some quites

“It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important”
mr arthur conan doyle


The most difficult thing in the world is to know
how to do a thing and to watch someone else doing
it wrong, without commenting.
--T.H. White
The problem is, every time something goes wrong,
the paperwork is found in order...
--Walker on NASA

snow

I like snow...

it is something I cannot understand...

always nice to be with...

it always has something to say..

whenever we cross each other's way

where ever it touches...

where ever it rests...



it always has something to say...

a story to tell...

a tale for the road...

she is right

this is not meant to be a song...

of what went wrong...

of what went not what went right...

I thought I was right all the way along...

but is not right but left...

what is left for me to bite the dust...

and pick up myself as

I see hear her voice

telling me...

what u did is right and

what is left is right

she is right...she is right

zhulfo ke peche chehra chup raha tha...
chehra chupa rahe ho hamse...
har pal tum samne nahi ho judai ke asoo roha raha hai dil gamse...
kya ilaj hai...
sulja na paye mein khud ko is ajeeb uljanse...
tumhare avaaj sunne mere hosh tarse...
mere nain tere nain milne ko tarse...

Ashwini

A ll the...
S tars in come together on this day today...
Heaven bows down...
W ishing you Happy Birthday...
I n your life and mine...
N ever before has there been more happier time...
I t all starts today, it all starts today,never to end...

theres a frog staring at the fish in a pond near by...
two sheeps have folded them together to make a cotton ball...
mr elephant stands in front of the mirror...
with rest of the world watches him altogether...
all shapes and sounds meet in this white paper...
with the colors they make a new poem...


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all changes the moment she enters...
its bliss all around when she makes a sound...
every step she takes its makes things fall in place...
her hair dances as she moves...
a star gazes at the twinkle in her eye...
come my sweet child...
I make a playground of sky...
toys from the many moons in the pie...
come my sweet child...
its time to play...
we will make houses from the clay...
come my sweet child...
its time to play...
in my arms you lay...
its not the bed of feather but will protect you in every weather...
come lets play together...

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a man of secrets and passions...
reminded of his times a few vintages ago...
whence he saw a spectacular vision...
she was the every reason for war and treason...
an a aurora incarnated in a mortal soul...
a soul for the man of secrets and passions...
he changed for her and only for her...
to tell her not to go...
he wanted a shoulder to cry his scareness...
to be besides her...
to be with her till all the time the leaves of tree take to fall...