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Curious, philosopher, poet, blogger, Biker, writer, Engineer by mistake, Student at a B School by choice, Entrepreneur , history lover, want to explore world, meet new people, learn cultures but ultimately (an average Indian who ll settle for IT company, packages, a beautiful family and will curse Indian cricket and politics throughout the life).... only if what I dream come true :). I hope I ll aspire you by my blog.
The great beauty of Poetry is, that it makes every thing every place interesting - '
John Keats

Monday 12 December 2011

A STORY OF TRUE LOVE :(


Well this is a poem by me on one of the worst and one of the best feeling of the world that atleast once comes to each and every person.Yes am talking about love.But here my poem is not exactly upon love.it is about that pain,it is about that patience a person can have,It is about something about that inner feeling that makes you feel something.


I have mentioned about how a person waits for his beloved ...
How a person just crave for his beloved?
How does he feels for her?


But result is she has no feelings..He tries but that day does not come when she also could have some feelings.And when finally she comes to tell him then she was too late.


Thus the poem is too much about separation ,love and dedication of a person to his beloved.


Have you ever heard a story of this kind?


Once there was a girl,she used to wear a burkha.She was as beautiful as morning sunshine.Her eyes were like deep lake .As she used to wear only burkha so her eyes were only visible.Once a person started loving her just by seeing the priceless.heavnly beauty of her black eyes.The boy used to propose her daily when she used to get out in the market.


One fine day the boy told her that if she would not accept his proposal then he would give his life on 3rd day in center of the market.


1day passed -girl thought he is good.
2day passed -girl felt her love and thought would go on 3rd day.
The boy waited for her 2 days and 3rd day came
3rd day-the girl ran in the market to accept his love but there was pin drop silence.
The girl saw the boy lying in the center of the market with clothes wrapped around him.
The girl shouted at top of her voice.There was pain in her voice,she ran towards the boy ,she tried to hold him,she tried to kiss him,she said"NO DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE YOU CANT DIE.......I LOVE YOU "was what she said..and she started wailing.It felt as if sun was going to shine on a sunny morning and all of a sudden clouds of darkness, pain and tears surrounded it.
The boy had waited for her but she never came and so he gave  his life by tearing his heart....




              "Waiting for you"



Someday I would leave this world,
Someday I would lay under the earth,
Someday  I would not be alive any more,
Someday I would have to close the door,
someday I would have to end the show


But before that,
I want you to see me,feel me,
pray for me,crave for me,live for me,




and one day would see you calling me.
That day you would be craving for me,
that day you would be praying for me,
that day you would be calling for me,
that day you would come near to me.


The same face that I wanted with me,
to feel me,pray for me,crave for me,live for me


And I would be laughing at me.
heart would be pumping high,
smiles would be smiling shy,
As you would come near by.


My ears would try to listen to you,
My hands would try to move towards you,
My eyes would try to stare at you,
My lips would try to make a move.


But see god's move....
That day was same someday
I was lying on a stack of woods,
whole life had come to an end..
whole life had come to an end.................
just waiting for you,thinking for you,living for you,craving for you


The moment I ever wanted had come,
But had to watch it as none,
My soul would still be glad...
As i lived my life after my death/////////


just waiting for you....................




ASPIRING FINDER

PARTH SANGHANI

Wednesday 7 December 2011


LIFE :-IN THE POINT OF VIEW OF AN ARTIST




Well am back after a month to write,was so much busy with college that did not got a chance to blog in last week.Exams,Exams,Exams......this exams make you sick.Guys exams are just stress to the mind .Well still finally from somewhere I got time to write this post.From past 2 months I have been going great ,just writing poems after poems and have written so many of them.

Its been a huge uphill task to search a topic to write a poem on.But when you have a heart from inside then its no big deal.LOVE,HATRED,ANXIETY,PAIN...are the reason for your artistic work.I never search time to write poems because its the environment which make some extraordinary thing out of nowhere..

"AN ARTIST IS MADE WITH EMOTIONS"

"टूटे हुवे दिलसे ही संगीत निकलता हैं "-A wonderful dialogue from movie ROCKSTAR.

An artist is never made,It is just that inner feelings or that emotions or that passion or that anger or that love or  that anxiety inside which makes an ORDINARY MAN TO EXTRA ORDINARY

For me I had always thought that life is some thing more then what you think..

"The more you try to understand LIFE  the more complicated you make it",   



   ક્યારેક હસવું આવે છે આ જીવન ઉપર 
જીવનના સફર માં તમને અજબ ગજબના માનવી મળશે કોઈન હસાવશે તો કોઈન રડાવશે તો કોઈન સુસવાટા વાતા પવનની વેગે આવશે તો કોઈન સ્થિર નીરના પાણી ની જેમ રેહશે,

Sometimes you will hate life,
while sometimes you will cherrish it,
sometimes you will cry high,
or sometimes you will laugh loud,

"LIFE IS ALL ABOUT THOSE SMALL THINGS"
An artist is the one who tries to live the life, feel the life and thrive for the life,સાચો કલાકાર દરેક વ્યવસ્થામાં દરેક અનુકળતામાં જીવનને સમજવાની કોશિશ કરે.જીવન એ મને રૂપિયાના સિક્કા જેવું   લાગે,જયારે એકલું  હોઈ  ત્યારે  નીચે પડે તોજ ખખડે. આમ  પણ આપણે આવ્યા હતા એકલા અને જશું પણ એકલા. એકલતાની તેહઝીબ જેટલી જલ્દી તમે અપનાવો એ તમારી માટેજ અનુકુળ છે.જીવનમાં તમે ૧ સિક્કા ની જેમ રહેસો તો જ તમારો અવાજ  સંભળાશે  બાકીતો આ દુનિયામાં કેટલાક  સિક્કાઓની ખન-ખન આવી ને સ્તબ્ધ થઇ ગઈ છે . ૨ સિક્કા સાથે અવાજ કરે તો અવાજ સંભાળશે જરૂર થી પણ એમાં કયો અવાજ કોનો એ ખબર નહીં પડે ભાઈ.અને ૨ સિક્કા સાથે  ખન ખન કરે એમાં એનું મૂલ્ય ના આંકી શકો પછી એ ૧૦રૂપિયાનો છે કે રૂપિયા નો..

તમારી ઝીંદગી માં ક્યારે આઘાત લાગે અને ક્યારે ઘાટ આવે એ કોઈ ને પણ નથી ખબર. ક્યારે કોણ પીઠ પર હમલો કરે ને ક્યારે કોઈન મુખ પર વાર કરે. ક્યારે કોઈન  મનોમંથન માં મૂકી દે અને ક્યારે કોઈન સ્મિથ ફેલાવી દે

"જીવનમાં ડગલે ને પગલે ધ્યાન રાખજો કોણ જાને કયું ડગલું ક્યાં લઇ જી??"


એટલેજ મને હસવું આવે છે આ જીવન ઉપર..........




ક્યારેક હસવું  આવે  છે  મને  આ જીવન  ઉપર ,


ક્યારેક  વસમું  લાગે  છે  મને  આ  જીવન  સફર ,

ક્યારેક  લાગે  છે  આ  પાણીમાં  જાણે  છબ  છબીયા  કરતુ ,

તો  ક્યારેક  લાગે  કોઈ  વિશાળ  સમુંદર મને  અંદર  ગળતું,



ક્યારેક  રડવું  આવે  છે  મને  આ  જીવન  ઉપર,

તો  ક્યારેક  અઘરું  લાગે  છે  મને  આ  જીવન  સફર ,

ક્યારેક  લાગતું  એ  હવામાં  ઉડતા   પરપોટા  જાણે  પાણીના ,

તો  ક્યારેક  લાગતું  એ  આંસુ  જાણે  કોઈન  નારીના ,



કોઈ  વિશ્વાસ  હણી  લે  છે  આ  જીવન  ઉપર ,

તો  કોઈ  તરછોડી  દે  છે  આ  જીવન  સફર ,

કોઈ  મોતના  કફનમાં  આંસુ  સરે  છે ,

તો  કોઈન  આંસુના  કફનમાં  મોતને  પોકારે  છે ,


કોઈ   નશામાં  હશે  છે  જીવન  ઉપર ,

તો  કોઈ  ત્યાગમાં  કોસે  છે  આ  જીવન  સફર ,

કોઈ  મદિરાને  પ્રેમ  કરતો  ભજન  ગાઈ  છે ,

તો  કોઈ  ઈશ્વરનું  કથાન  કરતો  માસ  ખાઈ  છે ,



કોઈ  પાછળથી   કાયર  ઘા કરે  છે  જીવન  ઉપર 
,
તો  કોઈ  શબ્દોના  રમઝટ  થી  ખાંડી  નાખે  છે  જીવન  સફર ,

એકલતાની  તેહઝીબ  અપનાવી  લેજે   ભાઈ  ,

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ASPIRING FINDER 
PARTH SANGHANI