Tanha

Dekhiye to lagta hai....
Zindagi ki raaho mein...
Ek bheed chalti hai.

Sochiye to lagta hai
Bheed mein sab tanha!!

Ye jo saare rishtey hai
Kaanch k khilone hai..
Chan se tut sakte hai...

Hojaye kaun kahan..
Jaane kaun kab tanha!!

Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, --The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door! You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. "To-night will be a stormy night-- You to the town must go; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow." "That, Father! will I gladly do: 'Tis scarcely afternoon-- The minster-clock has just struck two, And yonder is the moon!" At this the Father raised his hook, And snapped a faggot-band; He plied his work;--and Lucy took The lantern in her hand. Not blither is the mountain roe: With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow, That rises up like smoke. The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down; And many a hill did Lucy climb: But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They wept--and, turning homeward, cried, "In heaven we all shall meet;" --When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet. Then downwards from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small; And through the broken hawthorn hedge, And by the long stone-wall; And then an open field they crossed: The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank; And further there were none! --Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild. O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind..

Excerpts from Lucy Gray- Willia Wordsworth

Some Days Are Like That!!

9.10.06
Yet another lazy monday morning....had to be the same....nothing different generally happens in the life that has turned monotonous ages back...but today it was not to be...The day was filled with events or rather a single event that held the whole day together...an event that was not all that pleasent...that still is not very pleasent to think of!!

No matter how stupid or funny or weird it made me feel, it still has left a 100 things on my mind that i need to think about!! It showed me a whole new "breed" (if i may be allowed to use this term) of man...a breed that i thought existed only in movies but i was in for a surprise as were many of my friends!!!

How persistent can a man be....how different can 2 people think or see things....Its strange....I am running short of words to express my amusement!!!

Friends...love....life.....are they such trivial matters, that even without giving much thought to anything we talk about giving them up or giving up everything for them????where have things like self esteem...pride.....self-worth gone????How hard is it to explain to a person that it takes two to tango????since when has the opinion of someone you are dealing with stopped getting any consideration???Since when has NO lost its meaning???

I always thought whatever the other person thinks...respect it...but i seem to have lost my faith in that..thanks to this one monday.....Boy what a day!!!

Live your life....full of love.....but not at the cost of your honour!!!