I
The Taste of Kiss is Love
Remember the moment
When your Mother
First kissed you
II
Kiss!
It's my Coat of Arms
Imprinted upon you
Saying that
You are the Statement of my Life
Copy righted. Right from my PhD thesis
Thursday, 12 June 2014
The Taste of Kiss
Wednesday, 23 April 2014
Thursday, 6 March 2014
It's Easy to Criticize, and how?
Once upon a time there was a painter who had just completed his course. He took 3 days and painted beautiful scenery. He wanted people’s opinion about his caliber and painting skills.
He put his creation at a busy street-crossing . And just down below a board which reads “I have painted this piece. Since I’m new to this profession I might have committed some mistakes in my strokes etc. Please put a cross wherever you see a mistake.”
While he came back in the evening to collect his painting he was completely shattered to see that whole canvass was filled with Xs (crosses) and some people had even written their comments on the painting.
Disheartened and broken completely he ran to his master’s place and burst into tears. This young artist was breathing heavily and master heard him saying” I’m useless and
if this is what I have learnt to paint I’m not worth becoming a painter. People have rejected me completely. I feel like dying”
Master smiled and suggested “My Son, I will prove that you are a great artist and have learnt flawless painting. Do as I say without questioning it. It will work.”
Young artist reluctantly agreed and two days later early morning he presented a replica of his earlier painting to his master. Master took that gracefully and smiled. “Come with me.” master said. They reached the same street-square early morning and displayed the same painting exactly at the same place. Now master took out another board which read -“Gentlemen, I have painted this piece. Since I’m new to this profession I might have committed some mistakes in my strokes etc. I have put a box with colors and brushes just below. Please do a favour. If you see a mistake, kindly pick up the brush and correct it.”
Master and disciple walked back home. They both visited the place same evening. Young painter was surprised to see that actually there was not a single correction done so far. Next day again they visited and found painting remained untouched. The painting was keptthere for a month but no correction came in!
MORAL OF THE STORY
It is easier to criticise, but difficult to Improve! So don’t get carried away or judge yourself by someone else’s criticism and feel depressed. Judge yourself, you are the best judge!
PS: I found this story posted as a comment in a tech site. I felt that it's pretty important. The name of the person posted it is "maverick"
He put his creation at a busy street-crossing . And just down below a board which reads “I have painted this piece. Since I’m new to this profession I might have committed some mistakes in my strokes etc. Please put a cross wherever you see a mistake.”
While he came back in the evening to collect his painting he was completely shattered to see that whole canvass was filled with Xs (crosses) and some people had even written their comments on the painting.
Disheartened and broken completely he ran to his master’s place and burst into tears. This young artist was breathing heavily and master heard him saying” I’m useless and
if this is what I have learnt to paint I’m not worth becoming a painter. People have rejected me completely. I feel like dying”
Master smiled and suggested “My Son, I will prove that you are a great artist and have learnt flawless painting. Do as I say without questioning it. It will work.”
Young artist reluctantly agreed and two days later early morning he presented a replica of his earlier painting to his master. Master took that gracefully and smiled. “Come with me.” master said. They reached the same street-square early morning and displayed the same painting exactly at the same place. Now master took out another board which read -“Gentlemen, I have painted this piece. Since I’m new to this profession I might have committed some mistakes in my strokes etc. I have put a box with colors and brushes just below. Please do a favour. If you see a mistake, kindly pick up the brush and correct it.”
Master and disciple walked back home. They both visited the place same evening. Young painter was surprised to see that actually there was not a single correction done so far. Next day again they visited and found painting remained untouched. The painting was keptthere for a month but no correction came in!
MORAL OF THE STORY
It is easier to criticise, but difficult to Improve! So don’t get carried away or judge yourself by someone else’s criticism and feel depressed. Judge yourself, you are the best judge!
PS: I found this story posted as a comment in a tech site. I felt that it's pretty important. The name of the person posted it is "maverick"
Thursday, 27 February 2014
Deep in the Ocean of Time
Deep in the Ocean of Time
Right into the layers of space
Dwelling through infinite dimensions
There existed an atom
It searched for a friend
Found one to its taste
Lost an electron
Gained an electron
A bond was then formed
It has no name
But there was no worry
For name is but an identification
But see there's some more atoms
And they too did the same
A little bit of sacrifice
For love needs it
Lost an electron
Gained an electron
A bond was then formed
They started dancing
Growing in complexity.
Living things, masses of atoms for they were
Dancing a pattern ever more intricate
DNA and protein
Cells and tissues
Life came
At long last man came
He was the observer
Who measures the universe
Out of the cradle
Onto the dry land
Here it is standing
Atoms with consciousness
Matter with curiosity
Stands in the ocean of time
Wondering
Aye
I, a universe of atoms?
Or an atom in the universe?
Right into the layers of space
Dwelling through infinite dimensions
There existed an atom
It searched for a friend
Found one to its taste
Lost an electron
Gained an electron
A bond was then formed
It has no name
But there was no worry
For name is but an identification
But see there's some more atoms
And they too did the same
A little bit of sacrifice
For love needs it
Lost an electron
Gained an electron
A bond was then formed
They started dancing
Growing in complexity.
Living things, masses of atoms for they were
Dancing a pattern ever more intricate
DNA and protein
Cells and tissues
Life came
At long last man came
He was the observer
Who measures the universe
Out of the cradle
Onto the dry land
Here it is standing
Atoms with consciousness
Matter with curiosity
Stands in the ocean of time
Wondering
Aye
I, a universe of atoms?
Or an atom in the universe?
Tuesday, 25 February 2014
A Poem of Life (Spanish)
Este poema es muy bonito
Representa la vida
amor
odiar y
todo(s)
This poem is very nice
Represents life
love
hate
and
all
PS: The original Spanish poem and it's translation makes the letter F. Making letters with poem is called Alphaboetry
Representa la vida
amor
odiar y
todo(s)
This poem is very nice
Represents life
love
hate
and
all
PS: The original Spanish poem and it's translation makes the letter F. Making letters with poem is called Alphaboetry
Friday, 14 February 2014
New Dress on the Day of Love
She bought me
A new dress
On an evening
With cool breeze
She told me
To wear it
On the
Day of Love
I had worn
As she said
Stood before her
All smiles
The Pant's loose I said
Remember she said
When it becomes tight
Success comes to you
Yes, the pant's so tight
That I can't wear it now
And yes, success came to me
But, you are not here
to celebrate with me
On the Day of Love
A new dress
On an evening
With cool breeze
She told me
To wear it
On the
Day of Love
I had worn
As she said
Stood before her
All smiles
The Pant's loose I said
Remember she said
When it becomes tight
Success comes to you
Yes, the pant's so tight
That I can't wear it now
And yes, success came to me
But, you are not here
to celebrate with me
On the Day of Love
Friday, 31 January 2014
She is as Beautiful as Sin
She is as beautiful as sin
Many have tried to win
Her hand by impressing her kin
Up comes a young man
Driving along in a van
Bringing up with him a large whiskey can
She is as beautiful as sin
With a dimple on her chin
Stood up there with a pin
Moon pales by her side
The gales go away from her wide
And from her, mothers have their children hide
She is as beautiful as sin
Hides herself in a tin
Runs away from her home drinking a gin
She tempts me
With her beauty, see
I am now at her knee
Sunday, 26 January 2014
The Girl Born In The Garden of Roses
Her brilliance was bordering on genius
In reality it's beyond genius
Some called it madness
Some called it sheer divinity
Very few people knew it's exactness.
But whatever others may think
One thing is certain
She was
The Girl Born In The Garden of Roses
Thursday, 23 January 2014
Glampire
/hihi
A Glampire!
As disturbing as a funeral pyre.
Wandering along the roads
In the nights, sucking lives by loads
With no care for any codes
Beauty she was
Now, she is as beautiful as a sin
Tempting men with her charms, and forms
They fell for her in flocks
Lured them into the woods
Made them sit under the hoods
Hugged them one by one
Tucked them into her pockets
And few of them in her locket
Glampire!
Blood it was she want
She is as beautiful as a sin
'Twas the weapon she uses to win
Against the self-control of many a man
Aha! La Belle Dame Sans Merci
As disturbing as a funeral pyre.
Wandering along the roads
In the nights, sucking lives by loads
With no care for any codes
Beauty she was
Now, she is as beautiful as a sin
Tempting men with her charms, and forms
They fell for her in flocks
Lured them into the woods
Made them sit under the hoods
Hugged them one by one
Tucked them into her pockets
And few of them in her locket
Glampire!
Blood it was she want
She is as beautiful as a sin
'Twas the weapon she uses to win
Against the self-control of many a man
Aha! La Belle Dame Sans Merci
PS: Glamour + Vampire = Glampire
/bye
Sunday, 12 January 2014
To Sylvia Plath
Eyeful of tears
Mindful of fears
Are the only arrears
She left
That depressed soul
Created a big hole
By leaving her role
In poetry
That decomposed smile
Melted me for a while
I traveled many a mile
For her
Tuesday, 7 January 2014
Zombies
Not often it is
Easy to erase your memories
Zombies they are... Yes
Attack at weaker
times to make you go into
A cocoon of thoughts
Of your past days
Reeling in nostalgia
It's sad, it's bad. Huh?
Wednesday, 1 January 2014
Ek Niranjan
Decently indecent -
The life of a scamp
Moving like a tramp.
To have his foot prints stamp
On the shore for ever.
He preaches to
Die hard,
And says to
Live it easy.
Like a child
Without going wild
His motto is
A fight for
The right
Without flight
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