Asking for Roses

..and just how many times have Ritu and me read this poem..over and over again!:)

A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but the wind ever closes, Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster; It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses. I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary; 'I wonder,' I say, 'who the owner of those is.' 'Oh, no one you know,' she answers me airy, 'But one we must ask if we want any roses.' So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly There in the hush of the wood that reposes, And turn and go up to the open door boldly, And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses. 'Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-were-you?' 'Tis Mary that speaks and our errand discloses. 'Pray, are you within there? Bestir you, bestir you! 'Tis summer again; there's two come for roses. 'A word with you, that of the singer recalling-- Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is A flower unplucked is but left to the falling, And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.' We do not loosen our hands' intertwining (Not caring so very much what she supposes), There when she comes on us mistily shining And grants us by silence the boon of her roses. Robert Frost

SONGS HAVE A WAY..

a wonderful song....that plays sometimes at wonderful places!


COUNTRY ROADS..TAKE ME HOME!


Almost heaven, West Virginia 
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River 
Life is old there, older than the trees 
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze 

Chorus: 
Country roads, take me home 
To the place I belong 
West Virginia, Mountain Mama 
Take me home, country roads 

All my memories, gathered 'round her 
Miners' Lady, stranger to blue water 
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky 
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye 

Chorus 

I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me 
The radio reminds me of my home far away 
And drivin' down the road I get the feeling 
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday 


love the song!...and ....

..the night..

Was it the conversation of the night,

Or the night of long conversation,

That left me wanting to be this way,

This way, that I cannot explain.

Was it the words that mattered,

Or the silence that flattered,

When time not only moves,

But also stands still on cues.

Life happened, and how,

Everytime it seem, like a

Blessing is bestowed,

How you and me vowed,

Even when around was just a crowd.

Seasons seem changed,

Flowers blossoming for reasons insane,

Smiles that take a while,

To hide and be hidden,

The spark that can seldom,

Be missed or be mistaken..

The night of long conversation and

The conversation of the night,

Reaffirms my faith,

That miracles happen sometimes!!

WOMANLY THOUGHTS..

Looking for a red ribbon the other day, I chanced upon some old stuff that used to be up on my walls in college..and none, I shall declare, have been written by me! though I mostly believe in the meanings conveyed..

To begin with.. about women..

A WOMAN SHOULD...

Be a feminist during her college days,

Be career minded and care oriented,

Play the game of hide and seek with her suitor,

Dare to stay happily unmarried all her life,

Love being a woman,

Buy flowers for herself,

Feel the wind on her face,

Go camping, trekking,

Be bold, be shy,

Trust men, occasionally..

Give that second chance to everyone,

Be romantic,

Get emotionally hyped over nothing, and cool down suddenly.

Go on a diet, yet eat chocolates and ice-creams,

Get high, and stay high on life,

Love her man, and her reflection,

Learn to love herself,

Kiss herself goodnight in the mirror,

Get wild, and tame her tears,

Break rules, lead the dances,

Drive her man’s car,

Run his bank account,

Manage his business, wear fine clothes,

Yet know, he’s a man, and she the woman,

Get flattered,

Wear latest fashion, and wear fine diamonds

For no special reason,

Lay down principles in her life,

Go out window shopping all alone,

Know the way to her man’s heart,

And last but not the least..

Never forget the little girl within! :)

A woman is..

An angle of truth, a dream of fiction,

Shes afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse,

But can tackle a stranger all alone in the house.

Sour as vinegar, sweet as rose,

She’l kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose!

She’ll win u in a rage, enchant u in silk,

She’ll be stronger than brandy,

And milder than milk!

At times she’ll be vengeful, merry and sad;

She can hate u like poison, and love u like mad!

A man can be called ruthless if he bombs a country to oblivion.

A woman can be called ruthless, if she puts u on hold!

Our truest life is, when we are in our dreams - Awake!

The experience of that proverb, is an even truer moment in life to behold. Its only when u sit back and reflect, u feel the happiness of it washing over u, and the sensation of reality, at that moment, is again, beyond words. 

I pray, God blesses everyone, in the same way!

Life happens.. and sometimes, nicely so! :)

 

??

Is it all for real

Or just a dream

A passing thought

Waiting to be caught?

A feeling that exists

Which has often been dismissed

Or is it all, just a mist

Like life itself,

Which decided to suddenly twist.

Is it all really for real?

and the world shall remain behind us!!! 

world cup 2011!

proud to be an Indian!