Time shall tell
about the unplanned days
Time shall tell
about the sleepless nights
Time shall tell
about the mourning
Time shall tell
about the pains of the wait
Time shall tell
about the depths of heart
Time shall tell
about the heights of fall
Time shall tell
about the valleys within.
Time shall tell
about the scared spirit.
Time shall tell
about the unknown calling
Time shall tell
about the healed one's journey
Time shall tell
about the Rising of an Unified Soul
Time shall tell
about this Soul's journey ahead
Towards its Home.
-- Pooja A Shrivastava
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
कुछ पुरानी यादेँ.
कुछ पुराने पन्ने किताब के
आज युही जो पलट गए
ताज़ी हुई यादों के बहाने जो मिल गए
छिपकर बैठे आंसू को
किनारे यों मिल गए ।
आज बीत गया यादों के संघ
अब कल की ओर नहीं भी कोई शर्म
बीत गए है वोह पल जिनसे था हमें डर।
कुछ पुराने पन्ने किताब के
आज युही जो गए पलट,
ताज़ी हुई यादे आज
मुस्कुरदिये अब फिर हम।
- पूजा श्रीवास्तव
आज युही जो पलट गए
ताज़ी हुई यादों के बहाने जो मिल गए
छिपकर बैठे आंसू को
किनारे यों मिल गए ।
आज बीत गया यादों के संघ
अब कल की ओर नहीं भी कोई शर्म
बीत गए है वोह पल जिनसे था हमें डर।
कुछ पुराने पन्ने किताब के
आज युही जो गए पलट,
ताज़ी हुई यादे आज
मुस्कुरदिये अब फिर हम।
- पूजा श्रीवास्तव
Monday, July 18, 2011
HARRY POTTER.. FAREWELL
"Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home."- J.K. Rowling ...
This is not a farewell.. i shall never forget harry, dumbledore, ron hermione, sirius, luna, ginny, dobby, fred george, snape, prof.mcgonnagle, hagrid, neville, mrs.norris, mr. filch, abberforth and so many more.. even Tom riddle..
Jo you actually made me explore myself.. In the magical world of harry potter i found out abt the true magic inside us all...
thank you for everything.Friday, May 6, 2011
Feeling Blissful Everyday!!
Insight: We all are a part of one Universal Energy called God. For me I am one of the many who call Him "Shree Ram."
He sent us here, away from Him (only physically though) to learn from the mistakes, to spread His message and to witness His many miracles. He never bade us farewell but it was us who beneath all the masks and materialism forgot our true self.
I write this because I like many have been awakened, touched by reality and realized that "He loves me and accepts me even after all my mistakes." He by blessing me has given me yet another chance to make a little difference in His beautiful creation called World.
So I am writing what He has inspired in me- The hand may be mine but the ideas and words, the Truth in the sentences is all HIM.
He has blessed me again and again and I'm not the only one who can give a proof the only of that- because I'm just one of the many who has been touched.
Ramji (for me, for He has so many names) sent me here to do some tasks and learn from them; may be He punished me and now I'm here facing detention. Though I was not happy about the punishment, He knew I deserved it and it was a necessity. The separation was more painful for Him than it was to me,
But today when I remember the past and look at the present I feel nothing but purest form of gratitude and love and devotion. I feel Him close to me in each and every moment like I could reach up to Him in one moment, like I could embrace Him in one hug. I feel Him watching over me and I feel His love pouring out for me.
And in the end (as I wish it would end) I feel the separation is gonna end soon. He is as anxious for me to return Home as I am.
But I still have some few more miles to go- these miles are paths and tasks of my life. Some responsibilities that are on me to fulfill, some messages to spread, many lessons to learn, many deeds to perform. Many to love and many more to be made aware of 'Him'.
- POOJA A. SHRIVASTAVA
30th April 2011
He sent us here, away from Him (only physically though) to learn from the mistakes, to spread His message and to witness His many miracles. He never bade us farewell but it was us who beneath all the masks and materialism forgot our true self.
I write this because I like many have been awakened, touched by reality and realized that "He loves me and accepts me even after all my mistakes." He by blessing me has given me yet another chance to make a little difference in His beautiful creation called World.
So I am writing what He has inspired in me- The hand may be mine but the ideas and words, the Truth in the sentences is all HIM.
He has blessed me again and again and I'm not the only one who can give a proof the only of that- because I'm just one of the many who has been touched.
Ramji (for me, for He has so many names) sent me here to do some tasks and learn from them; may be He punished me and now I'm here facing detention. Though I was not happy about the punishment, He knew I deserved it and it was a necessity. The separation was more painful for Him than it was to me,
But today when I remember the past and look at the present I feel nothing but purest form of gratitude and love and devotion. I feel Him close to me in each and every moment like I could reach up to Him in one moment, like I could embrace Him in one hug. I feel Him watching over me and I feel His love pouring out for me.
And in the end (as I wish it would end) I feel the separation is gonna end soon. He is as anxious for me to return Home as I am.
But I still have some few more miles to go- these miles are paths and tasks of my life. Some responsibilities that are on me to fulfill, some messages to spread, many lessons to learn, many deeds to perform. Many to love and many more to be made aware of 'Him'.
- POOJA A. SHRIVASTAVA
30th April 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
On Saying...
" Wise is the one who knows when not to say,
Honest is the one who knows what not to say,
and
Diplomat is the one one who knows how not say.."
- Pooja A. Shrivastava
Honest is the one who knows what not to say,
and
Diplomat is the one one who knows how not say.."
- Pooja A. Shrivastava
Friday, January 7, 2011
BEAUTIFUL....
Beautiful is the little shy bud,
Beautiful is the well blossomed flower.
Beautiful are the clear rain drops,
Beautiful are the lush green fields.
Beautiful is the twinkling sky,
Beautiful is the morning sun.
Beautiful was the past,
Beautiful is the present.
Beautiful is the instrument,
Beautiful is the music it plays.
Beautiful is the World,
Beautiful are the People on it...
- Pooja A. Shrivastava
Beautiful is the well blossomed flower.
Beautiful are the clear rain drops,
Beautiful are the lush green fields.
Beautiful is the twinkling sky,
Beautiful is the morning sun.
Beautiful was the past,
Beautiful is the present.
Beautiful is the instrument,
Beautiful is the music it plays.
Beautiful is the World,
Beautiful are the People on it...
- Pooja A. Shrivastava
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