tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104407932012-02-16T10:42:04.103-07:00The times when silence speaks to me in dreams or in realityAnshiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10076700945644042510noreply@blogger.comBlogger661100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10440793.post-27039937020027865122009-03-06T18:57:00.003-07:002009-03-06T19:19:19.542-07:00

I have not been here in a long time- my blog space that is. I have not had a poem in my soul for a long time now. I don't know why. I come here and read all that I have written and I don't even think its written by me. There is something that is missing, a part of me perhaps? Or a thought? I don't know what it is, but deep in my heart there is a hollow feeling that something does not feel right.I

Anshiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10076700945644042510noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10440793.post-74586195061469902792008-12-16T09:58:00.001-07:002008-12-16T09:58:20.140-07:00

words etch into the heartrhythms make the soul dancemind takes a surreal flightwhen silences speak

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I remember the first wordsthe first stepsthe first lookthe first kissI remember The last kissthe last lookthe last stepsthe last wordsI remember The joy beamingthe passions brimmingthe Ecstasy buildingI rememberThe sadness engulfingthe heart tearingthe spirit dwindling I remember

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the dewdrops on the flower petalsand on blades of the morning grasstwinkling in the rising shineall things look divinedewdrop ,you are born everyday anewfor the seeking earth consumes,the lusty sun evaporates,all that you have to give.yet you live and laughfor the loving trees shelterand the giving flowers nurturemaking you what you are!Dewy

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As I grow older, and as I experience life and relationships I find that I have greater sense of my worth as a woman and who I am as a person.I am more comfortable in my skin than I was a few years or even a few months ago.I also am ready for the next stage of my life and the excitement is just making me twinkle to the core!~I am not restless, but am footloose . I devour each moment in life and

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Every word was once a poem ..every song was on someones lipsbefore it came to yours,every thought came to someone else toowhen it came to you.- Ansh*Wrote this sometime in the summer of 2004*

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Love -such a wonderful thinghas different formsas has flavorssometimes its just this cuddly cuddly feelingsometimes its just a pure form of happinesssometimes expressed as a simple feeling to giveand yet sometimes it just encompasses all your wants- Ansh

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Standing tall on a mountain top Her hair playing with the breeze She looked down at the river brimful That seemed distant as her past The river was flowing smooth Giving no clue about endured paths but one who knows the mountains Understands the rivers plight

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The mind wanders onThe heart keeps seekingThe questions have no answersand the pain no potionThe pain numbs they saidyes it doesIt numbs the sensesAnd then you wonderwhy you are almost dead?

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A wish to run A hope to fly Away from where I am Away from what I am in To somewhere hidden To someplace calm Where people don’t scream And they don’t judge And they don’t hurt A wish to feel the rain On my bare skin A wish to abandon The do’s and don’ts A wish to smell the breeze Sitting in the rain A wish to revisit a time in the past And feel no pain, when I come

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Pondicherry – Much has been written about the place. Some like it; some love it and some find it an ok place. There are some souls who don’t know about it. Fair enough. The regular travelers would write about the quaint little town, with some colonial appeal that is fast diminishing. The foodie traveler would bring home memories of sea food, French restaurants, Pizzerias and Oven fresh bread

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I sought solace and I found it in you I needed a rock and your hand steadied me I meant to cry and you gave me your shoulder and then made a bed of rose petals for me to lie on I looked at the world with narrow eyes the scorching radiance of it making me blink you kissed my eyes and soothed them I could see things differently I feared darkness and you lit yourself up like a candle

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Hurt hurts but heals as wellit feels bad when it is nowbut once its passedits always awesometo see how you went from pain to pleasureand back again

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a sunshine through the clouds, a breeze with the rustle of leaves, a crsip scent of the far away sea, and the deep dark longing of the heart! Ah! man! monsoons are so romantic!

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Awakening desiresstirring EmotionsA touch of your whispersends down a shiverof pleasure and pain.My burning passionsput my soul on fireSubconciously I surrender myselfto your unspoken desires

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The sounds of the raindrops added the beatTo the rhythm of your breath And the night invoked all deep desiresYour breath put a life in the deep hidden firesYou called my name in a soft whisperAnd the wet cool breeze Carried it to me

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Jaan - ek lafz- ya ek naamYa fir ek rishtaDhadkano se dil kaAankhon se khwabon kaEshsas se pyar kaJaan- ek ehsas - ya ek kasakTumhe pane kiTum mein doob jaane kijaan tum ya fir main ?

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The silence was speakingBut was it really speakingWasn’t it my heart hearing,What I wanted to hear?I thought I found the reasonWhy I felt connectedBut the reason nowFeels like treason With my own heart.I did tell youReality will callAnd would entail A perfect fallThe reality did callDidn’t it?

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Intezar unka pyara ho gaya itnawoh aake chale bhi gaye hum reh gaye intezar main

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Unhe khabar hogi kaise gar aap baithe rahenge intezar mainKya pata Unhe bhi intezar hoki mile khabar aapko unke Intezar ki

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I could never understand the meaning of pleasure in pain until I loved and set the love free.I could never understand the pain of freedom until I was free yet wanted to be captivated.I had only read in books that the heart tears apart, until I felt my heart ripping apart, peace by minor peace and I could feel my heart's blood dripping inside me.I never knew ecstacy until I let myself be loved

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khamoshi se is diwani khamoshi ko sun lobhigi si is hawa main bhigi yaadon ko chun lokehna hai bahut agar tum khamoshi ko sun lokhamoshi se is diwani khamoshi ko sun lo

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tere shehar ki hawayen bhi daga de gayimere shehar ki hawayen bawafa thitum hi kehte they khusbu meri leke aati thi tum takmerey shehar ki hawayen jo bawafa thitere shehar main rakhe kadam, bheeghoyi aankhen fir bhitere shehar ki hawawon ne tujhe paigaam na diya!tere shehar ki hawayen kya bewafa thi ?

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O silent breezeYou spoke to me, silentlyAbout the silent loveThat I lost, silentlyO silent cloudsYou flew past, silentlyWhen I cried for my silent loveSilentlyO silent heartYou braved silentlyThe tempest of losing the silent loveYet pound silentlysilent love in silent silence

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All I ever think of is the glory Of a writing that is fineI fail to realise the path of Victoryis always full of acts of braveryI never braved to post a messagethe fears always held me backI can't write to save my lifeno matter how much I tryThe words lie in wait and so do i

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Hare bhare pedhon ke jhurmut main Akhrot ka woh pedhUs pedh pe nanhi gudiyon ka jhoolaKilkariyon ki goonjh main basi hui thi bastiHare bhare pedhon ke jhurmut mainAkhrot ka woh pedhUs pedh pe nahi koi jhoolaBandookon ki goonjh se sehmi hui hai basti

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The black nightThe thoughts blackThe ceaseless thoughtsThe pursuit ceaselessAll in a Black Night !

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aaj sawaal kiya ki jazbaat ki ro main main beh gayi kyounkal ilzaam tha lagaya jazbaaton ko qaid karne kaaaj sawaal kiya ki muhabbat main uski maine, khud ko bhulaya kyounkal Elan kiya tha muhabbat main meri, jisne doobh jaane kaaaj dur se deta hai tasaali kyounbahana dhoondhta tha jo mere paas aane ka

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An evening of judgment it turned to be,An evening of romance I’d thought it would be.Moments of distress I had to liveMoments of love I’d wanted to give.A song of longing now I sing A song of belonging I wanted to sing.What could be, isn’t what isAnd possibly would never be!

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It feels great. Yes It does! To hold a pen in my hand and start writing. There is no plan. Absolutely none. I dont even know what i want to write. I just want to write. But it feels wonderful to be able to just keep writing. Are there any thoughts in my mind as of now? No! not at all!I am just letting the page be filled up and the ink get drained out.Filling up the page with my randomness and

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the birds chirping in the treesdew drops on the leavesthe fresh scent of the breezespring sun shining bright snow clad mountains standing with mightthe river ever flowing with a twist slightthe rain drops dancing pitter patter bees and flowers in a constant chatterand I ponder existence of all things I knew all alongto a distant world they did belongnow all of these seem like a songbecause Love

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She was in a posture which would melt anyone’s heart upon sight. Her eyes were gazing into nothingness, tears rolling down her cheeks, no expressions on her face. One almost felt she was a sculpture, but for the tears constantly rolling down.The tears were her only connection with a world outside her and her breathing, the only connection with life. She was detached from this world’s commotion

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People are drawn together by a certain feeling of affinity, of agreement or of attraction between some part of one’s own nature and some part of other’s nature. At first this is only felt; one sees all that is good or pleasant to one in the other’s nature and even attributes, perhaps qualities to him that are not there or not so much as one thinks. But with closer acquaintance other parts of

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The path is tedious. The task is uphill. I have dreams to fulfill.The heart is devoted. The mind is focused. I have to fit the bill.The rain drenches. The gloom washes away. Go On I will

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After a high on some good music played by the Charminar Band at the Underdeck and some Guzzling of beer, the Gang - Sachin, Anil, Sandy, Annie, Ansh, and Deepthi settled for a Tequila shot. It was Deepthi’s Punishment treat for ditching the girls on a girl’s night out.OK...it was my first ever Tequila. I love food agreed, but drinking is something that I have recently begun to indulge in. The

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Mujh main aur tujh main ,do naino ki bhasha haimere aur tere ,do naino main aasha hai Hum dono ke,do naino ki pyaas haido naino ko aas haido naino main shaam haido naino main savera haido naino main pyar ghera haiHumara do naino main basera hai

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lehren phizool sahil se takrati nahisamandar ki gehrayi se koi paigam leke aati hainbebaak bikhar ke apni thakaan mitati haindo pal susta ke fir sagar se milne chali jaati hainjo khawab dhoop nikalte hi mar jayewoh khawab nahi khwaishen hoti hainKhawab hote hain rooh ki gehrayi mainkhud se milne pe fark nazar aata haikhawab aur khwaish mainAnsh..April 14.Reposte to Max on: Lehron-ka phuzul

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the morning comes with a soft glowmy heart flutters from the memories aflowthe distance that is physicaldisappears by powers mysticalI feel your breath caressing meand your warmth in my entiretyyou call up , i pick up the phoneentering the powerful zoneof a physical distance and yet a presenceof no touch yet a connected senseyour voice soothes me to the coreand some times pains me and my eyes get

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yun hiek din unse baatein kiyun hiunse mulaqaten badiyun hidil ki dhadkan behakne lagiyun hisannsen mehakne lagiyun hidil gungunane lagayun hinazar sharmane lagiyun hiyun hibas yun hi

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i wish i could tell u the secret of life.i wish i could tell u where to seek lightwhen the darkness envelops.i wish i could tell u how not to fear.i wish i could keep my palms under ur feetwhen u have to walk over the thorns.i wish i could always keep my breath close to u,to have u know that i am there.i wish i could wish, one absolute wishand then give it to you.

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purple dreamz.pink blossoms.simple yearnings.raging fires.engaging desireslocked lookson tenterhooksheart aspires.

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Bhigi hui si ek shaammaine suna usse lete mera naampayal ki chanchan ko zara thaamchup chaap jake uska haath liya thaammujhe sunna tha uske dil ka payaamaur sunna tha use lete hue mera naamdheeme se usne kaha fir se mera naamsaanse ruk gayi, dhahkane bhi maine li thaamyeh kaisa payaamjisme bas mera naamaur dil hua uske naam!

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When I was a young I often wondered why Indian women wore sarees. I felt mesmerized and mystified at the same time. Mesmerized for I liked the way my grandma, Mom and most women looked when they draped a saree, and mystified for I marveled at the ease with which the unstitched fabric was able to lend shape and grace to the wearer.I still am fascinated by these six yards because these are not just

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Tender touch of lips after hungry nibblePeace after hours of ripple Finding pleasure in teasing painDoesn’t ever go in vainLying on earth and touching the skyFeeling the body float and flyBashful mornings after loving nightsYearnings after contented desires

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The look in his eyes told that he thought I was wacky.But I did not care. I was beginning to enjoy the breeze. Its touch on my skin seemed to take away my thoughts and move me into nothingness. I felt it all over me and then I felt nothing at all. Standing in the middle of the boat, I opened my arms and let the breeze touch me completely.The sun was blazing, but did I feel it? The warmth that

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And here I am Once again A full circleOnce againOn the same plane Once againLife doesn’t seem to move furtherWhy can’t it be that it moved in spirals? The point where I startedIs the point I am on againOnly older and wearyCrestfallen and teary I am called strongAnd looked up to, with aweI, who faces strong winds, And flaming sunWho drenches in morose rains And Chilly nightsI withstand this and

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My damaged wings I'd heal againand the failed flight I'd re- begin,My silent eyes'd speak like the volcano withinand my strength'd flow like a river unhiddenI may fly close to the ground but I will fly againI won't be impeded after my essence I re-gain

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A tear drop in those dark eyes was about to dropAnd if it did, her dampened eyes would make my heart stopThe scarlet lips were in a curve and about to wail And when they would, my entire being would quail Time came to a standstill.Or I wish it did. A Prayer I sent upwards For this moment to go back or at least stayOne more moment and I would dieFor I could never bear to see her cryThe cherubic

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Are we like the banks of a river coming neither close nor going far ? Are we here just for today standing by each other with no tomorrow? Do we just feel the presence of each other and not the real call to be together? and if we may be the banks with no tomorrow and if we never may be together do we give up on each other or stand by for one anothernow and for ever..!

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if you close that door on mei would really feel emptyof joys i would be devoidso can we just avoidthe clashes of egothat should have melted long agoi say with a tone of love n longingwith a strong sense of belongingplease dont go away from menor in body or in soulbut if you still close that door on meI would really feel emptyon having a notion of love so completefor a man who was yet incomplete*

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In your simple expression of emotioni found a love that is a devotionit cured my wounds by a soft potionof a touch of thoughts as deep as oceanIn your eyes the look I seemakes me shiver as if you r kissing meIn your smile the warmth i feelintoxicates me and i reelyour arms extend and open to meto let me Just bein the deep and and wide of love that is eternity!

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un labon pe dabi dabi si hansiun nigahon main khili khili si khushiun labon pe shabnam si woh namiun nigahon pe nazar jo thamiin labon se hum kuch keh na payein nigahoon se bas unko dekhte jayein labon ki khamoshiun nighaon ki madhoshiqyamat kaise na aaye

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Love is like the SunThat brightens up your dayLove is like the rainTo wash your sorrows awayLove is like the windTo bring freshness, making you aliveLove is like musicPassionate as the river, wild as the boarLove is like a rainbowAll colorful and brightLove can light upEven the darkest nightLove is universalIt’s what everybody will knowLove is also privateFor only "the" one to flowLove is many

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Twinkling eyes Bright smileRhythmic tip toeShe nears and blinds my eyesTiny fingersSubtle giggle Soft whisper“Can u Tell Who This is?” Deliberate silenceMock thinking Cheerful Answer“An angel!”Belly laugh Triumphant tone “No! It’s me”Bear hugSoft kissA silent TearA soft whisper“that’s what you are to me”

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It was all but a moment This life of mineEvery single moment made a lifetimeEvery tear I shed I got as many smilesThe sadness I kept with meThe smiles I forgot

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see what the wind has dropped by...a beautiful morningand ask what the morning wants..a beautiful smile on ur lips.I know for i feel it flowing within me like blood. My love flows for you, is for you and i give it to thee. i do, will do what i have to do, more so for i have the power of love with me

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to be loved is a wonderful feeling , but to love is satisfying.to be loved inflates ones egoto love melts all ego boundariesto be loved is wht everyone wantsto love is wht die hard romanctics do

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The rays of the morning sun say that the day has begunThe sky is pink and glowing and the warmth is flowingThe birds chirping in trees sound like u crooning in to meThe cool breeze flowing in ever so gentlyThe soft touch of you invokes my passionsThe soul wants to mingle in yours

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i cant use big words they feel like swords I am no poet i wud rather be quiet its a big sea i cant stand to loose me Max said i could be a poet, i said No. and this poem followed.

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my soulmate, why is it that one has so much to say and still just cannot say it ? the feeling that flows within me, thru me, all over me is something so pure, so gentle, so wonderful, so powerful. Gives me a power yet unknown to me, at times making me just smile that mystic smile, at times making me articulate and at times making me choke. I always thought love would be a feeling, sweet and

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like dew drops I feel ur moist lips...touching caressing like the morning rays like moonlight i seek your touch ...kissing softly and making me glow And the dark night descends as u hide me in ur cloak the rythm of your heart fills music in my ears and i float

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In your eyes... I see the reflection of the me I want to be... the promise of love, everlasting... the life that could be. In your eyes... I see compassion and trust... the sorrow of uncertainty... the desire and lust. In your eyes... I see the light of hope... the fear of rejection... the words you never spoke. In your eyes... I see the unconditional love... looking back at me... and in your

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Beneath the veil is a face that u failed to see, Beyond the words spoken are feelings that are deep inside me, You never tried to know the woman I was within, The simple warm love that was hidden. It pains me to be unknown to the one, With whom a new journey I had begun. Oh how I wish I could see, The joy on your face to know me

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I wonder when I ponder deep into my heart I find the yearnings and the desires very much my part It has been long since I thought I could be at fault Ages since I delved deep into my soul, my true part Pride I wont give up and ego I haven't let melt Greed is very much me and I never even felt Desirous I am of every thing that isn't mine And all these days I thought I was fine

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and once again, she leaves a smile in the shadows. a touch of light. she flips her wings to be aflight an ordeal it would be but she cares not her plight she dives and flies and takes on the skies, a wishful dream. a virgin night. the sweet solitude of this surreal flight. she touches the night with her silken touch. and she reveals herself in mystic black. a part hidden. and a part held back she

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The doors to this room were all closed, Its chambers working in a gloom untold, Dreams I dreamt of yesterdays, Thoughts of tomorrow never crossed me today. It seems I had ceased to be, Oh! As a blessing you came to me, You opened the doors and let the sunshine in, And told the heart " glow within", The dreams came back to me, The thoughts of tomorrow and a gaze in to the sky, All came back by

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