you can find the world in a person's diary who thinks He's the world

Nov 11, 2010


Oh, I see vivid dreams of my street,
the journeys I had,
laughter with friends

The place
where every moment assured joy worth a lifetime
An ocean of a billion people

The place
where hundred tongues communicate with each other
thousand religions coexist

hours slipped thinking,
hours slipped wondering

thinking of my country
of the diversity, 
my people,
my anthem, which I sung everyday at school.
of the very space filled with air
and supported by land
where my heart lies

Wish I was capable of expressing the consciousness of blood jetting through my body

I sat reading those news!
those attractive and dubious headlines,
which didn't matter, cause
at some degree, they were describing India

I had no idea for how long,
I gazed at the Indian map
what does a map mean to me?
I'm not sure!
but the happiness it bestows is immeasurable

I read the anthem,
I sang it aloud

I read the national song,
and sang it aloud..
was I standing then? did I care?

I painted India!
I read Jammu and Kahsmir,
I typed Bihar,
Everything about her seemed so beautiful
I was haplessly in love
I was infatuated,
I wanted to touch India!

Another intense occurrence of ardor to pursue something!


anisha desai said...

simply superb

\/ said...

Brilliant !
Salute to India, and every other nation.

PS: Get rid of the the bracketed explanation / change something in last 2 lines

Ranjith said...

lemme try :)

sriram said...

really good ...dude!!!!

Venky said...

intha patriotism entra sudden ga??? antha la miss authunava.... gud

Ranjith said...


Venky: orey idi oka time frame of 5 months loo rasinadi idi.. sudden kadu

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