Sumegha Gupta | Lovely Clouds

Kashmir belongs to ?

2010-09-27T01:44:00.001-07:00

An ingenious example of speech and politics occurred recently in the United Nations Assembly that made the world community smile.
A representative from India began : 'Before beginning my speech I want to tell you something about Rishi Kashyap of Kashmir, after whom Kashmir is named. When he struck a rock and it brought forth water, he thought, 'What a good opportunity to have a bath.'
He removed his clothes, put them aside on the rock and entered the water.
When he got out and wanted to dress, his clothes had vanished.. A Pakistani had stolen them.'
The Pakistani representative jumped up furiously and shouted, 'What are you talking about? The Pakistanis weren't there then.'
The Indian representative smiled and said, 'And now that we have made that clear, I will begin my speech.
'And they say Kashmir belongs to them"

this is for you honey :)

2007-11-03T10:35:00.001-07:00

Your touch is with me always,
It’s burnt into my skin,
As soft and warm as sun rays
When a summer day sets in.

Your soft voice never silent,
It’s forever in my ears,
Serenading every moment
And calming all my fears.

Your arms always enfold me,
The strength of angels wings,
They support and protect me wholly
With the safety a true love brings.

While I can never repay you,
For the wonder you bring to my life,
I can forever be true,
And forever be a true wife.

i wanna grow old with you ( A song every guy must sing for his love )

2007-05-06T12:37:00.000-07:00

I wanna make you smile whenever youre sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you

Ill get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you

Ill miss you
Ill kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold

Ill need you
Ill feed you
Even let ya hold the remote control

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed if youve had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you

BUT IT RAINED

2007-05-06T12:28:00.000-07:00

BUT IT RAINED -

Wrapped in a polythene tucked away safe in my mind
A little goodbye maybe or just a passing smile

The birds fly away to the southern sky searching a home
A bunch of paper flowers or a little boy left all alone
Can somebody hear me I'm screaming from so far away
Morning who will calm you now, the evening is eclipsed again

Well does life get any better
More yesterday than today
How I thought the sun would shine tomorrow
But it rained . . .

They justified the cause for which Daddy might give up his life
It's been so long, so long a time, still I miss Daddy at night
The ache is long gone but the never keeps staring along
The waters in the seas are high
and all the sand castles have drowned

Well does life get any better
More yesterday than today
How I thought the sun would shine tomorrow
But it rained . . .

You Took My Heart Away

2007-02-15T06:55:00.000-08:00

Staring at the moon so blue
Turning all my thoughts to you
I was without hopes or dreams
I tried to dull an inner scream but you
saw me through

Walking on a path of air
See your faces everywhere
As you melt this heart of stone
you take my hand to guide me home and now
I'm in love

(chorus:) You took my heart away
when my whole world was gray
You gave me everything
and a little bit more
And when it's cold at night
and you sleep by my side
you become the meaning of my life

Living in a world so cold
you are there to warm my soul
You came to mend a broken heart
You gave my life a brand new start and now
I'm in love

Holding your hand
I won't fear tomorrow
Here were we stand
we'll never be alone

Aayino Mein Tera Aks

2007-01-15T01:36:00.000-08:00

jaanta hun main tumko paa nahin sakta
kis kadar mayous hun bataa nahin sakta

nazar aata hai aayino mein tera aks
teri soorat ko main bhulaa nahin sakta

tere aane ki aakhiri umeed hai ye
is shamma ko main bhujhaa nahin sakta

aankhon mein gam ke saaye baitthe hain
zakhm dil ke main chhupaa nahin sakta

gamon ko zabaan de baitthaa hun main
khushiyo tumko main apnaa nahin sakta

jal jaayenge mere khwaab inke saath
main tere khaton ko jalaa nahin sakta

meri aankhon se parh lo meri dastaan
mujhpe kya guzri main sunaa nahin sakta

muhjko aise na dekho dil ki khwahisho
ab main tumse nazar milaa nahin sakta

zindagi apne dum pe chal sake to chal
main tera bhoj ab utthaa nahin sakta

I Wanna Be

2007-01-15T01:34:00.000-08:00

I wanna be a flower ,
To perfume ur life every hour.
I wanna be a spice,
So that, I can touch u with every slice.
I wanna be air,
So that, I can touch u everywhere.
I wanna be a moon ,
So that , I can brighten up ur room,
I wanna be fire ,
So that, in winters u may hire.
And...
I wanna be rope
So that I can bind u n me with everlasting hope..

The ultimate destiny

2007-01-15T01:09:00.000-08:00

It happens everytime , whether it's dark or shine
People took entries and exit ....from this phoney world of mine
Some say it is definate and some name it the evil truth....
But i say it's a matter of chance , today it's yours and who knows i can be the next
People rising and rising only and never falls ,
glued with their life seats ...not knowing where they are heading towards...
and just happy with their shining stars
But i want to go far away from this crowd...and then want to see those high faces ,
fighting for nothing but still proud
Just moving and moving on an unknown way , capturing everything in a haste...
and never believing that he is the begining and he is the last.......................

Love Me For A Reason : Let The Reason Be Love

2007-01-01T10:08:00.000-08:00

Conversing with the moon one night
i asked of and about you
"more elusive is she than i" said he
"unheard is her heart, yet it sings
and the voice, soft as a breeze
surely you cannot catch her"
and he left
shaking the trees in passing

Conversing with the sun one day
i asked of and about you
"more brilliant is she than i" said he
"unseen is her soul
yet happiness abounds there
and her smile chases away clouds
surely you cannot win her"
and he left
raising the temperature in passing

Conversing with the sea one afternoon
i asked of and about you
"more fluid is she than i" said she
"unquenched is her love, it surpasses all
surely you cannot satiate her"
and she left throwing the waves that were her hair about wildly

Conversing with an angel in a dream
i asked of and about you
"more in love with you is she than anyone" she said
"it is seen in her eyes, sung in her heart, felt in her soul
all you could ever ask for is there for the taking
surely you must have seen it, heard it, felt it?
the sun, moon and sea have always wanted her...
all she ever wanted was you"
and she left placing me in my love's arms...

ham se bhii Khafaa...

2007-01-01T09:47:00.000-08:00

kuchh log yuu.N hii shahar me.n ham se bhii Khafaa
hai.n
har ek se apanii bhii tabiiyat nahii.n milatii

dekhaa thaa jise mai.n ne ko_ii aur thaa shaayad
vo kaun hai jis se terii suurat nahii.n milatii

ha.Nsate huye cheharo.n se hai baazaar kii ziinat
rone ko yahaa.N vaise bhii fursat nahii.n milatii

Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay......

2007-01-01T09:44:00.000-08:00

Tree

People call me "Tree".

I had dated 5 girls when I was in Pre-U. There is one girl who I love a lot but never dared to go after. She didn't have a pretty face, good figure or an outstanding charm. She was just a very ordinary girl. I liked her. I really liked her. I liked her innocence, her frankness, her intelligence and her fragility. Reason for not going after her was that I felt somebody so ordinary like her was not a good match for me. I was also afraid that after we were together all the feelings would vanish. I was also afraid other's gossip would hurt her.

I felt that if she were my girl, she'd be mine ultimately & I didn't have to give up eve rything just for her. The last reason, made her accompanying me for 3 years. She watched me chase other girls, and I have made her heart cry for 3 years.

She was a good actor, and me a demanding director. When I kissed my second girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smiled & said, "Go on!" before running off. The next day, her eyes were swollen like a walnut. I did not want to know what caused her to cry. Later that day, I returned from soccer training to get something & watched her cry in the classroom for an hour or so. My fourth girlfriend did not like her. There was once when both of them quarreled. I know that based on her character she is not the type that will start the quarrel. However, I still sided my girlfriend. I shouted at her & ignored her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend. The next day, she was laughing & joking with me like nothing happened. I know she was hurt but she did not know deep down inside I was hurt too.

When I broke up with my fifth girlfriend, I asked her out. Later that day, I told her I had something to tell her. I told her about my break up. Coincidentally, she has something to tell me too, about her getting together. I knew who the person was. His pursuit for her had been the talk of the School. I did not show her my heartache, just smiles & best wishes. Once I reached home, I could not breathe. Tears rolled & I broke down. How many times have I seen her cry for the man who did not acknowledge her presence?

During graduation, I read a SMS in my hp. It said, "Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay"

Leaf

People call me Leaf.

During the 3 years of Pre-U, I was on very close terms with a guy as buddy kind. However, when he had his first girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy. Sourness to the extreme limit. They were only together for 2 months. When they broke up, I hid my happiness. But after a month, he got together with another girl.

I liked him & I know he liked me. But why won't he pursue me? Since he loves me why he didn't he make the first move? Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt. After some time, I began to suspect that this was one-sided love. If he didn't like me, why did he treat me so well? It's beyond what you will normally do for a friend. I know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can't expect me a girl, to ask him. Despite that, I still wanted to be by his side. Care for him, accompany him, and love him. Hoping that one day, he will come to love me. Because of this, I waited for him. Sometimes, I wondered if I should continue waiting. The pain, the dilemma accompanied me for 3 years.

At the end of my 3rd year, a junior pursues me. Everyday he pursues me. He's like the cool & gentle wind, trying to blow off a leaf from a tree. In the end, I realized that I wanted to give this wind a small footing in my heart. I know the wind will bring the leaf to a better land. Finally, leaf left the tree, but the tree only smiled & didn't ask me to stay.

Leaf's departure is because of Wind's pursuit. Or cause Tree didn't ask her to stay.

Wind

Because I like a girl called leaf. Because she's so dependent on tree, so I have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I first met her, it was 1 month after I was transferred to this new school. I saw a petite person look ing at my seniors & me playing soccer. During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends, looking at him. When he talks with girls, there's jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at her, there's a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit. Just like, she likes to look at him.

One day, she didn't appear. I felt something missing. I can't explain the feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left. The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled to her. Took out a note & gave to her. She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled & accepts the note. The next day, she appeared & passes me a note and left.

It read, "Leaf's heart is too heavy and wind couldn't blow her away."

"It's not that leaf heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to leave tree." I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me & accept my presents & phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me. Within 4 months, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times. Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her over. I can't remember how many times I have declared my love to her. Although I know, she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope.

Hoping that she will agree to be my girlfriend. I didn't hear any reply from her over the phone. I asked, "What are you doing? How come you didn't want to reply?" She said, "I'm nodding my head". "Ah?" I could n't believe my ears. "I'm nodding my head" She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place & press her doorbell. During the moment when she opens the door, I hugged her tightly.

Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay...

Moral

In love, we win very rarely, but when love is true, even if you lose, you still win just for having the tingle of loving someone more than you love yourself.

There comes a time when we stop loving someone, not because that person has stopped loving us but because we have found out that, they'd be happier if we let go....

Why do we close our eyes when we sleep? When we cry? When we imagine? When we kiss?

This is because THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS IN THE WORLD ARE UNSEEN.

There are things that we never want to let go of, people we never want to leave behind, but keep in mind that letting go isn't the end of the world. It's the beginning of a new life. Happiness lies for those who cry those who hurt, those who have searched and those who have tried. For only they can appreciate the importance of the people who have touched our lives.

A great love? It's when you shed tears and still you care for them, it's when they ignore you and still you long for them. It's when they begin to love another and yet you smile and say, "I'm happy for you." If love fails, set yourself free, let your heart spread its wings and fly again. Remember you may find love and lose it, but when love dies, you never have to die with it.

The strongest people are not those who always win but those who stand back up when they fall. Somehow, along the course of life, you learn about yourself and realize that there should never be regrets, only a lifelong appreciation of the choices you've made.

Loving is not how you forget but how you forgive, not how you listen but how you understand, not what you see but how you feel, and not how you let go but how you hold on.

It's more dangerous to weep inwardly rather than outwardly. Outward tears can be wiped away while secret tears scar forever...

It's best to wait for the one you want than settle for one that's available. It's best to wait for the right one because life is too short to waste on just someone.

Kuch Aise He

2007-01-01T09:43:00.001-08:00

apanaa Gam leke kahii.n aur na jaayaa jaaye
ghar me.n bikharii huii chiizo.n ko sajaayaa jaaye

jin chiraaGo.n ko havaao.n kaa koii Khauf nahii.n
un chiraaGo.n ko havaao.n se bachaayaa jaaye

baag me.n jaane ke aadaab huaa karate hai.n
kisii titalii ko na phuulo.n se u.Daayaa jaaye

Khudakushii karane kii himmat nahii.n hotii sab me.n
aur kuchh din yuu.N hii auro.n ko sataayaa jaaye

ghar se masjid hai bahut duur chalo yuu.N kar le.n
kisii rote hue bachche ko ha.Nsaaya jaaye

Lovely Clouds

2007-01-01T09:35:00.000-08:00

Through the ages, in every land, where the sky is
not always limpid and blue, man's imagination has
inevitably been seduced by the clouds with their
ever-changing, often fantastical shapes. Man has
always divined from them the imaginary or real beings
that occupy his mind. Everyone can discover something
pleasurable in them; the contours of their vapours are
so light, so indistinct... a breeze can transform
them, a breath of wind destroy them. In the evening,
when the sun has disappeared into the horizon, as its
purple reflexions still colour the sky, clouds cut up
into bizarre shapes are heaped up against the sunset;
moved with religious feeling by the solemn and
majestic calm of this poetic hour, man likes to
contemplate the sky; then he is able to discern among
the clouds giants and castles, and every brilliant
fantasy of his exalted imagination. Beautiful colours
of purple and gold will lend to his dream a
magnificent and grandiose refulgence rather than
charming and gracious; and yet in the airy pink
vapours that hover here and there in the sky, one can
perceive the poetic contours of a chorus of dancing
girls. Then, almost involuntarily allowing himself to
drift into a dream that absorbs him completely, little
by little the man forgets the things around him; no
longer seeing anything, no longer hearing anything
around him, he brings a realistic character to his
illusion, gives life to the shapes he has divined and
assists in the grandiose spectacle that he himself has
created. These giants that he has obligingly
discovered engage each other in terrible battles in
the vast field of the sky. From time to time one of
the most valiant falls in an iridescence of dazzling
colours; soon the victors vanish too and these
indomitable warriors are thrown to the ground by a
gentle breeze. Then the illusion is destroyed, the
vision has disappeared and one falls back to earth
with the same disagreeable sensation one feels in the
morning at the end of a lovely dream.
But clouds do not always bestow such
hallucinations, their shapes are not always
sufficiently cut out for the imagination, however
obliging, to discover human forms in them; but clouds
always make us dream; if their bizarre forms do not
transport our imagination to lands of glittering
dreams, their rapid passage plunges our soul into
deeper philosophical meditations. Because man has in
his heart almost a narrow and secret thread which
connects him directly to all aspects of nature, so
that when he sees some aspect of it he feels himself
prey to an emotion that varies infinitely but is
almost always present. He likes to confide his sorrows
of the heart to the murmuring brook, to the tree under
whose shade he likes to sit. How many times, in a
rapture of delight, did I tell my troubles to leaves
and the birds, in the belief that I was opening my
heart to living creatures who understood me, yet at
the same time that I was doing so to superior and
divine beings who would provide me with poetic
consolation. But nothing in nature summons so many
confessions as clouds. On many occasions I have
charged them with commissions which, alas, they have
never carried out. I make them the confidants of my
sorrows and straight away they flee to the horizon.
Left alone I feverishly dream that these lovely
messengers come to be endowed with life, that at least
they will approach God to request some consolation for
me, and so I foolishly hope until another cloud
returns to take up my sweet illusion once more. Oh
lovely clouds, how many vows have you heard and not
repeated, how many sorrows have you seen and not
dispelled, how many despairs have you been witness to
that you have not consoled. And above all from those
in a strange land who weep eternally for their wife,
their children, their sweet homeland, and who, like
Ulysses, lament for the wisp of smoke escaping from
their home. And from those who, captive in chains,
left for years, eyes fixed on the horizon, the minute
searching of their anxious and attentive gaze seeking
out a sail, a signal, see nothing but you, the airy
clouds, the only witnesses of their misfortune, the
only confidants of their secret confessions. Oh lovely
clouds, thank you for all the consolations you have
given to the unfortunate. Because your appearance has
filled them with that dreamy melancholy, that poetic
sadness which alone can alleviate the woes that no one
can calm, because it purifies them, raises them up and
makes of them a subtle and divine feeling that fills
those who bear it with a rightful pride, by making
poetic and philosophical something which would
otherwise be nothing but wretched.