A SIMPLE THOUGHT IN A SIMPLEST FASHION.......

So many nights,I'd sit by my window;

waiting for someone,to sing me her song.

so many hours,i passed alone;

thinking till the wee hours of the night.

so many dreams,i'v kept inside me;

alone in the dark. but now,u've come along.

and u light up talha's life;

you give me harbinger of hope,to carry on.

you light up my days; and fill up my nights with song.

rolling at the sea; adrift on the water.

wading through the shore, could it be finally;

i am sailing for home.

finally a chance; to say i love u.

Never again,to be all alone. and you light up my days;

and fill my nights with song. and u light up my life;

and give me hope to carry on.

u light up my days and fill my nights with song.

it can't be wrong; when it feels so right.

u feels so right; life feels so right because u light up my life;

with ur smile i long.........

ILLUSIONAL SILENCE::TALHA'S MIRAGE.....

Silence!!!!a pin dropped,eyes awaken,

a drop of water and i turned;

up came the hands and closed my eyes;

baffled i remain,perplexed her sighs.

hands so warm,hold so tight,

my eyes are closed,seems like the night.

panting her breath,breaks thy silence,

fragrance she respires,dancing like the fires.

tossed my hairs,shabby they were;

combed her fingers,no one could have dared,

flick i sprew,caught thy hands below,

turned,twissed when i,no one actually there!!!!!!!!!!

now this poem have many things to decipher...i wrote a ballad of which its a part of!!!!!

MY FIRST LOVE:- THEY CALL IT THE
"MOON"

My first love,that ought to be special,

a fairy cindrella, with her heart so crucial.

from the epoque i was born to the instance i vanish;

she had me mesmerised and would keep my soul perish.

stranger she was but a beloved she is soon;

they call it the moon, i call it my Junoon.

Her light spellbounds me ever & ever;

miles away yet so near and near.

with a vision elite, paraphernalia so bright;

a land i conquered, chivalrous like a knight.

hours fly,flowers die,new days new ways pass by,

i gape the moon & the eternal light;

augmenting beats with blue eyes makes my sight.

They call them craters which spoil thy realms;

for me aint a blemish but the beauty qualms.

eclipses the earth,my love darkens;

nothing to fear,my heart thrumbles.

then i murmur softly & in minutes it clears.

They call me crazy,my mind gonna be soon;

you call it the moon,i call it my Junoon.

Oh my lord!what a charm you create;

cosmic beauty i kiss thy mate.

thy moon is mine,thou the light;

i'l marry on it,thee shelter delight.

thou my strength,hath weakness it is;

Talha pray thou lord!want his grave embedded on it.

Peace i lay,solace i pay,soul in peace rest in Boon;

hey!you call it the moon,i call it my Junoon....

THIS IS A POEM IM WRITING IN FRENCH AND WOULD GIVE THE TRANSLATION IN ENGLISH....

"voilà!!!!oh ma dieu aidez moi,

il me dit,bonjour bonjour comment ca va?

je lui dit,monsieur monsieur je suis morte!

pourquoi pourquoi qu'est ce qu'est passe??

travail travail,d'eau d'eau partout le ville;

decu,morte,tous me parlent de creé.

courir,mourir,pas de temps,

personne réposent contraire de vent;

vite vite,couris le vie;

lent lent je fais le bruie.....

this is a poem i wrote as a dialogue between 2 personnes.one is posing questions being a gentleman,while other is very much dissapointed by the work load and rains everywhere,,,

"here it comes!!oh my lord,,help me plz;

he asks me,,,how are you,

i tell him,mr mr i am dead;

why why what happened??

work work,water water everywhere

sad,dead,i am as everyone speaks of himselves to me;

run,dead,dont hv the time;

no one relax against this wind.

fast fast runs this life;

slow slow i make this noice!!!!

this ws the translation,,,i had wriiten the poem in french and then translated to english,,not the vice versa,,,thank you..

MY EXILE:THE ALTER EGO...

THE OTHER I,thats what they call it....

Tip Tip Tip,sounds something wet,
mix with them are my tears and the blood,
pains and sorrows,they come and go;
but i know to how,not to bow.

Thann Thann Thann, sounds like the chains;
i am doomed to wander,errand in vains.
where shall i go,running from my soul?
my past and present,chasing the future;
oh my lord,never led them nurture.
chains are heavy,my hearts beating;
with weeping soul,my hearts bleeding.

Knock Knock Knock,someone's at the door,
is it the death i mourn,or success i adore.
the former if it comes,i lie in peace;
for others appearence,my body's at ease.
but i know ,my sin's chasing eternity;
tossed and turned,i am doomed in vanity.

Tik Tik Tik,sounds like the clock;
my heart once thrumbles,hard as a rock.
time's running out,death standing at door;
loads intended to do,before wading the shore.

Wake Wake Wake,it's the time i detest;
alarm clock ringing,at the ear's behest.
the birds are chirping,light so dappled;
it was then i realised,it was a dream battled!!!!!

NOW HERE ARE SOME OF THE MORE RECENT ARTICLES OF MINE PUBLISHED FOR "TIMES OF INDIA'S" BHOPAL LIVE

ANY BOOK WORTH BANNING IS WORTH READING…

Shakespeare once said “Books are the most accessible wisest counselors; just imagine what the bad ones could do”. Books worth banning are undeniably worth knowing why they are banned, but reading them would invalidate the essence of their justified banning. Be it satanic versus of Salman Rushdie or Tolstoy’s kingdom of god, had confronted the censorships on subtle political, religious, sexual & social grounds, leading to violence, coup d’état, teenage angst & copycat crimes. If banned books are encouraged, the mantra for publishers would be to get books banned en contraire ameliorating them. Yes! Pen is surely mightier than sword.

WELL DONE IS BETTER THAN WELL SAID.DO YOU AGREE?

A man who wins is the man who thinks he can. But mere cogitations & eloquence without fruitfully executing them would take us nowhere. He who follows the mantra of karma without procrastinations claims the crown, rather who pander to mere assertions. Mahatma Gandhi & Bhagat Singh had never affixed themselves to mere sayings than doings. I firmly believe that actions speak louder than words & it’s these actions which takes us to horizons of success.

TALHA'S TIME MACHINE


Time had passed with lightening speed before me,
with tossings and turnings synchronizing my zeal
as an infant, child and a young lad,with heart puffed do do something;
but with gamut of doubts and nervousness within;
life have shown me different phases and faces;
taught me to deal with any constraints with braces.
when i look back now,could find those good old days;
walking with mumma's hand to the detested school ways.
those birthdays rhymnes giggling with pomp & shows;
those gifts & cakes and friends be holds.
those grounds with sheds we played our kinderly rhymnes;
those glooms of the star with library of comics divine;
those drops of water & firmament glistening the heat;
when made were the boats of papers and umbrella's to cheat.
that tranquility of the dawns & cycling of the evenings;
made were those chains of unending cycles.
and that tender voice for the food from within;
rushings for the mumma's call to mange the sweetest cuisines;
oh my lord,i am embedded with those nostalgia's of peace;
in this chaotic world,bless me with those fondness please.....

NOW HERE IS A SMALL ARTICLE I WROTE RECENTLY FOR A NEWSPAPER, FOR WHICH I BAGGED THE 2nd PRIZE.......

TOPIC WAS: What is that one cause that will force you to end your friendship ?..and here it goes....

Terminating friendship on the apocryphal grounds would surely be a sin but i will do this transgression instantaneously on finding a friend disclosing my secrets to others.I strictly obeys a phrase by KABIR "NINDAK NIYERE RAKHIYE", for i preserve my genuine discrepancy tellers with me as a friend.Peeping the secrets out would jeopardize the trust, faith & fondness making relations subtle.With a melancholy song of my heart, only words for the backbiters would be "AU REVOIR"(meaning goodbye in french).

CONFUSED TALHA.....

Ask the sun,the galaxies,the jupiter and the stars,

from the horizons of moon to the mars;

my friedship glitters as it was meant to be,

like a rose in the blossom and flowers to thee.

you are my soul and knows the song of my heart;

being with you is as acheiving the heaven on a cart.

to feel your love it makes me sigh;

to have it leave i would rather die.

our relationship is like soleille(sun in french) pouring it's serenity from within;

tossed and turned i remained when you are not therein.

my darling, love can erase an awful paste;

love will be ours , u will see at last.

i lie and die mesmerised and enchanted;

when your hairs blows with the wind so comed.

ohh my dear, are you a magic or an illusion;

my love or a friend, i am always in confusion.

i think i have found that special rose;

because talha loves & cares for the one he chose.

A POEM I WROTE LONG BACK FOR MY BEST FRIEND:

In cold chilled nights when the horses gallops,

like in old vineyards & cottages follows;

i could smell the fragrance of your friendship as fresh tulips.

You paved my path to the cascades of love & affection;

which you made me cross, with drownings or perfection.

when you hold my hand & i felt the tender touch,

obsessed in me was the feeling which was pure & rich.

then the epoque of ups & downs,places where i frown;

revealed were those illusions which were never shown.

i stood up with your hands as my soul & look at the face to thee;

shocked, amused, contented to see those mesmerising hands of..............!(here is supposed to be her name rhyming with thee)

LOVE SIMULATED WITH TRUTH

Truth is stranger than fiction, i have heard many a times,

but for me truth is an echo,spelled in rhymes.

Truth is a treasure of love,which survives beyond your non-existence,

a treasure not robbed but earned with your perseverence.

why is it i have to justify truth for my love,

the sanctity of my soul why always hides behind my nature;

oh yes, the ominiscient had made me perhaps a different creature!

As i look out at the majestic sea,
i know you & i were meant to be.
i only wish i could make you see,
how much your love meant to me.
i wish i could walk up to you,
and speak the words that lovers do,
but now i sit here sad and blue,
wishing i could be with you.

Life's been a blossom for me. A melange of ups and downs,sorrows & happiness. Many a times i frown,but a force within,unleashed it's fragrance of light to show me the path of enlightenment. An eternal divine power, which touched my soul with the softness and provided that route to success.The omniscient and the omnipotent, who fashioned my destiny to the horizons of success.Au fait, as the cosmos conspires, that ray of hope made me perspire, to make everyday a better time to be in. I dedicate this very first blog of mine to that rejuvenating force within me- to that almighty who is the creator and the only power of the judgement day!