Treason : Taken from Paulo Coelho's 30 sec's story on his blog... must read.

Walking down the street, the prophet asked: “aren’t we all children of the same Eternal Father?”
The multitude agreed. And the prophet went on: “and if that is so, why do we betray our brother?”

A boy who was watching asked his father: “what does betray mean?”
“It means to trick your companion in order to gain a certain advantage.”
“And why do we betray our companion?” insisted the boy.
“Because in the past somebody began all that. Ever since then, nobody knows how to stop the wheel. We are always betraying or being betrayed.”
“Then I won’t betray anyone,” said the boy.

And so he did. He grew up and suffered a lot during his life, but kept his promise.
His children suffered less and endured fewer hardships.
His grandchildren did not suffer at all.


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I just wish if everybody learns from this.. this world will be a much better place.

I like watching you fall asleep

" A thing of beauty is a joy for ever" : Keats

Very well said by John Keats. Beauty can be such an inspiration. And that is what my committed friends quote for their rescue when their girl-friends find them mooning over a pretty face. lolz...
To beauty itself :-

I like watching you fall asleep,
To see your drowsy lids giving way to slumber,
A dream getting ready to take a leap,
But you resisting it to see me mumble,
To myself, "Oh!! God, She is so beautiful!!",
Slowly then you close your eyes,
Saying,"I am not sleepy,just having a good look at the inside of my eyes",

Its 3'o in the morning,
And you are fast asleep,
Hair is all messed up,
And your lips are tulips,
The REM sleep takes over you,
As you delve into your dreams like a mermaid,
And the eyeballs start moving in saccades,
I bring my eyes closer to yours,
To decipher the dream moving through your eyes,
But all I can feel is your breath and my sighs,
They get synchronous in rhythm,
And a peck on your lips makes me numb.

You smile in your sleep,
As if it touched your soul,
Keeping your head on my chest,
You tell me " Darling!! Am so cold "

By:-
Dr.Pritesh

ETC... Re-expanded

EXPECTATION


Expectations,
Love thou bring forth,
Smiles if true,
Else they never knew,
What a guessing game,
Everyone's a lame,
Easy if you,
Stop expecting and do your due,
Champ you will become,
Coz everybody wants "some",
Its a centile what you expected at some stage,
A patient hearing of your rage,
Never will they know,
But slowly it will grow,
Happiness enqueued,
Reason - You know, its "YOU".

TRUST

Trust,
Love thou break not,
Once a diamond becomes coal,
Only to ablaze the soul,
Ignited, extinguished, ignited again,
Like simultaneous wind and rain,
Better to bury it inside the earth,
Time may metamorphose it into "something" worth.

COMMITMENT

Commitment,
Love thou fear not,
Fear dilutes this elixir pure,
You might not again be this sure,
Instincts and impulses are often right,
Shovel the clouds aghast, covering this starry night,
Unexpressed, unsaid,
Like a zombie you live half dead,
Dumb and awestruck being inconsiderate,
They may leave you only with memories to regret,
Love is a Tsunami,Let it sweep you off your feet,
Like a Rum bottle, when drunk neat,
Get toxic, get diseased,
You just don't know when this high tide recedes,
Coz love being blind is also deaf, answers no calls,
A blue whale in Pacific,
Gets reduced to a goldfish in a glass bowl.

by:-
Dr.Pritesh

My School Days : A tribute to my Alma Mater ... "Happy Teachers Day" all.

Remember the first day of our school,
New uniform, water-bottle, tiffin - it was all so cool,
But deep inside there was something that wasn't funny,
"Mumma Mumma " - we cried with our noses running,

With fear of the unknown, waved our mothers bye bye at the gate,
To meet a new one in the class asking us kindly to stop crying, our first mate,
She was, I would say, Mother Teresa in a long skirt,
I still remember you Mrs Dicona as my class teacher, first.

Twinkle twinkle little star,
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Those li'l blocks, those small cars,
That red building, the "Bahadur" who knew us all.
That train to the toilet,
Just before the lunch,
Despite that we dared to wet,
What a naughty bunch !! :-)

We grew and we can feel it grow with us,
The playground got better and bigger was our bus,
We passed classes in hop, skip and jump,
Great was the music when we played the thump.
Hanging out in secluded places alone or in gangs,
Caught during the gang-wars by principal exchanging slangs,
Standing in front of the office in sun,
Whispering - "Dude!! 'Somebody' gonna hit us really hard, better run."

Illegal Diwali celebrations in toilets by 'incense-sticks timed bombardments',
Leaving the poor door injured and as as frail as a parchment,
Fete, exhibitions, Teacher's day, Sports day Heats,
Scared the hell out of some - Parents' & Teacher's meet.

Despite all the fun and the pranks,
Exams were the onething we were afraid of, to be frank,
"She will be impressed if I get the first rank",
Lost in her thoughts all nights and then leaving the paper blank,
Getting over the first crush after the results,
Pledging and saying to yourself -"XII Boards this year, are you nuts ?"

Finally, the day came, it was our "Farewell",
"Adieu!!" our Alma-Mater said, and we were out of the shell,
With roses topped with tear drops as dew,
We were about to enter the world which was entirely new.
Blessings, wishes, teachings and memories,
Were all we could carry with us, leaving behind our "Angels" and the "Fairies".
Teachers- "We never got that love again which we got from you,
When the world comes hard on us , its your teachings and blessings that get us through,
Our teachers who laid our foundations and paved our lanes,
Lets prove them right that we are "unshakeable" and ready to face the Hurricanes.

HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY TO ALL THE TEACHERS OF MY SCHOOL LIFE.

Few lines for my mentor Tr. Sangeeta :-

You are one human being overflowing with love,
The person who held us all just like a hub,
Mother of "The Pride(XIIth -B)" who trained all the cubs,
During the dark days your words were the light bulb,

Many consider you special and I am just one of those,
Rare, I would say, as thorns never dared to grow on this rose,
You believed in us so much even when we doubted that we may miss by "This close",
Ma'm your committment and hard-work shows,
How you became "The best" , everyone knows.

Happy Teachers Day , Ma'm :-) !!!!!!!!!!!


By:-
Pritesh