Wake up to the brand new day! October 3, 2006
Posted by Sandeep in My Favorite, Poetry.Tags: inspirational, poem
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We don’t need these broken wings,
we don’t need thoughts hurt us,
we have reasons and so many ways,
wake up to the brand new day!
After the stormy night, and
silent conversations and fray;
don’t care much about
lost battles;
wake up to the brand new day!
Things that shape tomorrow,
and things that was yesterday;
We really don’t have any choice,
to change them!
So, wake up to brand new day!
Forgive them those who hurt us,
more than twice;
let us seek their well-being,
let us pray!
We can’t really make them realize,
their mistakes;
Wake up to the brand new day!
We listen what others have to say,
we molded our thoughts in their way;
we became contrived to ourselves,
we really don’t have to compromise
what others have to say;
Yes my dear, smell the breeze;
wake up to the brand new day!
Let us not forget ourselves,
our basic instincts and thoughts;
we are one and unique;
never ever forget our old days,
keeping this in mind, let us,
wake up to the brand new day!
Life is Going nowhere? – Anonymous June 16, 2006
Posted by Sandeep in Poetry.Tags: Life, Loneliness, poem
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I don’t know where my life is actually going on. Yes, another article of rave reviews and sarcastic comments. BUT NO COMMENTS. 
Time is good, only circumstances are bad. I have said that before, people are at their best only circumstances turn them bad. People are real source of inspiration, only illusions turn them off, and a bigger illusion called life. Over the years, I developed a philosophy of life. It is a Philosophy, which changed with events, people and circumstances and viewpoints. CHANGE IS ONLY CONSTANT. Deep in the heap of memories, I found some memories so close to my heart. Some of the memories are those which helped me to define what happiness actually is. (I will write them about, what was it to dance in the mud and get you dirty to the end)
No one can understand what life actually is. Apart from this incomprehension, here is a small piece of poetry I wrote just few minutes ago. I accept it is imagery.
Abandoned in the middle of the sea,
so lonely, far across the beach I see;
Strong winds take it one way,
turn down other with tides foray;
falling from the sour eye, like dry tear;
Far away, a small ship is going nowhere;
-Sandeep Chopra (You are free to use this anywhere)
MEANINGS
Foray : To attack with force, almost changing the direction of the hit upon object (here is ship)
Lonely evenings… April 29, 2006
Posted by Sandeep in Poetry.Tags: Loneliness, poem
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My eyes looking for someone,
my soul searching for some thing;
finally gratify and relax,
in the lonely evening!
Smell of first drop of rain,
stir a wonderful sensation;
Bring back to me memories
of best days and mornings;
but finally, I find what I ever wanted,
in the lonely evening.
A friend and a feeling lost,
sitting in a dark room;
I found myself, dream, a light,
I rediscover solitude,
every lonely evening!
As the caravan of memories,
move up to a line;
One of them left behind,
come and rejoin again,
in the lonely evening;
Older and older I growing,
I have seen a youth whirling;
finally, I take him back and rejuvenate,
in the lonely evening!
Meaning used in this poem:
gratify : give satisfaction
stir: Evoke or call forth, with or as if by magic
caravan : A procession traveling together in single file
rejuvenate: Make younger or more youthful
