FLiRtING with RaNDomneSS!!

MISSING MY SISTER!

Posted in Blogroll, childhood, fun, life, love, mah free verse poetry, poetry, random, school, thoughts by yojita ... on September 4, 2009

three_sisters_wall_small_trans_21[1]Once upon a time my sister

had left to qatar

i am very happy , as now i am free from that fighter..

i dont at all miss her

as she was a crusher of  my freedom

she thinks she is my master

why cant she be a builder of my confidence??

she shouldn’t act superior

as she was a annoyer..

i dont at all miss her….

 

   this particular piece of thing [ i do’nt realli mind whatever you call it] was written by li’ll ME  for an english rhyming word exercise  in school .. it sounds very naive and stupid now! my teacher laughed her lungs out then i  dont know why!

but apparently my sister was waiting in the qatar airport when i found this piece of **** …n i realized  i miss her like crazy!!! 😦 😦 😦

*sister* is something the best that happened to me !!! 🙂

i love u sis!!

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CHILDHOOD …!!!

Posted in Blogroll, childhood, life, memories, people, thoughts by yojita ... on October 19, 2007

Still  young  enough  to  be  a  part
Of  Nature’s  great impulsive heart,
Born comrade of  bird,beast and tree
And unselfconscious as the bee-

And yet with  lovely reason skilled
Each day new paradise to build
Elate explorer of each sense,
Withou disamy ,without pretense!

In your unstained transparent eyes
There is no conscience,no surprise:
Lief’s queer conundrums you accept,
Your strange divinity still kept…

And life, thet sets all  things inrhyme,
May make you poet,too,in time
But there were dats ,O tender elf,
When you were poetry itself!

                                             – Christopher Morley

[ I  want mah childhood bak.Nobody is going to give me t hat….i know it doesnt make sense…but……!!!! But u know the child of long ago and far away and the child of now ,in you n me, is waiting behind the door of our hearts for something wonderful to happen.]

isn’t it wonderful when the self itself becomes poetry……..[ omigosh im in love wid this turn of phrase :)]

What happens to this wonderful beginning when we were all “poetry itself”?HOw do all these tender elves become murderers,drug addicts and sexual offenders,cruel dictators,morally degenerate politicians?HOw do they become the “walking wounded”?We see them all around us,the sad,fearful,doubting,anxious and depressed,filled with unutterable longings.Surely this loss of our innate human potential is the greatest tragedy of all.

        The more we know about how we lost our spontaneous wonder and creativity ,the more we can find ways to get them back.