Posted in Poetry on 04/04/2009 07:22 pm by seema n
Each passin day
-i intensely wish n pray
tht i sway in ur arms
-as i luv being in this trance
in the warmth of ur arms with ur cheek touchin mine
-wat on earth cud be more divine
ur passion 4 me in ur eyes
-is a euphoria so amazingly nice
hw can i take my eyes off u
-when i see tht refreshingly dazzlin smile on u
and im happy u r mine
-its an ecstacy tht words cant define
the magic has just begun
-these r the words i told u even last season
may the frangrace of ur luv
-forever linger on me my luv
im blessed to be havin u
-wat more can i say than I LUV U
—–SEEMA
Posted in Personal on 12/11/2008 05:49 pm by seema n
dad’s workplace n our home were in the same campus.most of my childhood was spend there.the campus was quite vast with varied kind of flora n fauna.with every house havin a unique garden . there was also a recreation club with provisions frm outdoor sports to indoor games .with an auditorium 4 cultural activities.
in addition to these we had r own sports with sunday special being huntin butterflies n dragonflies.startin early mornin ,collectin special twigs 4 the special task of capturin.no sooner the task was accomplished there wud b other activities like decoratin the backyard of r home with different flowers . so again all set to go to collect flowers though we never dared to pluck them frm other’s places.infact once the arrangement was done the younger ones in r group of frnds includin my brother wud b assingned the responsibility of prayin.HAHAHA……yeah prayin so tht the winds do not destroy r flower arrangements.even the slightest breeze wud see r fury upon them 4 not doin their job capably. i still cant stop laughin we actually did such funny things.
there were other naughty rather notorious gangs who had elaborate plans each day .knowin evry corner of the campus their main agenda wud b attackin the fruit trees of evry house .more flexible than the monkeys they wud show offs their priceless possesions makin us an inferior breed only seekin 4 the flowers.
hw can i forget the rains when even after knowin well tht r titanics wud crash ,the enthu of makin them never failed.sailin in them wud be r collection of a kind of insects, red in color with a velvety touch[beerbabutti] . i dont know wat they r called in english.i wonder if kids of today evn know of it.
though 27 now i still crave the bdays of those days where nothin cud match the sweetness of mum’s home baked cakes , blowin candles amidst the innocent voices of ur buddies singing the bday song where just a candy or even the lack of it was enough to cheer as a bday gift.
i may forget things i did a moment ago but each chilhood tale is still so vivid .as it is said u remember ,only things u wish to..
Posted in Travel on 11/26/2008 03:45 pm by seema n
last sunday i woke up at 5.30am…oh no it wasnt 4 my joggin or the mornin prayers.dressed in my fav pair of jeans with a deep pink polo necked tee , complimenting my ownself ,im excitetedly packin a few chicken rolls n fruit juices. after all we were goin on a long drive…
the weather also seemed as lively with the early mornin sun tryin to reach out the flowers thru the mist.it was a 4 hr drive frm dublin to clare . clare being famous 4 the cliffs of moher
breathtakingly beautiful,amazingly awesome, surprisingly spectacular.ah….defenitely im short of words descibin the scenic views of ireland.the 4 hrs seemed so short.zoomin in r red puegot, gazin at the exotic green mountains.with autumn at its bst the leaves with shades of reddish brown n yellow ,with all colors of a rainbow leavin a magical spell.mid way mum called up n even she cud feel my enthu listenin to the chirpy tone.
at last we reach the cliffs of moher stretchin upto 8kms , 700 feet high along the atlantic coast.the winds were quite intense makin the waves rise upto the cliffs .many a time i felt the winds wud even take me along.it was more beautiful than i had imagined . better than the pics.
by the time we returned it was already 8pm.in the chillin cold havin a bite of kebabs at an arabian joint. wat cud be a better day than this.
tried visitin other places too, abt an hr drive frm dublin like the wicklow mountains havin ireland’s highest waterfalls called the powerscout wfalls n glendalough meanin a glen of two lakes.
oh nature! i can never get enough of u.
Posted in Poetry on 11/18/2008 03:26 pm by seema n
Zindagi ke har mod par
muskuraane ki koshish ki hai
har koshish kamiyab ho aisi khwaish ki hai
khwaishiyon ki seema nahi hoti
unhe seemit kar zindagi jee bhi toh nahi jaati
gham mein bhi na aankh ho namm
aisa sapna dekha hai
jin aankhon mein sapne ho wahan ashk kaise
bandh palkon mein ashk ke saagar ko samet liya hai
khushiyon ki lehar ko honton par saja liya hai
khushi mein kitna saral hai aansu bahana
kya itna kathin hai gham mein hans pana?
isi uljhan ko suljhaane ki tamanna ki hai
Zindagi ke har mod par muskurane ki koshish ki hai
kar koshish kamiyab ho aisi khwaish ki hai…..
—————–Seema—————-
Posted in Friends on 11/06/2008 06:44 pm by seema n
i was on my way to the visa office.as i went past a college all the fond memories flashed within a second.the days of koool fun , adulation , hardwork all ended so soon.but there can never b an end to memories.
who says only co-ed colleges r happenin.my graduation days were one of the best days of my life.it was a strict christian missionary gals college where fines were imposed on everything frm comin late to missin exms.the strictness itself created amusin situations.we had to submit a letter 4 being absent with the parents signature. so 2 minutes b4 the lecturer enters the class we wud start writin r leave letters.
there was this sweet lady suspicious abt every gal.very congenially she wud say - u can share evrythin with me.well thts a different thing the other day the whole college wud know abt it.a classmate was unwell ,had few vomittings .nw miss suspicious startd enquiring bombardin her with a hell of questions .there was just one answer frm the gal - mam pregnancy is not the only reason 4 vomittings.the whole class burst into laughter.
r hindi mam wud never finish her lessons without the topic of her husband.poor lady was labelled as “mere pati”.the class wud start n end with the same phrase.haha today i realise even i do the same in my blogs.
there were two dear buddies ,used to stay in the college hostel.once they did the mistake of sleepin in one blanket coverin even their faces.the nxt day the walls of the washroom welcomed them with some fantastic graffiti - i leave it to ur imagination.
the cultural week was a grand evnt once a yr . hostin every kinda activity frm essays n elocutions ,dramas ,dance ,music,cookery,rangoli ,flower
arrangements n a whole lot of activities.while the ramp show being the most awaited.
it was all so fun frm tryin the weirdest of the nail polish shades to laughin at the dumbest jokes.snatching each othrs lunch boxes.ah ! the days n nights of hard work to acheive the bst grades was made so simple in the company of frnds.
thought of sharin abt my post graduate days too but the post is gettin too lengthy .shall probably do it in the nxt one
c ya soon….
Posted in Love on 10/23/2008 07:35 pm by seema n
apne aashiyane ka jo tassavur kiya, khuda ne usse behtar nawaza. takreeban do saal ho gaye, ehsaas hi nahi hua kab aapse itni mohabbat ho gayi.tanhaiyoon main aap ki yaadein dil bahlati hain.yahan tak ki mehfil mein bhi nazrein aap par hoti hain.kitna bhi aap ka zikr karoon kaafi nahi lagta. apno se khusiyaan jitni bhi batoon kam lagti hai.yeh kya ho gaya hai mujhe.yeh kaise jazbaat hain jinse itni massarrat hasil hoti hai.
kabhi aapne chaand taare tod laane ki baat nahi ki lekin meri zindagi ko taaroon se zyaada roshan kiya aur us muskurahat ne chaar chaand laga diye.mohabbat luvzoon ki muhtaaj kahan..har subah jeene ki justaju bad jaati hai jab un nazroon mein apne liye beinteha mohabbat dikhayi deti hai.
aisa nahin ki aapse koi shikwa na ho lekin aapki masoom mohabbat saare gile door kar deti hai.dard mujhe hota hai toh takleef aap ko hoti hai. apni takleef bhi khoob chupate hain ,mera maatha choomkar muskura dete hain aur salah mein aasoon bahate hain.
shiddat se duva karti hoon ki aapki har arzoo puri ho aur mera har lamha aapke saaye mein guzre.ameen.
Posted in Philosophy on 10/17/2008 06:29 pm by seema n
yesterday when i was in conversation with a frnd came up this topic of the financial crisis worldwide n hw another frnd who is a travel consultant was cribbing- as the logo of the travel firms goes “we sell drmz” now hw do we sell cheap drmz. at that moment i had a hearty laugh.
but hw abt drmz that money cant buy.
the drm of a parent to c his child grow n succeed each day.the drm of a child to c his parents young n never to lose them.
the drm of a betrayed partner to b able to overcome the anguish .the drm of a betrayin partner to b able to overcome the guilt.
the drm of an handicap to walk on his feet . the drm of the healthy to fly in the sky.
the drm of a poet to write prose .the drm of a writer to pen poetry.
the drm of a painter to go beyond horizons n paint a red crow.the drm of a crow to paint the town red.
the drm of a flower to withstand the harsh. the drm of the thorn to bloom.
these r daisy dmrz awaitin to b fullfilled by different means
ofcourse 4 evrythin else there’s mastercard dreamin to dump u in the financial crunch………..
Posted in Philosophy on 10/07/2008 05:57 pm by seema n
every season has a charm of its own.
come winters n i eagerly await the early mornin mist .with a hot cuppa ginter tea takin a stroll in the backyard of my garden, seekin pleasure frm the dew drops like a cluster of pearls.fondly lookin at the neighbourin kids writin thru the moisture on the window panes.
not left far behind would b summers with the sun shining bright in its full glory inviting to open up new avenues.the sunset providin an even more amazin view with shades of red n orange scattered over the sky as the glowin sun sets in its horizon. makin even plain water the most enjoyable drink.
a sigh of relief provided by the rains.the rain drops upon the umbrella providin a magical rhythm while gettin drenched , the bst way to njoy it.i also look forward for the after affects of rain when the sun is shining - the rainbow , a mystical treat to the eyes.
LIFE is so full of seasons - so full of cold emotions, so full of dry n rough circumstances, so full of tear sheddin situations.but aint these things make us better? better at dealin with adverse times,better at appreciating the beauty of life
so overcomin the highs n lows i try to live n blossom with happiness……
Posted in Travel on 09/11/2008 03:58 pm by seema n
writin abt my travels has always been very interstin, makes me feel i m on a tour again.
my trip to london defenitely a memorable experience .it was double happiness as i cud also meet my brother who studies there.as we board the plane n settle down we almost reach as its just an hr journey frm ireland.fortunately the weather was also quite pleasent .
we started off by visiting the madam tussads muesuem . n i must say wat a wonder .evrybody was so enthu as if they have met real stars.to add to the fun , a girl was takin the picture of the wax model of penelope cruz . i didnt notice n stood in between . my hubby dragged me aside to giv her a way. i said sorry n moved . my brother went ,hold the girl n started laughing coz even she was a wax model. we all started laughin then . got a bit confused coz the model was dressed fully n face covered with the camera.
then we took the open top city bus tour .things seen only on the television were in frnt of me.the zeal was only increasin with every destination .coverin many of the famous places like the big ben,the london bridge,the westminster abbey, st pauls cathedral, the buckingham palace ….. the beauty of london is its arhitecture conserved over the yrs.the tour also included the thames river cruise.in the open sky, njoyin the waves in the company of my luved ones .wat more cud i ask 4……
over the thames river is a structure like a giant wheel consisting of glass cubicles called the london eye .as it slowly rotates it provides an amazin view of the city .
it was r last day in london .there wasnt much time to catch the flight back home ,so just went around a nearby palace called the kensington with vast gardens n a luvly lake .kids feedin the ducks added to the beauty of the the place.
back to ireland but still carrying the hangover .would always luv to b in this trance…
Posted in Blogs on 09/03/2008 06:58 pm by seema n
yesterday as usual i was njoyin my lonliless by readin blogs.suddenly theres a cold breeze makin a hummimg sound giving me the much needed company . i take a break frm my readin to njoy nature.i slide the curtain blinds n see its even drizzling .rain has always amused me .i goto the balcony to have a good view.overlookin frm the balcony of r home r beautiful mountains.the rhythm of the rain drops is makin the atmosphere even more wonderful.everythin so serene …………life cant b more beautiful.
it was gettin colder so i was forced to go inside. nw i switch on the tv n as i browse thru the channels somethin catches my attention. somethin which i had heard only in the fairy tales - the mermaid .described as the mythical sea creature in stories.
its in peru that a woman gives birth to a child resembling a mermaid.i couldnt bleive wat i was seeing.the baby had her legs fused till the ankles with her feet splayed. a very rare congenital defect called sirenomelia.
the emotions her parents were goin thru were so touching. in her father’s (ricardo)words - when i 1st looked at my baby she looked so sweet . i promised her i m gonna do anything to save her.
ricardo’s family even taunted them that the baby was a curse.but to ricardo n his wife sarah their baby (milagros cerron)was pure gold.n they had to save her.
it was so tormenting to see the media covering the issue so ruthlessly ignorin the feeling of her parents. the operation to seperate her legs was shown live. thats fine but can u bleive they were even interveiwin the doctor in the operatin theartre.i wonder hw he allowed them inside. an even more ugly sight was the make up man doin the make up 4 the doctor after the operation 4 the interview. hw life has bcome a play.
cerron regains consciosness but her survival is still doubtful. the most touchin momemt 4 me was the when cerron smiles at ricardo when he cheers her.far frm the worldly worries fighting hard to survive each breath yet so pleasing , so energetic .
she still needs other sugeries for her digestive , urinary n genital problems.she is two yrs old nw n even celebrated her bday . as she blows the candle she shows the same enthusiam like any other normal kid.
she truely is a survivor to me .this is real life n cerron has taught me that life isnt so beautiful 4 everyone but still has to b cherished….
