+09:002010-03-12T02:25:21.766+09:00The Woman<span style="font-style:italic;">Here’s my definition of a woman :<br /><br /> <br /><br />Woman is like a bird <br />Give her wings, she will measure the sky<br />Cage her, she will quiet(en) but never exhibit<br />Love her, she will earn you bread without tiring<br /><br />Mother her, she will nurture your children,<br />Partner her, she will build “our” nest<br />Poke her anytime, she will always return with a smile<br /><br />Hurt her, she will shed a tear but never retort<br />Hurt her loved ones, she will beak you out<br />And nevertheless, she will rise every day before sun rises <br />She will rise higher after every sun set in life </span>aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-52659124173733232009-03-25T01:50:00.000+09:002009-03-25T01:52:14.849+09:00The Different Me………Unlike others around, I am,<br />Like them, I am a human,<br />The road I take, is never clear,<br />The path I choose is never right,<br />But still I know, I 'll reach there.<br /><br />People reach early, because of Means,<br />Some shatter my dreams, my hope,<br />Some my smiles and some me,<br />Still i know when I 'll stand in the court above,<br />I will be justified but i know,<br />Small and big crimes i have made,<br />All those lay on me a grey shade,<br />But I am sure my colors wont fade.<br /><br />Like every bird I’ll learn to fly,<br />Then the world and me wont ever shy...........aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-3243890941230455272009-01-18T22:59:00.001+09:002009-01-21T23:11:03.675+09:00WaLk WiTh MeAs the morning dew kisses the grass, and my shoes cut their way through these pearls, I get the fragrance of life entering through the horizon. A few miles ahead I see more hands welcoming life as it grows old by another day. The child in her mother’s lap cries away the night blues. The dim lights in houses become bright and pressure cookers whistle away the morning alarms. As I turn for the second round at the edge of the road, the footpath withdraws its dollops from all the night refugees and they walk to wash their tiredness in the hand pump gush. <br /><br />I talk to myself humming my favorite “everything I do” , I say my life is tougher, harder, the times aren’t good, nothing’s going my way, and I hit a stone, then I say oh this was the last thing I expected to happen. As I stepped an inch I see a small kid taking his place on that stone with a hard slice of bread in his hands. I quietly look ahead and move. <br /><br />As I keep walking the cool breeze kisses me over and over. And I continue with everything I do and as I am supposed to cross the main road, a mob on cycles race towards me, and I am scared and murmur “hell, all of them had to come on the roads together”, as they leave my way I reach across the road. After getting ready I pick my lunch and bag kept side by side on the table and shoot a bye in the house as I jump down the stairs twice as fast I climb them. Then I step in the bus and place my baggage on the seat next to me. As the bus horns through the road I count on my pending works, morning greetings to friends. But the neighboring window gives me support and takes me outside the boundaries of my conventions.<br /><br />I see the traffic personnel, waving his hand one-two-three-four in all directions, cars breaking queues and buzzing to race ahead together. I see the foot markets decorating the morning.<br /><br />A thought ponders over me, their life is tough or tougher, is that they wanted by choice. I say to myself, do they matter to me, some unknowns on the walk of their life. But I question this, and say doesn’t the walk of life criss-cross the roads of life. Yes they do. Because not everything we do is for somebody but most of it is for ourselves too. At these crossings in the walk I take, I learn that time is the most powerful, neither do I want to murmur in the morning, neither the traffic personnel wants to exercise in the pollution of cars and people, neither the swarm of cycles want to remain cycles, neither the child wanted to earn a stale piece of breakfast on the stoned dinning table. Neither do the foot path dwellers wish to enjoy their cushions on the street. It’s just that they and I haven’t been able to pursue time to walk with me. <br /><br />At every step of life, if time walks with a person, their life turns at 360 degrees, for his/her benefit. “The charm of those times” can easily coin what those days will mean. The request to time to “walk with me” carries along with it, the hard work to call upon time, the truth of the labor. And yes the destiny of the “person”. If only for sometime time walks with me, even then it can infuse the strength of walking with it for the rest of my life. This is a wish I found in every soul I saw in the walk of my life.aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-67346514926913747262009-01-08T02:38:00.000+09:002009-01-08T02:39:18.456+09:00For You My Mali ;)Now let me put it straight here, this one is a forced post, a gift demanded by my friend Malvika Gaur, whom I unfortunately met during MSc days, uff. I was the first one to comment on how snobbish and boyish this girl is weird and one of a kind. Best was that I never knew I am the one who’s going top her list of Friends (Forbes recognizes icons, she recognized a diamond). Believe me I am still stuck there, in spite of my continuous efforts to come out of it. <br />Anyhow, would say she is lucky. She is a joker disguised as undertaker or a guy disguised as a gal. Oh ho!!<br />Before I write stuff to get killed, tired from the office, here are 10 points to live life queen/king sized from us or you may credit her afterwards. <br /><br />1. Girls are girls they will always think, let’s think less, and work lesser.<br />2. Guys are guys they will always drink; let’s drink more, and more.<br />3. Everybody has time to interfere in others business, but lets take time to mind our business.<br />4. A flower a day keeps your friend happy and hay.<br />5. Life is short; let’s make it long, let’s run from home.<br />6. Sun rises in east sets in west; be it anything we are always the best.<br />7. Dogs bark, cats meow, but we are pigs lets grunt.<br />8. Every girl is following trends, lets be trendsetters, let’s stop shopping.<br />9. Everyone gives a smile, when we meet let’s give them a sunshine smile.<br />10. Everybody wants to live peacefully, let’s tell them noise cleans your ears.<br /><br />And after learning these wonderful points I am still alive, happy and smiling and working too. Partying and thinking for a change.<br /><br />Don’t think I killed her, she’s too alive.<br /><br />Today is her birthday and she is turning 23 old age you see, so my aunt, this is all for you. That I have to say!!aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661496678321694150.post-51567218565468172032009-01-01T17:15:00.000+09:002009-01-01T17:18:05.199+09:00I Picked It Up and It Turned Around<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="font-family: lucida grande;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cdell%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal">It’s my first writing that is thought and written, so don’t really know how well it will come out. But I am just trying to put my thoughts together.</p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal">It’s an irony that I have faced all life, at least I think so, whenever I have chosen something keeping something in mind either that thought has changed or the thing I wished to get has changed. Don’t know whether other people have also faced the same or not. But I really feel that you always get what you deserve and what is the best for you. And we just do not know what’s right for us at any given point of time in life.</p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal">Here it goes:-</p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal">I went to buy apples in market, counted a dozen, </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">But as I turned around the apples turned to oranges,<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">I wondered but then realized it’s what I like years down the line</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">I went to the library to read a novel, picked up one </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">But I turned around to see a notebook in my hand,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">I wondered but then realized it’s my base years down the line</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">I went to become a scientist, worked day and night</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">But I turned around to see myself as an engineer</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">I wondered but then realized it’s a learning for me years down the line</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">I went to meet life to start a new life, I said yes once</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">But as I turned around it turned away from me,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">I wondered but then realized it wasn’t my cup years down the line</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">A thought comes to my mind, why they turned this way,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">But then another thought told me, it was the best chosen for you</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">It’s just that it was thought for you before your realization came,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">I wish to meet a joyful life, so picked my choice</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">But I wonder if life could listen, I do not want a turn here</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: lucida grande;">No orange not notebook would do, just the best for me.</p> aasthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05643816342806577174noreply@blogger.com12