Posted in Holiday on 02/29/2008 07:19 pm by akshayadas
Time & again I was caught in the rain,
took to bed; never to rise again…
Memories be it pleasant or sad is always painful.
Work without hope, draws nectar in a sieve;
Hope without an object cannnot live….
In the welter of doubts life still provides moments of exhilaration.
One impulse from vernal wood, may teach you more of man..
The woods are lovely, dark & deep ,
but I have promises to keep; miles to go before I sleep..
Posted in Personal on 02/29/2008 07:13 pm by akshayadas
i can not say how happy was i that eve,
non can measure the amount of happyness;
that flashed over my heart & soul,
In utter euphoria i just wrang up her;
to pass on the message of my happyness;
she gets elited with the news;
It is such a great news;
the news of my promotion,
Tons of energy accumulating over my mind and body,
As if , if somebody would ask me to climb the himalayas,
i would …