Memory

When a pebble which is struck

somewhere on a rock 

is freed by a stream

it flows in immense pleasure

it gets what it has imagined

but it must realize with the due course

that stream can’t hold it for long

it will be captured by a hard rock some day

and it will crave to meet with the stream once again

it will crave for the companion

for the touch of the drops

which will make its chest wet

and will keep it in its bosom for long

it will love the pebble, the way nobody can

they will part for sure

yes, pebble is alone now

searching on the hovering surface

for another stream to love it

once again !!!

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Chaos

Chaos

Stepping outside the blessed cocoon

might be the biggest risk taken

but who assured happiness without pain

we all are baked in life’s furnace as bacon.

Is it possible we lose nothing but gain

inner echo can’t be heard 

every time you are caged in chaos.

Make a safer life-jacket this time

the sea is wild and deep

you may not find God there

but demon might laugh at you from a distance

this is no time for redemption

everyone is naked in shame 

they all know what crime they have committed 

they will all get punishment

you are on your own in this battle

the upbringing might help

but no longer here

we all see mercy-less world now

have faith and dive deep

yes it is time to run !!!!

 

 

 

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nehasharma2805:

Magnificent !!!!

Originally posted on Leanne Cole PHOTOGRAPHY:

Today’s introduction is actually for a couple, a married couple, the Ryan’s and their blog, Ryan Photography. It has been a strange one doing this, as when you go through their blog you can’t tell whose photos are whose, yet for me, I have more contact with Bren, so I hope I have picked some of her photos as well.  I really first got to know Bren through Facebook, she liked my page and then we became friends there as well.  It is funny how through WordPress you meet people, and in different routes to the ones you expect.

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I think for me one of the things I loved about their blog is their subject matter.  To me the UK means a few things, and the above is one of those things, old buildings, castles.  There are so many photos on their blog with these as the subject matter.

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The True Cost Of War

nehasharma2805:

That’s what going on in Israel !!

Originally posted on Monochromia:

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“Never has there been a good war or a bad peace” – Benjamin Franklin

I frequently drive past this National Cemetery every week on my way to somewhere.   It is almost one mile long by at least as deep of perfectly spaced white marble grave markers and beautifully manicured green lawn.

It is a very hard place to not be conscious of while driving past. Today seemed a little different and I was compelled to go in.  It seemed fitting to pay my respects to these young men and women to whom I have never met, but yet had felt a deep sadness that all of them had lost their lives at too young an age.

More of my images can be seen at – The Visual Chronicle

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Annual report of Punjabi Sahit Sabha Rampura Phul-1973

Originally posted on Random Thoughts:

In 1972, we formed Punjabi Sahit Sabha(Punjabi Literary Association) in my home town Rampura Phul in Bathinda district of Punjab. This is its first annual report which was published in ‘Sardal’ edited by Gursharn Singh playwright from Amritsar in its September 1973 special issue focused on this association. Some creative writings from Sabha’s members were also published in this special issue, which included Atttarjeet, Buta Ram, Ranbir Dhir and mine too!, shall be posting some of the poems and short stories from this issue in next posting.

Punjabi Sahit Sabha Rampura Phul report-1973

Punjabi Sahit Sabha Rampura Phul report-1973

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I am

I am…
It is not that I am not noticeable,
It is not that I can’t be traced,
But those who want to forget me,
Will never search for me
They will never bother to look back
I am that spot which has faded
And will fade with the increasing dark
I am still there and lonely
But I am what they have left behind
I am in their memories for sure
But not in their heart
I am in the sand, in the air and on the clouds;
They still won’t see me
They are too busy to notice something else
It is not that I am not noticeable
It is not that I can’t be traced.

- By Neha Sharma

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