I rush down to The platform.
The last announcement has been made.
Catching my breath I look down at my watch..
And It's Time!

I gaze eagerly in the direction from where The Train is suppose to come.
I realise I forgot To put on my specs.. I Try to look harder.
The Track is all empty!
In fact all The Tracks are same.. no Trains!
A sudden stone of Thought hits me at the back of my mind..
Am I all alone?! where is the rest of The world?!

I curse The sky..
It starts raining!
And I begin to walk...

A Violinist In The Metro

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin. It was a cold January morning.He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes.
During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousand of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again.
Clearly he was late for work.The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy.His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist.Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time.This action was repeated by several other children.All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while.About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace.He collected $32.When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world.He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written; with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.
Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theatre in Boston and the average ticket was $100.
This is a real story.
Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people.The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour:

* Do we perceive beauty?

* Do we stop to appreciate it?

* Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible inferences from this experience could be:If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?

God created the world in seven days
I made up this entry in seven 'shers'!!
What are the odds haan?
:)

1.Teri galiyon ke humne kitne he chakkar kaate..
(waah waah.. waah waah!)
Teri galiyon ke humne kitne he chakkar kaate..
(waah waah.. waah waah!)
tera darwaaza khat khataane ki himmat nahi hoti....
(-I know, me is such a darr-pok shayar)

2.Tere nashe mein hum din raat madhosh hain..
(waah kya baat hai..)
Tere nashe mein hum din raat madhosh hain..
(waah waah..)
Kambakhat wo nasha he kya jo subah hote he utar jaye....
(-It has been suggested to kindly stress on Kambakhat.. it works wonders!)


3.Dil he dil mein bas gayi hai tu..
( kya arz kiya hai.. dil he dil mein.)
Dil he dil mein bas gayi hai tu..
(waah waah.. qayamat)
ab dil nahin tu dhadakti hai yahan....
(-ok, I owe an explanation to all the heart surgeons on this one)

4.Tujhe he yaad, tujh se he baatein karta hun har dum..
(waah.. aag laga di..)
Tujhe he yaad, tujh se he baatein karta hun har dum..
(irshaad irshaad..)
teri yaadon mein, tujh se he milta hun har dum....

5.Tere aane ke maine kitne he bahaane soche..
(kya baat hai.. waah.. tere aane ke..)
Tere aane ke maine kitne he bahaane soche..
(maar he daaloge..)
aye 'zaalim' kisi roz na jaane ke bahaane aa
(love that emphatic zaalim.. such a killer it is)

6.Teri awaaz, tere didaar ko, tujh se milne ko taras jaata hun
yeh zindagi he kya jisme tu he nahi
Aur fir mar ke bhi kya jo tu na mili
Teri awaaz, tere didaar ko, tujh se milne ko taras jaata hun

7.Kya din the wo jab hum din raat baatein kiya karte the
hanste the, gaate the, roz milne ke bahaane banaya karte the
kash woh waqt vahin ruk jaata
aur mein jo tum se kabhi na keh paaya, keh paata
ki meri har saans har dhadkan mein bas tum aur sirf tum ho
tum ho ab meri zindagi, zindagi bhar tak
marte dum tak..
aur uske baad bhi....

Copyrights(C): Any disclosure, copying, or distribution of this message, or the taking of any action based on it, is strictly prohibited. On second thoughts 'ki farak painda hai yaaron'!!! :)

A Dream. . A Dream for YOU!

I close my eyes and all I can see is you

Without even making the least of attempts

to figure out where am I or who are you? ?

I have a feeling… rather I know for sure

that it’s no one else but you and only you

I am so much filled inside that I can’t

I can’t even think of anything else but you

So much so that eyes open or closed

make no difference too

You’re so intoxicating.. need no vodka.. no whisky.. no rum

nope not even a bloody chewing gum (K3G :P)

All I need is a pinch of you and that’ll more than do

You drive me high on an empty bottle

yeah yeah on the rocks obviously to say the few

I don’t know what exactly drives my heart, . my soul,.. myself to you

I guess it’s your eyes, those mysterious black eyes

I tried to look into them but … but could not dare to look longer

because of the fear of being bewitched by them

bewitched I am by the charm of your slender beauty

you look as beautiful as the winter morning

When there is chill in the air but at the same time the warmth of the sun

I want to touch you.. feel the warmth of your beauty..

I want to keep listening to your sweet soft voice

that are like the rivulets echoing in the air

like the melody of the heart broken lover

your voice creates these ripples in the quite ocean of my heart

It’s so enchanting.. mesmerizing.. so magical

and finally you smile.. aah.. it takes my breath away..

its like I don’t need the air anymore.. don’t need anything to live

but that eternally beautiful smile that gets engraved deep inside me

come to me o come to me for the sake of my life, take everything away but come to me

In this dream it’s just you and me and this darkness of doubt..

Only you can give me light.. the light of life..

I know it’s tough but even the sun rises after a long slumber night

you make me forget everything and even as you begin to fade away

and I start waking up and u seem to leave

all I’m left with is you

I know it’s just a dream

but if only dreams could come true

I would do anything to close my eyes

and Dream a Dream for You!

The Dark (K)night - Ignorance is bliss!

I once had a girl or should I say she once had me

well I don't know if I ever had her but..

lying on my bed I’m still thinking.. I should have tried one last time?

but then its this fear of what if..

what if she is really gone?!

eludes me from going to the other side of the bed and see

if its actually cold or not...

though I hope it's not..

that she's gone just for a while

and will be back soon.. very soon..

and then we could relive those extreme moments we spent together..

those..

and it's this hope that.. that everything is alright keeps me going

but for how long?

what if I get up in the morning and she is still not there

a morning without my sunshine

I don't know if I'll be able to face it and move on for the rest of the day

in that sense i find the darkness of this night far more fascinating

where by I can at least hope to have her..

And finally fall in her dreams.. sink in them so deep that

Its all about 'HER'

She was beautiful.

- To me she was perfect

I close my eyes and remember her.

You can just feel the details.

The bits and pieces you never bothered to
put into words.

And you can feel these extreme moments.

Even if you don't want to.

You put these together and you get the
feel of a person.

Enough to know how much you miss them.

And how much u hate the times which
took them away from u

I don't even know how long she's been gone.

It's like I've woken up in bed and she's not here...

...because she's gone to the bathroom or something.

But somehow I just...

I just know she's never gonna come back to bed.

If I could just...

...reach over and touch her side of the bed...

...I would know that it was cold.

But I can't.

I know I can't have her back.

But I don't want to wake up in the morning thinking she's still here.

I lie here not knowing how long I've been alone.

So how...

How can I heal?

How am I supposed to heal if I can't...

...feel time?