May have (not)......

I may have not sent any msgs,
I may have not picked your calls.

I may have not made your day bright,
I may have not treated you right.

I may have not been there for you,
I may have not cared for you.

I may have not dared for you,
I may have not dreamed of you.

I may have not cried in your sorrow,
I may have not tried to change things better.

I may have not done nothing for you,
I have been nothing without you.

I may have not given you your respect,
All I have with me is a little love spared for you forever in me.
I may have all the visions in me (Vishn)
but I am incomplete without u. (Vishnu)

Sorry... Forgive me..

Time.. Time.. Time..

Time is MONEY, people who WORK.
Time is PAIN, people in LOVE.
Time is ECSTASY, people who PLAY.
Time is STILL, people all ALONE.

Time is PASSE, people who DREAM.
Time is GOLD, people living in MEMORIES.
Time is FOREVER, people who ADVENTURE.
Time is RIDDLE, people who STRUGGLE.

Time is BEST, people grabbing OPPORTUNITIES.
Time is WORST, people who BANKRUPT/BEG.
Time is ALL, people who ACHIEVE
Time is NOW, people in REALITY

My Musing - A Far Cry

Walking in the evening humming myself a tune,

Down the lonely street of the crowded city,

I can see five year olds playing by the park,

Smile on their faces and eyes with spark.

Lost in their own creative world with laughter and play,

Myself, lost in trance of childhood memoirs on passage of the day.

On the street was a rag boy of almost the same age,

Rummaging through garbage instead of book page,

Looking at the children, his eyes moist with sadness and delight,

Lost in thought, whether can life ever change his plight?

Picking the rags of plastic, colorful wrappers and papers for his daily meal,

Will the society ever provide anything to invoke his zeal?

There is no magic crystal balls - there is no magic spells,

There are no fairy tales - There aren't any wishing wells,

There is no chosen few - it's just me and you,

And that's all we got. Ya...that's all we got to hold on to.

To make and give something for them to believe in,

To make the other side a little paradise.

The Continuum of Sapient (Lifecycle)

Born small and tender,

Like the fire flies - fragile and slender,

Adored, fed and well cared,

'Til our heart and feelings can bear. (Childhood)

Roaming the world with a flutter,

Searching for a hand when the heart shudder,

Painting many pictures in the minds clutter,

Filled with love and anger, a part of our hearts mutter. (Adolescence)

Toiling and Moiling to make our ends meet,

Acting and packing with people, for better treat.

Snaky and slicky, our twisted minds be,

Following rusty path, our contorted minds cant see. (Adulthood)

Searching for the lost ages we tread,

Losing peace, love and affection we dread.

Aimed to reach stars, we desired,

Only hopes left behind, in our pyres. (2nd childhood???? - Oldage)

Dare to Dream

Dare to dream - the future ahead,
Dare to dream - to make a brand new start,
Dare to dream - from the long roads trotten, you depart,
Dare to dream - the visions of better tomorrow,
Dare to dream - to make our haven a paradise.

Dare to dream - the paths untold,
Dare to dream - 'til for million queries, reasons unfold,
Dare to dream - to reach beyond the skies,
Dare to dream - to play with the stars.

Dare to dream - too big, whether young or old,
Dare to dream - to change the world.
Dare to dream - to explore your wildest fantasies,
Dare to dream - to open countless possiblities.

Dare to dream - to live your aspirations ,
Dare to dream - to enable and maximize your potentials,
Dare to dream - beyond just credentials.

Dare to dream - to give abundant love till it hurts,
Dare to dream - to double your efforts,
Dare to dream - to live your dreams,
Dare to dream - to Dare your dreams.
Dare to dream - to Dare for your Dreams.

Beauté de l'amitié [Beauty of Friendship]

“ Every day the flowers bloom, along with the sun they rise,
Spreading their fragrance near and far, to everyone’s surprise.
Though they wilt in the heat of the sun and as the dusk comes by.
With a small pint of fresh water, cool air and little time,
They bloom in grandeur, again, when the next day comes by,
Fresh and young with their smell reaching far and wide.
Their smell cannot be captured by the hand, or in a closed room by sand,
Weaving a tangle of joy and peace around us like a magic wand,
Always lingers and rejuvenates us by its reminisces in our heart land.”