Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Looked for angel ...
you find her by your side
walking with you
every stride...
I was pierced by a thorn...
She came along with a gift...
A rose...
Roses and thorns...
are always together...
she said...
I am the thorn...
Rose is she...

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What can be said? So many things still unsaid
Little child she is with a heart of gold
Try to mould her and she won't
Try to find a friend like her and you won't
so many things behind her smile, one wouldnt know
She will take care of it, One need not need to know,
selfless she is in her deeds, without caring for her own needs
Her conscience crystal clear, havent seen water that clear
Filled with love she is, as soft as a dove she is


Like a rock she stands, supports every decision one might not withstand
--amit kale

I dream of you...as if I have got one...
with your eyes looking into mine...
I making up for the teeth which you have none...
holding you up towards the blue...in my hands...
I try to be as soft as I can be...to hold you...
now I know what is holding a feather...
I carry you around...teaching you every sound I know...
all you do is smile...
smile and smile...
for this smile I have waited...counted the sands of time...
I pray there not be a tear in you eye...
A thorn in your bed...
Let there always be my light with your in your darkest moments...
my voice when you lost...
my cute little breath...
breathe life...
breathe life...


I wondered on the twinkle in your eyes...
I made a promise to myself....
Rushed on to get the heavenly bodies...
thus I invited the stars on the floor...
Alas ...Moon felt alone ...
He wished if he could come down also...
I said I already have one...
what will I do with 2...

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Mathematics is a compression tool, in which an equation says so much with so little.


-- Amit Kale

Everybody falls in love with the thought of falling in love.
-- Amit Kale

Building trust is like climbing a mountain, breaking it is like jumping
down the climbed mountain.
-- Amit Kale.

An optimist is person who sees heaven at face of death.
-- Amit Kale

There is only one thing about life I like, that is life itself.
-- Amit Kale

Patience is not getting disappointed by the disappointments one encounters.
-- Amit Kale

In India, if you are in right lane, then you are on wrong track.

--Amit Kale

Its difficult to mend broken heart but, its impossible to mend broken trust.

--Amit Kale

I am a small random variable in this random process of life, where I don't know my distribution, so I don't know
whether I am heading anywhere

--Amit Kale

I may work slow but, that doesnt stop me from thinking fast.

--Amit Kale


No one in this life is perfect, but in relationship what matters is that the two
of you are perfect for each other.

-- Amit Kale


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its about rain outside now
one can feel the silence before the
thundering clouds
I can hear the birds breathe fast
waiting atlast for the first few drops
to fall on them
make their feathers heavy
their minds lighter than the thin air
which has mingled with the smell from
the very same earth
which gave them birth
its a magic out there
so simple it seems
but it always works
this is how nature works
quietly behind every scene
well directed ...
near perfection


its there
near perfection
just beside my window
If I fail to see
I cannot imagine
what would I be
what would I be
what would I be...If I fail to see her magic spells
her grace in every motion...
her smile in the thunders...
which made men wonder...
and still men wonder on her spells
they are always weaved to perfection
near perfection...
she touches every heart beat...
gives them a reason to be...
if I dont see through my window
what would I be
or
would I be anymore


its about to rain now...
she has come to take away our pain now
she has come now...
she is standing right in front me
I can see her touching the window
I leave to breathe with her
I leave everything
but its really nothing...

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mysterious girl
as you are
a simple boy as I can be
my mind has no imagination
what is going on behind yours
who are you
I dont remember
but alas
I dont remember to forget as well
my mysterious girl
what does it take to make you speak
since you lost you speech
I came to know what it is to freak
speak your mind
speak your mystery
mysterious girl


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mein kya jano likhna kya hai...
ha magar...pad to sakta hoon...
ek kitab pad raha hoon...
jise padne ke liye jindagi ka har lamha bhi kam hai...
us kitab ka har panna tum ho...har labzh tum ho...
har akshar tumhari hasi hain...
tum kya kitab ho tumhe hi nahi maloom...

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Moving my mortal hands upwards to reach the sky...
I bring them together making a shade for ye...
will you take shelter in my shade...
will you never let my memories fade...
I shall make rain even in the sun...with every tear I can pour...
I pour it on every blade of grass you will touch...
your every pain is mine...
your every demon is my god..
your every sorrow is my elation...
come rest in my shade...
there are new memories to be made...

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my eyes are closed...
still I can see you...
in that moment I can feel you...
feel your head poised on my shoulder looking for care...
feel your hand in my hand ...
feel the warmth of our breath...
together in that moment I have lost and found myself many times
all the times...
I just dont want to open my eyes...let it stay that way...let it stay


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ye qatil adayen
kitne ko ghayal kare
hum to ghayal kya
nazarband ho gaye
aap hai khuda ya khuda hain aap
ye nasamaj samaj na paye
ye kya kar diya apne
hum to hosh kho beithe
bas ek nazar bar apko dekh ke
apko dekh ke
chand bhi badalo mein chip gaya
aaj ka mausam bhi badal gaya

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