tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5519633455880915002012-02-06T15:40:53.069+11:00*~*{Sameera}*~*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249126041067834608noreply@blogger.comBlogger1211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-551963345588091500.post-9213994711173944372011-10-07T15:28:00.008+11:002011-10-10T12:16:17.525+11:00

I have been on a reading spree lately and A Waiting Wave by Kulpreet Yadav, a good blogger friend, captured my interest. This is Kulpreet's second novel, having published The Bet in 2006. The novel is set around the December 2004 Tsunami, when the protagonist Harrison Massey (Harry) launches into a tumultous, introspective journey in the Andaman & Nicobar islands. Harry is married to Kareena,

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Royal Botanic Gardens

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It's been a while since I let you knowHow much you really mean to meAnd why the world is a better placeBecause of your tender love & careIt's been a while since I sat to traceThe path we have traversed so farGrowing together and as individualsFulfilling dreams, weaving new onesIt's been a while since I thanked HimFor the serendipity of sending you alongAs a friend, soulmate and so much moreAnd

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This article has nothing to do with Anna Hazare and his campaign(s). It is something I felt I had to voice out. First, take in these two scenarios :*Sydney, Australia; last weekend. Was at a burger joint on George Street with hubby, awaiting our order. A middle-aged cop walked in, smilingly waved at the doughnut counter girl (who recognized him and smiled back) and placed an order for a

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It had been a long day. Mike glanced at his watch; she was due any moment. He smiled to himself, it would be worth the wait. The dahlias in his hand were in full bloom. By the time the train pulled in, his heart had transformed into a fluttering bird. It seemed just like yesterday…They had met in the very same place exactly an year ago. It was a pity she lived in another city, not that it made

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For now I am here, treading this heathMind and body and soul, flesh and bloodWrapped together, a miracle of lifeLiving and loving, caring and sharingFor now, let me be, as life beckonsTo experience another day of destinyUnraveling vistas unknown, unheardWhere the music of life plays for allFor now, there is none to intrudeAs the stream of thought trickles bySprinkling the light of aged wisdomUpon

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No am not back, but I had to put this up for my Angel Nanimum aka Preetilata :)It's said that the thought is what matters, hope this simple wish carries the song of my heart and the voice of my mind across to you dear. God Bless You always!

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Since I was a little girl, I had always dreamt of an ideal friendA friend as sweet as a fairy, like fresh cream from the dairyThose were the exact words I had in mind as I set to find herIn the hope that one day she will come into my life's storyYears passed and I made many friends, good, better, bestThankful to God I am for them all, who nourish my inner soulBut none can be there every single

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We all perceive love differently. For some, it is a way of life, for some it is a part of life, for some it is life itself. I first came to know about Valentine’s Day in the seventh grade and fourteenth of February was never the same again. With each passing year, my friends and I would eagerly look forward to V-Day since the first of the month. Back in school, my perception of love was to have a

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"...and they lived happily ever after", concluded Sia, tucking her daughter into bed."That was such a sweet story Mummy", murmured Ritu, sleep playing in her doll-like eyes."Are they still happy?"The door yawned ever so lightly.Rahul had come to collect his wife."Yes they are", smiled Sia as their eyes made love.*Image Happily Ever After by Snigglefritz

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Looking out her window, she saw the world passing by. A world where she felt like an alien. They looked and spoke like her, yet there was something that held her back from calling herself one of them. She had moved here two summers ago, to live her dreams, but had not been able to savor anything truly, not here in this land she had fancied for ages. She was not ungrateful, this place had given

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Do we have to use the escalator Mom? Five year old Dan looked up at Sofia, eyes round.We have been over this a thousand times. Get moving Danny, unless you want to miss the start of the movie.But Rob said…He was making it all up to scare you.What about Mary, Jessica and Simon?They know how easily provoked you are.What about that story in the papers Uncle Fred was taking about?It was an accident

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Hello friends! As some of you might already be knowing, one of my short stories has been published by Sai Kiran Publications in an anthology titled The Eleven, which is to be released today :)This is the first time my work is coming out in print and I hope you will all encourage me and the ten other bloggers who are a part of this publication by ordering a copy and/or by spreading the word.You

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Hard to believe that another year has elapsed, time simply flies! Anticipation of the new year is there, but not much, given the situation of our country, and the world as such. What with the recession looming large, violence all over the world with the innocent paying the price as usual, and talks of impending war between India and Pakistan, the festive cheer is kind of hard to invoke.Talking of

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It's the festive season, the world is a hive of activityHappy faces all around, blooming and smiling I seeCarols sung in earnest, gifts being wrapped to sendJoy and spirit in the air that nothing can transcendLights so bright, shining in glory for everyone aroundA jingle here, a tinkle there, not a place is sans soundCelsius dropping by the day does not quell the moodWafting from every window,

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From where I stand, I see a countryBound in prejudice and biasNot ready to let go of;We need to be free firstTo free another;The question isJust how muchCan SheWait?P.S. This is my first attempt at a Nonnet, inspired by those written by some friends lately.*Image The Heart Of India by MrGuitarPlayer36

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Friends are one's greatest treasure. Lucky is the man who can value true friendship and preserve them in the ever changing face of life's conundrums.It's been an year and a half since I started to blog and I have seen and learnt a lot here. My social circle has expanded and lateral thinking enhanced. Though I never thought I would get attached to anyone on a personal basis on this platform, I

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Hello Friends! I am sorry to have done a disappearing act. Was away from the net for a month, and it actually was a very relaxing change, lol. Thanks a ton to the dear caring buddies who left concerned mails and wishes. Will be around to all your blogs shortly and start posting soon. As to what I had been up to all this time, pictures are worth a thousand words :)

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Autumn hues colorTwo hearts beating togetherAwaiting union*Image Friends Will Be Friends by nensha

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He: I loved the starsShe: Me too He: Wait lemme explain the picsas of my understanding She: Ok tell me:)He: First pic is ur song. U wrote a songShe: No it's music!He: N then some tree heard it n dropped its fruit on the ground not bearing itShe: LOLHe: Then after singingShe: Ha haHe: U got butterflies in ur stomachShe: :XHe: So u decided to write a novel instead of eating coz u were fastingthen

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Ok, so the Big Bang experiment is underway and what's more thrilling than the experiment itself is all the hype surrounding it. Today morning, I thought nothing of it when I woke up. At about three in the afternoon as I sat chatting away with Cindy and Lena online, I felt the bed shaking and the first thought that struck me was, This is it! I just grabbed both my phones, ran to the door, and

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In life, many come and go. Those who leave a mark in our memories are one of a kind. Because they made a difference knowingly or otherwise, in some way or the other, even if they are no more a part of the story. Whatever they were capable of they gave, and took as well. All relationships have rifts, what matters is how we manage to seal them, sooner or later. Sometimes, even the most strongest of

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From your first kiss that made me stretchTo those osculations after fervent prayerI treasure each thoughtful & loving gestureWiser any day than the wisest soothsayerWhen we were deemed to be by ourselvesYou filled in best you could as a confidantThe meals might have lacked that smackBut love and effort were forever abundantYou made sure I did not miss out anythingIn spite of lacking that pillar

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It was an ordinary Sunday morning. Stretching and yawning out loud, she trudged to her comp. The cabinet beeped, the modem blinked and she was back to her online home on orkut. She had gotten hooked to it since the past few months, thanks to some friends who had made her join. And now she was the one pestering her friends to create their own orkut profile. The friend list was expanding, the

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September's here, bringing with it thirty days of patient fasting. My hypoglycemic brain is not up for thinking right now, so here are a couple of tags...Hemanth had tagged me with TDS (The Desktop Story) Tag.So this is what my desktop looks like, and has looked like for many months now. I don't remember where I found this pic, but there is something about it I have always liked. No matter what I

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She beheld him, the lust glinting in her eyes, knowing too well he was a forbidden pleasure. The bonds of restraint seemed to be giving way, its curtails drawing apart. All she could think was desire, all that she could see was his perfection, as he sat there, robed in the finest attire. He was the most delectable of all she had ever tasted.The sabbatical had taken its toll on her, it was evident

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She lived a colorless life, doing what she was supposed to do. Deep within, she hoped one day there would come someone to paint her dull canvas. Seasons passed, and yet came none...Still, she carried on with a smile on her face and a spring in her step. She knew happiness is in giving, and she gave with all her heart. Wherever she went, she left behind fragrance, one that emanated from the depths

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It's raining tags, hallelujah it's raining tags in Bloggerville! And I am joining in the fun with these two tags handed over by Div Baby and Darling Preeti.First of all, it's Div's birthday today. Yell out to wish her! This is for you sweetie :)************Coming to the tags, Div's 8 point something (not necessarily in the order they are listed)...*8 things I am passionate about*

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A few years back, I had watched The Polar Express. It carried a beautiful message to believe. Such a simple word, yet a depth of meaning woven in those seven letters. I am glad I did, and still believe...*In God. I know He is there, watching.*In faith, that hand which never gives way when all seems lost.*Love comes again.*I make a difference, even if a small one, in the life of another.*Dreams do

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Get out! She yelled. Looking daggers at her, he left, slamming the door behind him.Noooooooooooo, she bolted upright, jactitating. Blackouts usually followed her crying fits, but not nightmares. Shafts of fading sunlight pierced the eerie shadows of the room. Getting up to turn on the light, she hoped he was alright. She could not help worrying as she cooked, tidied the house, took a warm shower

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Writing is an art. Words can express, words can heal, words can soothe. Ah the magic of powerful words! We all have our own style. Every writer is unique in their own way. Blogging is a platform to portray my writing to the world. And a great platform it is indeed. I have met many people through this interface. Some have become very close on a personal front, few vanished, some come and go, but

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Seems just like yesterday, when they brought you in. I had woken up from a nightmare just then, only to realize it had not been one, but brutal reality. It was the dawn of a new week, but for the two of us, the world had just come to an end. They covered your face, I begged them not to. For me you were still sleeping peacefully like a child. So many rushed to lend a kind shoulder. Such an irony

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You mean the world to me. You are not better than the rest, but the best, my greater half without whom I am incomplete. With you, I can be myself, devoid of all inhibitions. When you smile, the radiance lights up my face. When I hurt you, I hurt myself even more. Your silence is a punishment worse than a thousand whiplashes. Your every gesture I have treasured in the chest of life. If I

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Sometimes, everything goes null and life seems a chasm. What seemed gold at first turns into tinsel on touch. There grows a gaping void within, threatening to engulf the self in its wile clutches. Such moments are shards of glass, embedding themselves into the soul, stubbornly refusing to budge when healing scalpels try to dislodge them. Tears stream, leaving scarlet trails. Not a hand to

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Alone we come into this world and alone we goNeither the entrance nor the exit in our handsBut the path that we tread upon is our entityWhether we choose to trudge along or dance

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Few weeks back, I went on a Desert Safari. It was one fun-filled evening! Here are some pictures I clicked, with a bit of poetry added to each :)The dunes lay so calm and invitingEver mysterious and so beckoningCome lose yourself in us, they saySerenity lending the mind astrayA roller coaster ride in these sandsSimply thrilling, so full of romanceRelying on the skills of of one manBashing with

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Who am I?Where did I come from?Where will I go?So much to do, so much to say In this journey called lifeWhere my first best friend is MyselfHere I am rediscovering my inner self with these introspective musings Cindy tagged me for :I am : Me I think : Too much I know : It will be alright I want : To be a somebody I have : Will power I wish : I were slim I hate : Pretenders I miss : All the loved

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There were in all five entries for the Equal A Sequel contest. First and foremost, I would like to thank all the writers who took the effort to complete the story Dumbstruck. Each entry was unique. Though I had told I will post the three best entries, I am posting all of them here (in order of submission) :*Entry No 1 by Lena (sent by e-mail)*He did not know if the beauty of the woman stunned him

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He still admired her beautyShe still had those memories"I want to marry you", he saidHer heart skipped a beatShe would have given anythingTo hear those words back thenNow they meant nothingHer angel had given her lifeWhen he had just thrown her awaySilence was all that remained...*This 55 Fiction (story in fifty five words) was inspired by Celine, who had written about it a few days back

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This day, last yearI set off on a journey...A journey that took a while to get a paceAnd to find its pathMany twists and turns had to be facedBut then, what is a journey without a twist?And here we are going on smoothOur bond growing by the dayLove you so much and thanks for everythingFrom you I have learnt a lot about myselfCause of you life opened many a vista for meHappy Birthday my dearest

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Hey friends! Hope you all are doing fine. I am sorry I have not been around much of late,was first moving house and then later when I got back online, not been able to get back to the bloghopping mood. My apologies for that. Till I catch up with all your blogs and comments, I want to announce the "Equal A Sequel Contest". Yup! Right here on this space. Some of you might remember this short

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Cindy had tagged me sometime back for this. It's the good old Thirty-Question Tag which has been doing the rounds on Bloggerville lately. So here goes...1. Last movie you saw in a theater?* Taare Zameen Par*2. What book are you reading?*Forrest Gump by Winston Groom*3. Favorite board game?*Chess*4. Favorite magazine/s?*In-flight mags/Reader's Digest/India Today*5. Favorite smells?*Babies once

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Blossom little budsMay your life be spring anewBlessed always by Thee*Models : Hansini and Noha :)

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Rajeev had tagged me for a Six Word Memoir long back. So here goes :"She hoped she lived she loved"

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Standing on the pavement, she waved frantically, at least as much as her hands full of shopping bags would allow. No taxi was vacant. Sweat trickled down her brow and her consternation seemed to be reaching its peak as she started cussing under her breath, looking at her watch about a hundred times every minute.He stood there, tall and handsome, watching her and smiling to himself. He was

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It was all over. There was nothing to live for, nothing to hope for anymore. She kept walking aimlessly on the hillside. The stars were shining so brightly but it seemed like doomsday to her. The full moon was menacing, laughing at her pain in all its glory. How cruel could nature get?, she thought.One could not blame her state of mind. The earthquake had taken away all her family and friends.

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Break free, free from the shackles of the pastStep into a new world which awaits invitingSo much which has been said and done thenLet go of them even if they seem so hauntingThe warmth of his eyes, the touch of his handMake up for the pain inflicted by those fiendsThose truly caring souls who always stood byWill stand till the end of days as real friendsBeyond this gate a beautiful tomorrow

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Recently, I read the novel A Walk To Remember. The simplicity of the love story and the message it conveys is so moving. Miracles do happen, at times when least expected. When something is wished for from the innermost depths of the heart, God surely listens. We never realize how much we tend to move away from life in the day-to-day struggle to survive and make ends meet. Frustration and lack of

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Standing at the windowsill, she waits for him to come pick her up for a special dinner on this special day, in warm anticipation of the love, gifts and adoration she knows she will be showered with…Walking by a gleaming shop window, she covets a beautiful necklace set and sighs hoping that one day the one would gift her something like it on this day…Standing at a traffic signal holding a basket

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Step by step life moved aheadSweeping me in its whirlwindWhether I wished to keep paceOr just wanted to be in a bendSurprises of all sorts it gave meSome sweet and some unpleasantKnowing not what I want or notSuffocating at times with no ventEmotions flow at a dizzying paceAnd at times just getting drainedPhases and transitions rolling onDry at times when it just rainedEven if it did not turn out

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Full of passionCrawling like a snakeDetermined than everDeadlier than the seven sinsIt slithers hither and thitherFlowing like acid in the veinsEnveloping one and encroaching their beingThirsty for bloodshed and craving for unrestLike a wild beast which knows no civilizationGrowing stronger and powerful by the momentIn the hues of dawn as well as in the lap of nightWanting more and more and

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Like love blooming in midst of all the hateLike how a new born first opens its eyes;Beautiful gift of nature with open armsFull of tidings fresh and everything nice.Making one and all glee in joyful delightWith every bud and blossom she grows;Leaving heady fragrances in her wakeLovely as the lines of time bound prose.Waking up after a long spell of cold sleepSpreading her spirit and uplifting

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A smile, it is said, is a curve which can put things straight. Costing nothing and conveying so much, it is one of the best things in this world which are for free. Sweetest Lena tagged me to write about fifty-one reasons which make me smile. Here goes, in no particular order :1. When a near and dear one smiles at me for no reason :)2. When someone says that I have lost weight, even if I really

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S was new to the world of blogging. Gradually she made some friends in Bloggerville, among them one A got very close to her. They used to chat day and night, all the girly talk and she confided a lot in her new friend. Day and night S would be awake cause she felt A really needed her after the recent emotional trauma they had undergone. One day a dispute occurred between them cause she expected

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A first glance that lead to a wonderful saga of loveWhich bound our souls together in blissful unionTime brewed and made it stronger every momentMaking tumultuous winds fade away into oblivionThe wait was very long and the days were testingStill we hoped and prayed and waited and lovedAnd today we stand here at that point of our livesTo move on to being man and wife from belovedWith a song in our

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Why do you love me? You ask me. I say, Cause...Hmm...ah...err...Is there a reason needed to love someone? Be it family or friend or that special someone, love is love and it exists cause we cannot be without it. Love is omnipresent, from the smallest drop of water in the ocean to the greatest of God's creations. Why do we go about searching for it? The happiest person in the world knows that love

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It's in, it's the way, it's the trendEnabling to make many a friendNo matter what, it sure is rockingThis cool culture called blogging!Never knew I would get so addicted to this space and come to have it so close to my heart. Well, life is full of unexpected turns and starting this blog sure made life more interesting. Coming to this post, it is a walk down memory lane, thanks to sweet Lena who

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One by one, they cameLighting up the winter skyThen there were showersImage : One of the shots I clicked two weeks back during a stroll at the Creek, where there is an awesome display of fireworks every weekend night. It is Dubai Shopping Festival time here and the city is abuzz with festivity.

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I was scratching my head for ideas to write about a few days back and there came along not one but two muses, the first being the ever smiling Hope and the second, a most peculiar chick called Atyllah :)As for five sites Hope wanted me to list down, they would be those related to something which I really love...It is in you, it is in meAll around and withinWhat would life be ifIt were not

*~*{Sameera}*~*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249126041067834608noreply@blogger.com51tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-551963345588091500.post-63222422483836590552008-01-22T06:35:00.000+11:002008-01-25T20:17:08.913+11:00

Life is colorful the way it isIt is we who are colorblindSay these splashes from my life, what do yours have to tell?

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Here goes my first tag for the year, thanks to dear Noushy...Love and Hate, two four-letter antonyms which go hand in hand. Both bring tears and pain, and both are so passionate. We are born to love and to love alone. Yet, sadly, as we grow up, hatred is inculcated in one form or the other, knowingly at times and otherwise. Love makes relationships and hence life, beautiful. Hate breaks them,

*~*{Sameera}*~*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249126041067834608noreply@blogger.com57tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-551963345588091500.post-27599994520232799562008-01-13T06:46:00.002+11:002008-11-21T09:25:32.016+11:00

Just realized that I have been writing only poetry since this year started! Hmmm...what do I write about now? Love? Or relationships? Or about the biting cold here in Dubai? Nah! New ideas do keep popping up now and then, but at work I am too lazy to pen them down, typing is much easier! Well, here goes a train of thought...There is so much to life, so much than we can ever imagine. We learn as

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When you sleep, I seeYour dreams within my own mindWarmth then kills the coldImage Sleep by aeravi

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At times, why is it that...the heart bleeds?the soul cries?even in day it is night?nothing can make this moment better?no one, just no one can make it fine?there is this unbearable pain?loneliness threatens to swallow me up?even the most sure seems so unsure?my sanity seems to make no sense?the world seems so ridiculous?the stream from the eyes flows like no end?there is no way out?Why is it all

*~*{Sameera}*~*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249126041067834608noreply@blogger.com62tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-551963345588091500.post-31705681562422147312008-01-03T19:52:00.000+11:002008-01-06T22:36:35.163+11:00

An enchanting sagaBeyond any feelingCannot describe itDelving in the heartEcstasy it bringsFantasies galoreGod sent for mankindHeart to heartIgniting passionJoy like none otherKnowing it existsLongings so wearyMemories so sweetNever ending blissObstacles innumerablePaving newer waysQuenching the thirstRacing over timeSweet like chocolateTantalizing delightUnderstanding needsVanity plays no

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Wrap up the bygones and put them aside,Just let it go and flow along with the tide;Set off on a new year full of hope & cheer,Let a smile always take the place of a tear.UPDATE :Sweet and generous Lisa gave me two awards in a Link Love Extreme today! Thanks so much dear :)So here I go passing them along, as is the tradition...*The first award, Bloggers Of The World - 2007/2008 goes to all the

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It's New Year's Eve and here we all wait in anticipation of the start to a brand new saga of 365 days, in the hope that it will be a harbinger of better times to come, in every way possible. People make resolutions and they attempt to stick to them, initially with amazing sincerity and then slackening as the year rolls by and then again resolving the same, maybe a bit improvised, in the coming

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Cute bubbly Mann tagged me to do this post and I knew I will love writing it, cause it's a musical one! What would life be without music and how incomplete would the soul be without melody? Cannot imagine! Ok here we go now... Rules according to her : 1. Put your music player on shuffle mode. 2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.3. You must write the name of the song

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Out of this world you might be, but forever in my heart you remainI know you are beside me in every step I take in this journey of life;Anguish of your loss could never cease to prevail, still I am strong'Cause I came from you, who taught me not to be broken by strife.

*~*{Sameera}*~*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249126041067834608noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-551963345588091500.post-43896839514258180722007-12-05T06:15:00.000+11:002007-12-06T05:47:37.801+11:00

Though I have been in Dubai for almost five months, I am yet to experience many of its multifaceted wonders. Went to Ski Dubai on UAE Day. It is one of the most famous man-made snow parks in the world, located in the Mall of the Emirates. Having lived in a near tropical climate whole life, this was something new and amazing for me! Thought will share it with you all...After donning on the warm

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Freedom is everyone's right. Almost all people worldwide are lucky to be able to speak out their heart without fear of being arrested or executed. Pity some still have to live in fear that their each and every word is weighed and tested. The ongoing protests about the act of a British school teacher in Sudan is such an example. Read about it here. She may have hurt sentiments of Muslims worldwide

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Guess November has become a month for tags! However I am glad both the below tags are not Memes. So here goes...First of all a message about Kiva, as prompted by Dee.Now you would ask, what is Kiva?*Kiva lets you lend to a specific entrepreneur in the developing world - empowering them to lift themselves out of poverty*I feel it is a great way to help fellow human beings who have immense

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A smile so pure, a heart of goldAt times I wonder is she for real;Fate brought our paths togetherHow does she know what I feel?Every word from her exudes loveEach syllable so true and sincere;In this world of pretence and showHow is someone so far yet so near?When I faltered she took the blameEver smiling even amidst the pain;A miracle of life nothing less she isSo silly she seems but so very

*~*{Sameera}*~*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249126041067834608noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-551963345588091500.post-20891767298926001112007-11-24T01:10:00.000+11:002007-12-05T05:40:34.868+11:00

A few days back, I came across the concept of Haiku, thanks to Cuckoo. Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry, where the poems are simple, small and not rhymed. It is nothing but a depiction of nature in its innumerable aspects. These are the basic rules for writing Haiku : 1. Each poem must have 3 lines, comprising of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively.2. Each Haiku must contain a seasonal

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When I was a kid, I always used to fantasize about things which I had read about in books-not that I do not now! Big shady trees used to play the part of The Faraway Tree and I would dream about the lovely places that supposedly come above it.I get so very enthralled by greenery and can never get enough of it any day. Even after finding out such trees do not really exist, the child within me has

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"Every moment seems like an eternity, no bliss could be complete Though I know you are with me and our love is a divine blessing; No soul can ever fathom our love and none could ever love me so Your love is a gift of me to me with you being enwrapped within."

*~*{Sameera}*~*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249126041067834608noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-551963345588091500.post-28439227692969702382007-11-16T06:37:00.001+11:002008-08-28T21:17:53.174+10:00

Keeping my promise to Preeti, here I go tagging again! Also found out that Nicky has tagged me as well. Though the context of both tags are different, they are both memes, hence I am doing them together in one post.Taking up the cue from sweet Preeti, an insight into The Haven in this Writing Meme...The Haven was inaugurated on a midsummer evening of May this year, when I was sitting alone

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Taken for grantedStamped uponRidiculed aboutThrashed byScratched onRipped apartBroken into piecesBarricaded away Torn mercilessly Asphyxiated by some......Yet it comes back stronger each time 'cause there are more to...Cherish its every breathGently nourish it againRespect it any dayWard off the blowsHeal the

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If I am a book, you are its coverIf I am strength, you are my powerIf I am a cake, you are the icingIf I am a queen, you are my kingIf I am destiny, you are my fateIf I am the soul, you are its mateIf I am sleep, you are the dreamIf I am a ray, you are my beamIf I am silence, you are my voiceIf I am grace, you are the poiseIf I am candy, you are my flavorIf I am taste, you are the savorIf I am an

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Just when I thought I was running out of ideas, there come two tags back to back! Thanks Lisa for my first ever tag. I don't usually talk about Me, Myself & I on this space, but then can't say no to friends any day. So here goes...Three Things In My Life I Can Never Let Go OfSounded simple when I read her tag but now that I have to write about it, it's a totally different ballgame! As it is about

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With the world changing by leaps and bounds, the word peace has taken on a whole new meaning. Gone are the days when warding off foreign invaders from our country was the way to bring peace into our land and thereby, into our lives. Peace is not something which can be created nor distributed nor exchanged in form of treaties and pacts. We all seek it, groping in the dark, searching in the light,

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Sometimes life gives less when we want more. But at times, it's the other way around. Happiness is a bubble which just pops up when least expected. Though this bubble won't last forever, while it lasts, it's a blessing. Today my bubble is almost bursting, it's so full! I got a job right up my alley. It may not be the ultimate dream job, but it is a great start for a fresher. In the past twenty

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"Tomorrow will be a better day they hopeBefore succumbing to beckoning dreams;When tomorrow comes they never see itForgetting in pursuit of brighter beams."

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She MovesShe swirls she swings, her long skirts flow in the windIn joy and bliss, her feet refusing to touch the ground;Long tresses dancing to her moves full of exuberanceTo a beautiful rhythm even though there is no sound.Her laugh tinkles pleasant than the sweetest of musicWhen will this moment end she doesn't know or care;Peace at heart and joy in her soul, dance she will stillEven when the

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Sometimes, life can be so surprising. Happiness pops out of the least expected of places at the least expected of times. What started out as a small impulsive decision has become so important to me today. I guess all great things in life start from scratch...Yes, I am talking about blogging! This passion has grown, enrapturing me more day by day. And thanks to some people who encourage me no end,

*~*{Sameera}*~*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249126041067834608noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-551963345588091500.post-24753835778812801812007-10-26T07:57:00.002+10:002008-11-21T09:15:26.655+11:00

Me, myself & I...Just how many selfish times a day do we think of ourself and our own self alone?I know some wise people rightly said :"Self help is the best help""God helps those who help themselves", so on and so forth.But these adages seem to have lost their charm and their meaning seems totally different now, in a world where the concept of love thy neighbor is long gone; know thy neighbor

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True love is hard to come by in this world, where love exchanges hands, hearts and bodies with the blinking of an eye. But true love lives on, for those who believe in it. It may change shape and assume different proportions from time to time, but it does exist, surviving even when it is stamped upon and scorned by those who try to hold it back.Ever wondered how it feels to be kissed by true love

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Life evolves from, goes through, and eventually rests with them. They exist in various forms, sometimes bowing down, and at times overpowering each other. Yet they co-exist in harmony, holding this universe together...EARTHSolid, firm and stable, she is their baseFrom her dust, grow the greatest trees;When enraged she can cause destructionBut her constant support can never cease.She bears the

*~*{Sameera}*~*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249126041067834608noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-551963345588091500.post-10726021995552696602007-10-22T05:58:00.001+10:002007-12-05T05:32:56.984+11:00

While chatting today with my oldest best friend from school, she happened to create this; the doodle of a highly talented-artistic-creative designer. Love you Saji. Can never appreciate you enough; I will run out of words. Cheers to you and our Friendship! God Bless...

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Encompassing the extremes of birth and death and everything in between, life is a rainbow.All wish to walk through it, but are reluctant to be drenched in the preceding rain.It is in our hands to make this rainbow brighter with each passing day or to let it fade away with time.The colors of life are many, each with innumerable hues of inexplicable loveliness.Each color has something to say...Rule

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"Never despair when things don't work out Don't ever give up when you are rejected; Type 'rejected' in cell in dictionary mode It shows up only after the word 'selected'."

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Once in a while, a forgotten song comes back to haunt and make us fall in love with it all over again. So did this one to me today...बावरा मन देखने चला एक सपनाबावरा मन देखने चला एक सपनाबावरे से मन की देखो बावरी हैं बातेंबावरी सी धड़कने हैं बावरी हैं सांसेंबावरी सी करवटों से निंदिया लुभागेबावरे से नैन चाहें बावरे झरोखों सेबावरे नज़ारों को तकना...बावरा मन देखने चला एक सपनाबावरे से इस जहाँ में बावरा

*~*{Sameera}*~*http://www.blogger.com/profile/05249126041067834608noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-551963345588091500.post-15921453841179806422007-10-18T00:20:00.002+10:002008-07-21T20:37:48.828+10:00

We all need a daily boost, don't we? What better way than a cup of life! Here are the ingredients :*L : Love of near and dear ones to keep us going*I : Introspection to make tomorrow a better day*F : Faith in God, no matter how rough the seas are*E : Expecting little and giving in leaps and boundsIt makes a world of difference. Brew your own cup today and do share it if you can :)Image - Forever

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"Love makes the world go around they sayBut friendship sustains when the world goes away"

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Photography is an art and not all can capture the world within a frame. As an amateur, I love admiring artwork of pros of the shutterbug world. However, art can also be created by accident, as I realized with these two I happened to take.*When getting ready to take a shot few days back, the cam slipped from my hand exactly as I clicked and lo! this was the result!*This is not a variety of fish

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At times it is annoying when people, especially those you still getting acquainted with, can get on your nerves just by the questions they ask! No pun intended, but quite irritating nevertheless. Here are some which drive me bonkers and the answers I would love to give...1. Why don't you tell me something about yourself?*I have a pair of eyes, ears, a nose, and hands and legs. You asked for

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"I feel terrible!Forgive me God, I will not do it again..."Wondering what is the crime I committed to make me feel so?I opened the fridge a while back and happened to see two cups of strawberry yogurt bought a couple of weeks before. I had forgotten their existence and suddenly felt like having one. To my dismay, they were out of date, one having expired just yesterday. As a rule I never waste

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"Life finds a way, even if it is of stone"Image taken at Mahabalipuram, Chennai (India) in July 2007.Related older post - Growing Up...Link to this post - Phoctober

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Today is a day to rejoice. A day to...*Revel after a month of patient sacrifice *Spread cheer to everyone around *Feast after the tedious fasting *Give generously to the younger *Receive blessings of the elder *Host and be hosted in return *Bring in hope and love and peace*In short to be joyful and smileYet why do I feel so amiss?Dullness in my heartNo spring in my step A gloom within the light..

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How are you? I am fine.This is the most we tend to exchange with many a friend in the daily rush of life. There never seems time for a refreshing chat, or even to share a simple joke. Time, the culprit, always finds a reason to end a conversation even before it has picked up. Thinking there is tomorrow to make amends, we are wrapped up in our own world; but does that tomorrow ever come? Well

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