this for my dear frnd vinayak........ the privileged lovers........!

The moon has become a dancer at this festival of love.
This dance of light,This sacred blessing,
This divine love,beckons us to a world beyond
only lovers can see with their eyes of fiery passion.
They are the chosen ones who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of ligh tnow they are the radiant sun.
They have left behind the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers who create a
new worldwith their eyes of fiery passion.

HOPE...hope is the thing with feathers..trust me..!!!

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

mumbai terror

When on Mumbai, terror again struck On the 26th of November, did the crowds knew, that they did be stuckon the streets like a sitting duck.Terrorists, with minds dark and mean Came to Mumbai, with devil's intentions To strike terror, never before seenand hold the city to ransom, unforeseen.People, our own and our friendsfrom lands far away, beyond the seashad been in the city, to make and meet friendsbut life to 'em, did befriend.In the crisis, In times of needOur policemen to the rescue came With hearts brave, to do the good deed.Thou' fell to the bullets, to join the martyr's creed.Our soldiers, beloved and brave To thee, we salute, with our soul 'n' hearts The onslaught, with conviction, your bravedand a major crisis to our country, you staved.To all the martyrs, we stand in silence and pray for your dear souls, In times like this, thou've shown resilence to save many, with your will 'n' persistence.