tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4540093230579408992024-03-20T13:08:29.310+05:30The Selfish Poet (In a similar World)Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-25583080734571044612009-07-07T10:52:00.000+05:302009-07-07T10:58:03.097+05:30Blind...<div align="center">Blind…<br /> <br />Not just an other day,<br />in the bright month of summer.<br />Lesson to learn,<br />through scraps, and pieces, and glimmer.<br /> <br />May sound unusual,<br />but is quite simple & true.<br />I learnt simple things,<br />which I usually didn’t knew.<br /> <br />I just learnt it,<br />without any need to read it or write.<br />Learnt it when I was blind,<br />which I missed out, when I had sight.<br /> <br />Losing is the only way,<br />so that once you can find.<br />Being able to see and then foresee,<br />only once when you are blind.<br /> <br /> - Savla Viral L.</div>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-43005587794701572702009-03-09T16:08:00.006+05:302009-03-09T16:15:58.941+05:30I walk away....<div align="center"><br />I walk away….<br /><br />An unpleasant morning had begun,<br />the dreams started to fade,<br />I had to walk away….<br /><br />I assumed wrong colours in the dark, at night,<br />but now received the light of sun on face,<br />I chose to walk away….<br /><br />Playing a perfect Fool, counting dreams to be Real,<br />Real, Heart-pumping, fresh in breath.<br />I relied on this, asking to heal,<br />but it proved to be another wound to death.<br /><br />My idiocy is now my realization,<br />for which there exists a grave,<br />I walk away….<br /><br />Had I been proverbial earlier, to this truth,<br />I wouldn’t dare to stand and wait,<br />I would readily walk away….<br /><br />I have to leap to change so as to survive,<br />while there are no acquisitions I would frame.<br />In search, where I can bank my trust,<br />because nothing now continues to be the same.<br /><br />While the colours in my life still exists,<br />but has instigated to rot and stink.<br />While everything around has capsized,<br />I am left here all numb, just within a blink.<br /><br />*** </div><div align="right">Savla Viral L. </div>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-78436247254599977982009-02-24T18:34:00.000+05:302009-02-24T18:35:42.055+05:30Untrue Equations<p align="center">Untrue Equations<br /><br />Words are few that visit me now,<br />while thoughts are many, unable to count.<br />All it was at the day’s end,<br />a pile of emotions I had to mount.<br /><br />Unknown of myself or the world around,<br />the situations had turned me numb.<br />But I wouldn’t prefer to surrender,<br />neither would I agree to succumb.<br /><br />Its when people fall prey<br />to the illusions of obscure intentions.<br />I wait to face the truth,<br />now hidden in the Untrue Equations. <br /> ***</p><p align="right">Savla Viral L.</p>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-37344765175068228832009-01-31T19:12:00.004+05:302009-01-31T19:33:23.951+05:30Captured moments, with emotions captivated within...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_bNpInHtGTxsCgbKq5eaq82YA7OOA8adTLGQw0vsC-x-koGfKrq2zAlm0UYFltQRFcxNsKBk_aRM1gqv6vh9Po7dxsGcEzWiULYqdzGkBRDkOqDjqdZD2fL4IHdtlwzughwsgcx02Gc/s1600-h/DSC01304.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297454669960617138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_bNpInHtGTxsCgbKq5eaq82YA7OOA8adTLGQw0vsC-x-koGfKrq2zAlm0UYFltQRFcxNsKBk_aRM1gqv6vh9Po7dxsGcEzWiULYqdzGkBRDkOqDjqdZD2fL4IHdtlwzughwsgcx02Gc/s320/DSC01304.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong>My dear pal, "Billoo"</strong></div><p><strong></strong> </p><p><strong></strong> </p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZ4ldQGzgX8X2id4VDxpNnZ2XvJQRz7o6Hf6bNSkHAfipYP5A37gufK720btzveq4a6j0bseKX1XMlEQKtWQQ8gjZharW_URzevUCaAeY8qd-6aW7-B6KJ5YfThtAOvVrCq1c3OUs63c/s1600-h/DSC01262.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297454649225966338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZ4ldQGzgX8X2id4VDxpNnZ2XvJQRz7o6Hf6bNSkHAfipYP5A37gufK720btzveq4a6j0bseKX1XMlEQKtWQQ8gjZharW_URzevUCaAeY8qd-6aW7-B6KJ5YfThtAOvVrCq1c3OUs63c/s320/DSC01262.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>Different Faces, Different Facets .<br /><br /></strong></span><br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297454641599062466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxa6a7xCpQSScNN4hQEszrARsrKx5A0GttLbeNEgshC9zIwIqKhSL_VGqIGx0YHivq0h5c5sKsU2REdz4Si5Y3_TgraPCVxjUcCU-uwJynHa1ccriMrjC07P-4hX5li7l7S33FJKX2PZo/s320/DSC01158.JPG" border="0" /><strong>The Share of Happiness.</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5oqgzBXpscFIZtNocwtykhpznxNVOzi4KBsZzKgv7xixocU5a8dnrj3BQETOx8OplQ3pXLijcd8eRv9Iyqrla9A-vSUF1YDWCRIWhmgyvk58pyTcME3gxJkoWTb-wFvn4iCsIjkKDwc/s1600-h/DSC01118.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297454632978077250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5oqgzBXpscFIZtNocwtykhpznxNVOzi4KBsZzKgv7xixocU5a8dnrj3BQETOx8OplQ3pXLijcd8eRv9Iyqrla9A-vSUF1YDWCRIWhmgyvk58pyTcME3gxJkoWTb-wFvn4iCsIjkKDwc/s320/DSC01118.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong>The passage to eden, which says "No - Entry"..!!</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42fq_D1h9ldWN83lDJS0eMT9TngrCcXvRKue4yO_9dR-te3qj-9dtYqHhTIpGFa0lu0XGd-XQHRxrMtvDQbl9waQtbEFPJ8xkCveVwkx5AgdpTgBgbgf2dibApU1DRFVMDrQqaQfUAV4/s1600-h/DSC01095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297453915166859442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42fq_D1h9ldWN83lDJS0eMT9TngrCcXvRKue4yO_9dR-te3qj-9dtYqHhTIpGFa0lu0XGd-XQHRxrMtvDQbl9waQtbEFPJ8xkCveVwkx5AgdpTgBgbgf2dibApU1DRFVMDrQqaQfUAV4/s320/DSC01095.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong>The Dark Arts.</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUkedoJB__v9iDV5Zvwh0CTOSyfUC4-QB_LNiLkHsoND-eT0GzwsDdnFbg6oSmdhJLq1KDL-rGabqyN1M9TwlUIhU6xK1el1VmieeE14cwaUwGPGXKgh2PdY08al6PpIuYVT5NmTWdDk/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297453910187801426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUkedoJB__v9iDV5Zvwh0CTOSyfUC4-QB_LNiLkHsoND-eT0GzwsDdnFbg6oSmdhJLq1KDL-rGabqyN1M9TwlUIhU6xK1el1VmieeE14cwaUwGPGXKgh2PdY08al6PpIuYVT5NmTWdDk/s320/DSC00535.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong>Made for Each-Other, Eternally..</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1B30lcOlg3dXm_K_odOv2bAHFV-DwHaVbJNdu8XT99auRwzWD1ba_tb8sMUsvT6t0XP2Wad9fE1ryj05-IY5N9c3NNTiq3D5EkBin5EyhKrNvyaG1i-VZ5ZeVSwVpPQUk8Pi0CQDnItw/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297453908553645106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1B30lcOlg3dXm_K_odOv2bAHFV-DwHaVbJNdu8XT99auRwzWD1ba_tb8sMUsvT6t0XP2Wad9fE1ryj05-IY5N9c3NNTiq3D5EkBin5EyhKrNvyaG1i-VZ5ZeVSwVpPQUk8Pi0CQDnItw/s320/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong>An Identity to Own. </strong> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrY7B3sKpBicEUJWMy_z2x8R2hyQ5PthOYRQ-KbcwZ9mH53e9KwfdGTN71kfkuYxDDfp5Yh_sb2KYkuO8dka_e2mb-KpN_F9FiWXEwwYc5vgI5E-Pq5jTZ8RvMmZUV7ECcHPX11l5jahM/s1600-h/DSC00466.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297453903418435874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrY7B3sKpBicEUJWMy_z2x8R2hyQ5PthOYRQ-KbcwZ9mH53e9KwfdGTN71kfkuYxDDfp5Yh_sb2KYkuO8dka_e2mb-KpN_F9FiWXEwwYc5vgI5E-Pq5jTZ8RvMmZUV7ECcHPX11l5jahM/s320/DSC00466.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong>The Tree of Wisdom, since ages.. </strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZEk7S7mIYYwswAET2fY6NJXD5yDvqTn2GqPHi2WpW3_vC6OoYolEeakPOEaql8C8ArSWmMTAPDR3Zhn-OxQxchH3Iej8dUxtu7bcv4O7jcU6XByr3lskbxyIRPzK9vsvw9nIOsdvrq0Q/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297453902979070514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZEk7S7mIYYwswAET2fY6NJXD5yDvqTn2GqPHi2WpW3_vC6OoYolEeakPOEaql8C8ArSWmMTAPDR3Zhn-OxQxchH3Iej8dUxtu7bcv4O7jcU6XByr3lskbxyIRPzK9vsvw9nIOsdvrq0Q/s320/DSC00316.JPG" border="0" /></a> C<strong>oloured Eden, Darken'd Places.. </strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-3300023238648755052009-01-10T17:56:00.007+05:302009-01-13T15:15:54.629+05:30more than fortunate captures..!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13qLjp_0h5Cek00eBCuPPhT9zyXKy9fYNpS3ErbzhapYjXdYdyUEcJnCZCxg1VpFDBZaxMhzFuaF7UOa_UuXRoqyDpVTJ20KJRaLhC7Q9jj0I2Iam_clHpjoiHcv9Q8rFSPIO4JTZ7oA/s1600-h/DSC01228.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289643525469635218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13qLjp_0h5Cek00eBCuPPhT9zyXKy9fYNpS3ErbzhapYjXdYdyUEcJnCZCxg1VpFDBZaxMhzFuaF7UOa_UuXRoqyDpVTJ20KJRaLhC7Q9jj0I2Iam_clHpjoiHcv9Q8rFSPIO4JTZ7oA/s320/DSC01228.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a 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Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-7281818469091489902008-11-28T18:03:00.000+05:302008-11-28T18:09:07.456+05:30The Lunar Epic<p>The characters, organisms and events in this verse are a work of fiction.But, any similarity or any sort of resemblance to any existing persons, organisms could not be entirely unintended and coincidental...</p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">The Lunar Epic<br /><br />The Epic set first in ages,<br />when time was yet to feature.<br />Earth amongst the only bystanders.<br />Else, no other creature.<br /><br />The anecdote is anticipated to be<br />more than about billions of years old.<br />Though, the scenario repeats every fortnight,<br />it has never been actually told.<br /><br />First to appear, was sun, father so grand,<br />with a brood of daughters, of almost nine.<br />His face; so bright and dazzling with pride,<br />and always offered a smile in its shine.<br /><br />All alone, yet so valorous and unwavering,<br />that it inspired life on Earth.<br />With the first petals which bloomed,<br />blossomed a few more motives of mirth.<br /><br />The brightest entity in the dark vicinity,<br />guided fellows with light, like a pope.<br />So that others never lost, instead gained more,<br />what we say as, “rays of hope”.<br /><br />But the solar spirit, couldn’t sustain<br />its shine, soon after the sundown.<br />Moon then facilitated the Sun.<br />Borrowing light from him, furnishing own.<br /><br />With million of stars there in the sky,<br />it was still dark at night.<br />but not after there intervened<br />divine moonlight.<br /><br />The daughter of Earth,<br />young in millions than the sun.<br />However unslept since ages,<br />for the task to be done.<br /><br />For its light, unlike the sun’s,<br />which was itself for shade.<br />It rather inspired many a admirers,<br />devotees, poets’ pen-blade.<br /><br />The Solar toil, then unappreciated,<br />by the flowing sweat drops by noon.<br />The abhorrent sun rose in detestation<br />against the adolescent moon.<br /><br />All had seen the power of sunlight,<br />now it was its power in shadow.<br />That it castes onto the gorgeous moon.<br />So that it resembled a widow.<br /><br />It all started with parts of moon<br />fading away, black, off the sphere.<br />And prolonged for a fortnight,<br />until it entirely disappeared.<br /><br />The Sun, but also lend<br />the moon some light.<br />So that he could rest,<br />and moon could toil for him at night.<br /><br />And the events continues since the history,<br />repeating the sequence.<br />The Apollo trying to dominate,<br />While the moon, answering through silence.<br /><br />A similar tale in present times,<br />is when you feed both, a dog and a man.<br />The first one never swindles.<br />But the other perhaps one can.<br /><br />***</span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">Savla Viral L.</span></p>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-82491986202218397122008-11-19T19:25:00.000+05:302008-11-19T19:26:59.866+05:30I would have been Happier..<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I would have been happier<br /><br />I would have been happier<br />if unable to understand,<br />What someone kept thinking<br />under infamous foeish brand.<br /><br />I would have been happier<br />if someone could feel my tone.<br />When I never said or<br />when those words left me alone.<br /><br />I would have been happier<br />if someone wouldn’t hesitate,<br />To let me read the pages of smiles<br />and sighs inscribed in his book of fate.<br /><br />But, I should have been happier<br />even if this doesn’t turn true.<br />When white is a plain colour,<br />made out of a seven hue.<br /><br />*** </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">Savla Viral L.</span></div>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-51929231813971076052008-11-18T20:12:00.000+05:302008-11-18T20:14:30.420+05:30Better<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Better<br /><br />I knew myself as a person,<br />always better than the other.<br />For my words: I expected respect;<br />For others’, I never offered a bother.<br /><br />Being a poet with my pen<br />fueled by wiser thoughts.<br />I learnt to cast: myself as an Orchid;<br />others as the yields of droughts.<br /><br />‘The One’, bestowed to the civilizations,<br />with a mission of urgency.<br />‘The One’, who has to change the world.<br />Regarding self as ‘The One’ better of supremacy.<br /><br />Then there were persons to be met,<br />there were some words to be read.<br />The words which made me realize<br />and reconsider what I previously said.<br /><br />Realizing that I was better.<br />Better to a person who was ‘Good’.<br />I was ‘The One’ who was better,<br />Not the Best, I later understood.<br /><br />‘The One’, with a mission in hand.<br />To be accomplished with integrity<br />‘The One’, who has to bring changes to self,<br />before blaming the fraternity.<br /><br />***</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">Savla Viral L.</span></div>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-68872261009352697112008-10-31T11:17:00.001+05:302008-10-31T11:24:06.449+05:30Obstacle<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Obstacle<br /><br />Marching to get there,<br />steps aren’t to be count.<br />Broke my pace and I halt<br />for there was a little mount.<br /><br />An old tree, stood and waited,<br />to mend mislead minds like mine<br />“Climb onto me and have<br />a view, better and fine.”<br /><br />“So go, conquer the hills<br />climb and get right at the tops.<br />look how far you have to go,<br />refuel your hopes.”<br /><br />I needn’t fear the barriers,<br />realizing it after it had gone.<br />before the conquer, it was an Obstacle,<br />now it is another milestone.<br /><br />There shouldn’t be failures<br />take it just as an Obstacle in your way,<br />get over it, and<br />you will for sure succeed someday.<br /><br />*** </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">Savla Viral L. </span></div>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-55610895339736892722008-10-28T15:52:00.000+05:302008-10-28T15:58:31.875+05:30Poetry in Paints..<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFlyvMJBMA8Wi1jY3i3k-fJ92F34DddxykhRJAiOqPLMtvs9IE7anb6tmxqX8h5hnWb0C6EKIFM7_ts2EbVLwweYfIbCJcbCwg0qypTr6njsBcTpbKYs7z6vwjNCyYsHFDZmp2nuvBD-E/s1600-h/The+Two+Sides+Of+Everything.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262149151736851538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFlyvMJBMA8Wi1jY3i3k-fJ92F34DddxykhRJAiOqPLMtvs9IE7anb6tmxqX8h5hnWb0C6EKIFM7_ts2EbVLwweYfIbCJcbCwg0qypTr6njsBcTpbKYs7z6vwjNCyYsHFDZmp2nuvBD-E/s320/The+Two+Sides+Of+Everything.JPG" border="0" /></a> The Two Sides of Everything</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262149154307214786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGRjAbP1icCh3JJSiA-jNley5wOLWhatIy1vdgXxi_nCtUC4dbZgnzeAVVusa-ijxEnPSAYFc_iMugPnnRBTgRV0ridK6B2JzOsW0Tu4KMSJl69PWPN_2PD6jsISdgRQ_Dk1104E17-us/s320/searching+for+The+Sun+(with+a+candle).JPG" border="0" />Searching for the Sun(with a candle)<br /></div>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-55323812580336347362008-10-25T21:16:00.000+05:302008-10-25T21:18:09.341+05:30________________________________<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">________________________________<br /><br /><br />Walking alone by the way,<br />all in a bulk of crowd.<br />I shout with a squeak<br />to be heard aloud.<br /><br />Then suddenly, I realize,<br />the time has not yet come.<br />When not in the crowd,<br />but, I would be amongst the some.<br /><br />Far away, I can see a mountain of success<br />and the long rocky way to go.<br />Other side, an island of success,<br />and a mischievous sea to row.<br /><br />I am not supposed to sit,<br />enjoy and just admire the view.<br />Instead, march forth, work hard,<br />strike glory and be amidst the successful few.<br /> ***</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">Savla Viral L.</span></div>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-82347080965297116622008-10-18T21:02:00.000+05:302008-10-18T21:04:16.032+05:30Hopes<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Hopes<br /><br />I hope, I am not the wrong one,<br />because I doubt if I am correct.<br />I hope, I expect better,<br />because things aren’t as I would expect.<br /><br />I hope, I am not drunk,<br />because I don’t sound Sober anymore.<br />I hope, I do possess some wealth,<br />because I just feel like a popper, at core.<br /><br />I hope, I am blind,<br />did not wish to see this occur.<br />And now I hope, I am dumb,<br />so there’s nothing that I remember.<br /><br />I hope, I am happier,<br />but my lips do not picture a smile.<br />I hope, I am not crying into tears,<br />I hope, I am not that fragile.<br /><br />I hope, It is not one more time,<br />I hope I have not changed again.<br />I hope, I am not started again.<br />Because, I know I am hard to stop then.<br /><br />These hopes are so beautiful, like glass artifact.<br />What if I crush them hard, intend to cheat.<br />I will probably break them, cruelly.<br />But then, I hope they don’t pierce, hurt my feet.<br /><br />***</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">Savla Viral L.</span></div>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-30732149489656257732008-10-16T21:20:00.000+05:302008-10-16T21:21:55.364+05:30The Other Side of It<div align="center">The Other Side of it<br /><br />At the arctics or at a desert,<br />As you would try value the sun.<br />You will definitely end up being wrong,<br />For adjudging it, the same one.<br /><br />Won’t you love to take a dip in a stream,<br />So as to ignore the rising mercury.<br />Won’t you love to stay away from it,<br />From the flood’s fatal fury.<br /><br />Friends, family love and life,<br />Is all fake and namesake.<br />But we all want to be a part of it,<br />So that less we give, more we take.<br /><br />While being pictured,<br />you would prefer to ignore but don’t actually realize.<br />The frame will be hung on wall, someday,<br />To count your “beloved” demise.<br /><br />The world is always ready to be,<br />the way it may never appear.<br />It might possibly generate a rainbow,<br />By passing light through a drop of tear.<br /><br />The jigsaw of this,<br />that you just couldn’t complete.<br />Until your senses realize, that there exists,<br />The Other Side of it.<br /><br />***</div><div align="right">Savla Viral L.</div>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-58189529595764393822008-10-16T18:46:00.000+05:302008-10-16T18:49:24.111+05:30Meaner<div align="center">Meaner<br /><br />No sooner did my eyes dash<br />onto the frame on that wall,<br />than I just felt like to smirk<br />over his stature, so small.<br /><br />The picture so coloured<br />So as to resemble of his portrait<br />which is the ugliest as I remember<br />of all, till the date.<br /><br />I can’t stop laughing at his face,<br />so ugly, pale and faint.<br />And can’t stop praising<br />The Artist’s difficult job of paint.<br /><br /><br />He appears haunting<br />In his horrible hair.<br />Intolerable to an extent,<br />that I could had tore mine in despair.<br /><br />Oh he just looks a kid,<br />though a fully grown.<br />His eyes so forgetful for self,<br />that he can’t even mimic for own.<br /><br />For all of my words spoken hitherto,<br /> I realize a few defects.<br />It never was a portrait in paints.<br />But a mirror, which reflects.<br /><br />Perplexity shouldn’t be blamed<br />for the mirror that day was cleaner.<br />I don’t dare to speak more.<br />But the reader in a word was “meaner”.<br /><br />***</div><div align="right">Savla Viral L.<br /></div>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-81176817378480432492008-10-11T12:21:00.000+05:302008-10-11T12:23:26.178+05:30Elements of Love<div align="center">Elements of Love<br /><br />What is love, in a true sense?<br />I wished to learn, if someone could teach.<br />And later I discovered the answers,<br />as I walk barefoot, along the beach.<br /><br />Love is Sand. Down to Earth,<br />and with facets in infinity.<br />Love is Water. Picture of Peace,<br />which also suggests of Purity.<br /><br />Love is Fire. Just a spark of it<br />and sheds away all the ignorance.<br />Love is Air. Though never visible,<br />but always sure for its fresh presence.<br /><br />Love is Sky. So Wide and Vast.<br />Though nothing ever it had claimed.<br />Five Elements of the Universe, are the Elements of Love.<br />This is how I was explained.<br /><br />One query which now stands unanswered,<br />“Why is love symbolized by a Dove?”<br />And not by a Human Figure,<br />though humans are made out those Elements of Love!<br />***</div><div align="right">Savla Viral L.</div>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-38901880796061430272008-10-09T13:50:00.000+05:302008-10-09T15:01:52.307+05:30The Departed.<div align="center">The Departed.<br /><br />Every moment I breath in gas,<br />I have to sniff it with intensive care.<br />I have to calculate it, every little part.<br />So that I do not pump in, wronger air.<br /><br />Every little step, the way my feet move,<br />has to be done with shadowing.<br />And it goes so, for my other matters.<br />Continues with my other things.<br /><br />I thought, its me at play.<br />But, not sure if it is a game, or a trade.<br />Eventually, its me caged and enraged,<br />Into the thoughts, so much self-made.<br /><br />I was never happy to do this,<br />to stand aside the foe, and clap.<br />Better, I would shoot myself,<br />or at least on my face, Slap!<br /><br />People saw me smiling with them.<br />But it was a Smirk, hid by the Mask.<br />Relations of fraudulent intentions,<br />which no longer lasted, after the task.<br /><br />I do not wish to live, by these pills.<br />And just an Identity of mine to seek.<br />I better be, The Departed. For now.<br />and arrive, later. Stronger than the weak.<br /><br />***</div><div align="right">Savla Viral L. </div>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-39691321466991085032008-10-06T12:33:00.000+05:302008-10-06T12:34:34.028+05:30Blind<div align="center">Blind<br /> <br />Today I met many faces,<br />and there’s one which I recognize.<br />The eyes contained a question,<br />While I pretend, as unrealized.<br /><br />The question, which I opted<br />Not to reply,<br />But the eyes made another attempts,<br />With freshness in every single try.<br /><br />I could sight the whole world<br />Reflected into those eyes,<br />Colours and blossoms on the earth and<br />Shine of stars and moon from the skies.<br /><br />My mind turned into a maze,<br />Against my beliefs, of it being fortified.<br />I already began to falter, against the quest<br />that the facing eyes had tried.<br /><br />Feeling captivated, I left the place,<br />hoping I successfully left everything behind.<br />But when I tried to see, myself,<br />I realized that, I was blind. </div><div align="center">***</div><div align="right">Savla Viral l.</div>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-13630905500082786372008-10-06T12:28:00.000+05:302008-10-06T12:30:22.010+05:30My letter to YOU<div align="center">My letter to you<br /><br />Rather confused about it.<br />To call it ‘Truth’ or ‘Misery’.<br />The life of a poet.<br />Till when to be a mystery ?<br /><br />Coloured glasses of desires and cravings<br />Which were vulnerable to be shattered.<br />I bleed it out of happiness.<br />They were all broken and scattered.<br /><br />I shouldn’t had been addicted,<br />to dreaming under the day.<br />It ended up into silent voices,<br />which I always expected something to say.<br /><br />I also tried to count agonies into ecstasies.<br />But couldn’t continue for long.<br />All the calculations had misfired.<br />The maths I practice was all wrong.<br /><br />But now I feel a bit merrier.<br />As if returned to life from dead.<br />Because these words now belong nit just to me.<br />And I am thanking you; that they are at least read.<br /><br />***</div><div align="right">Savla Viral L.<br /></div>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-454009323057940899.post-43348980757872403892008-10-06T12:07:00.000+05:302008-10-06T12:10:23.672+05:30Mistaken<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mistaken<br /><br />Aside an erection site,<br />in the heaps of sand.<br />About a three feet-boy,<br />toiling with his little hands.<br /><br />carrying stones over his head,<br />moving the big bricks.<br />He was made to dance<br />over fate’s unfaithful tricks.<br /><br />for a future with bread,<br />he is slogging in present.<br />He hadn’t a playful past and is not<br />allowed to live being innocent.<br /><br />Within him had grown<br />a man, angry and wild,<br />and I foolishly had<br />Mistaken him for a child.<br /><br />***</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">Savla Viral L.</span><br /> </div>Viral Savlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15143004038175262833noreply@blogger.com1