Is it the calm of an endless ocean
or the solitude of that cloud in the sky
Is it the sound of a river
or the lightning in the sky
Is it the droplet on a petal
or the wings of a butterfly
Is it the yellowness of the first ray through that tree
or the pinkness of the twilight sky
Is it the wetness of the snow that clads the mountain
or the thirst of the desert sand
Is it the lushness of a green jungle
or the crumble of an autumn leaf
Is it the first cry of a new life
or the relief on the wrinkled face about to say goodbye
Is it the begining of a new era
or the end of an age
Is it about reaching out
or connecting within.
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shabaash mere sher....phod diya..
i think its one of the best things i have ever read after mr kipling and tagore among others. thats all i can lie bout. actually i was paid for this.
that was fantastic and true masterpiece. keep it up. best of luck.
kumar saurav(2k3 ce 431)
hard to believe that u can write with such depth,but it's nice surprise & if its like that than capatilize over it.
with best wishes
Ashish Kumar Singh
all i can say is that to me it looks like a collection of contrasting sentences and if that is poetry all the best buddy
hey good attempt.. i liked it.. please continue, there is a lot in ur head to write.. talent to hai hi chore me!!
Mubarkein, now I am a proud neighbour of a budding poet.
to diptendra
the honour is mine.
Simply Beautiful.
The innocence and the emotions that you've poured in are worth appraising.
I think its about reaching out, after you discovered yourself within. Cause once your inner perceptiton changes, beauty colours everything around you.
Nice.
~
Shriyaa.
to shriyaa
well thanks once again for liking the poem. u r actually the first reader who has left so many comments without any of my torturing.
and yes i just saw ur journal..a really awesome collection of pictures there.
ha haa! well you didn't torture me, but my dad surely did..! he was so highly impressed with you that he kept poking me to just have a look at your blog.. and after i had a look, i never needed the further pushing. I appriciate the flow of your thoughts, the simplicity and the nothingness that surrounds your mental state. It is this 'nothingness' that nurtures an artist. and eventually fron 'emptyness' this void around his mind becomes his very own little world.
as for my journal? well its a set of creation of sketches more than a collection i must say :)
Armm.. a formal introduction seems a bit awkward after those little words that we shared.. yet..
I'd be Shriyaa, Sanjeevji's daughter.. he kept talking about you.. indulging the curiosity within me, to discover this potential being that lives in some corner of this holy cosoms just like a few of us here..
i guess bohot jyada ho gaya.. lol..
Keep Writing..
there would always be someone at the other end reading it..
Amen.
~ Shriyaa.
to shriyaa
nothingness void emptyness..i guess all of this is too heavy for me understand let alone digest..smile.
but i hope u were saying something positive there..so thanks for that.
u said creation of sketches..did u sketch all that ??
and i guess i'll skip the introduction as u already know everything.
armm.. yea.. i encounter that "Whatever" thingy whenever i comment a lot...
but meant to say its all good.. :)
armmm.. yes, i did sketch them out myself...
to shriyaa
u r a genius lady..although i dont know much about sketching but whatever i saw there was outstanding.
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