Thursday, July 9, 2009

Hours spent with u.....

The hours I spent with you dear

are as a string of pearls to me.

I count them over

every one apart.

Sit by me, my love,

and listen to my heart.

Smile, for your happiness

is the symbol of our future.

My heart refuses to deny you its secret,

That I want you, only you....

Let my heart repeat without end,

If I had two lives,

One I'd give you,

The other I'd give up for you.....

Friday, May 29, 2009

One dream deeper...

Since we parted yesterday eve,

I do love you Love, believe....

Twelve hours longer,

One dream deeper,

One night stronger,

One sun surer,

thus much more.......

Than I love you Love,


"If you wanna know how much I miss u,

Try to catch the raindrops,

The one's you catch is how you miss me

and one's you drop is how much I miss you..."

Monday, May 25, 2009

Between You and Me

I say I Love You.
I mean I dream of you.
I knew I would fall in love with you.
I swear I care for you.
I love to hear from you.
I like admiring you.
I pray for you.
I promise I will be forever there for you.
I know I am crazy about you.
I will forever love you.
I know I am made for you.
I regret when I don't talk to you.
I worry when I don't get to see you.
I wish you realized that God has made me for you.
I could never go on without you.
I fear leaving you.
I jot it down only for you.........

Friday, May 22, 2009

My Supreme Thought

Silently and reverently I sat by him.
I could not talk; so I resorted to silence,
The only language of the heart.
But I felt he was listening to my wordless call,
And watching my soul in eyes......

Upon hearing those words,
I closed my eyes and
On my lips there was a smile of pleasure,
As I gave my hand into his,
Now the same smile was visible on his lips as well......
Now I know there is something higher than heaven,
deeper than ocean and stranger than life and death.
I know now what I did not know before.....

At that moment he became dearer than a friend,
and more beloved than a sweetheart.
He became a supreme thought, a beautiful dream,
an overpowering emotion living in my spirit.....

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Friday, May 8, 2009

Make my wish come true !

I asked my lucky star tonight,
to make my wish come true.
But even it failed as I am still missing you,
and you are not near.
With every day that passes by,
I miss that smile on your face.
Your gentle touch and tender kiss,
makes each passing day worthwhile.

The star I wished upon tonight,
didn't make my fantasy come true.
Because you are still so far away,
and I am still missing you.
I wish I could hold you tight,
for a brief moment in time.
To be able to say, I Love You,
and how much I care for you.

Translation in Hindi by Dr Ernest Albert. It wd not have been fair if I kept this with me without sharing with u guys...Thks Sir...

Apni kismat ke sitaare se kaha maine
meri mannat puri kar do na !
woh bhi nahi puri kar paya .
par abhi bhi main tumhe
pyaar karti hoon.
tum paas nahi ho mere
aur yeh din hain ki
beet'ne ka naam hi nahi lete.
tumhaari muskaan
tumhaari chhooan
phool sa tumhara choomna
mere har din ko
din sa roshan kar jata hai.
raat jis taare se
mannat mangi thi
meri ichha ko
pankh nahi de paya
aur tum abhi bhi
faaslon ka anant ho
aur main abhi bhi tumhe pyaar karti hoon.
kaash pal bhar tumhe
bheench paati baahon mein
kaash keh paati,
main tumhe pyaar karti hoon
aur apne bheetar kitna
sjaa kar rakhaa hua hai tumhe.

Monday, April 27, 2009

You Never Loved Me

Loving someone is'nt a choice....
But when someone brutally breaks your heart,
The pain makes you feel like you are in hell....
And you feel like you are falling apart.
All the time someone lied and cheated on you,
U just pretended nothing happened.
Hiding your sadness and showing a happy face,
You think that your heart will never mend.
You believed someone even though U knew he was lying,
Ignoring it and letting ur feelings swallow it you whole.
But deep down you were hurt and confused,
U gave him everything, ur heart, ur time and even ur soul.
But its different now...
U have to rise up and be strong.
Try to forget everything and move on,
Find a place where u belong....
You were the reaosn why my heart was still beating....
and the reason why my heart will never beat again.....

Sunday, April 19, 2009


In my eyes there lies no vision,
But the sight of your dear face.
In my heart there is no feeling,
But the warmth of your embrace.
In my mind there are no thoughts,
But the thought of you, my dear.
In my soul no other longing,
But just to have you near.
All my dreams are built around you,
And I've come to know its true,
In my life there is no living,
That is not a part of you.

Saturday, April 18, 2009


Days have passed,
since I saw you last.
Time is passing by,
Flowers seem to cry.
Look at the way,
The flowers grow everyday.
The time passes by,
in its own way.
It drops pearls in everybody's life,
And in mine dear,
Your Love is the real pearl.
And I am sure you're mine,
Wherever I be, in my life,
You'll always shine.
Yes, my beloved,
I am Missing You,
And I Love You too.

Dr Ernest Albert translated my poem into Hindi. I want to share with you all.. ..It is just amazing..I feel honoured. Thks Sir.....

beet gaye hain
kitne saare din
tumhe dekhne ke baad.
reet r'ha hai samay
rone ko hain phool
phir bhi rozana khil aate hain
reet r'ha hai samay
apne hi andaaz mein.
yeh giraata hai moti
har ek ki anjuli mein
par meri anjuli ka asli moti
tumhaara pyar bhar hai.
aur main man'ti hoon
ki tum mere ho.
j'haan bhi hoongi

iss zindgi ke zaabiye mein,
hamesha chamkoge tum
moti ki maanind.
han ! han !! mere pyar
tum bahut yaad aate ho
main tumhe bahut pyar karti hoon.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009


No night is as dark as it seems. No despair is so deep that it cannot be lightened. We associate darkness with despair, but I have always found night to be kinder than day.

“The night has a thousand eyes……” and I have grown accustomed to the night’s brightness-moonlight, starlight, lamplight, firelight! Even fireflies and glow-worms light up the darkness.

Over the years, the night has become my friend. On the one hand it gives me privacy, and on the other it provides me with limitless freedom. In this lifetime, I have always felt safer by night, possibly because there aren’t too many people around when it’s very late.

At night we are alone with ourselves, with our secret fears, and the human mind is most uneasy when left alone with its inadequacies and defects. The day, on the other hand has so many distractions. We can forget ourselves and our failings in feverish activity, and in interacting with other insecure people. Their problem gives us some relief from our own.

“Nothing to fear when the sun goes down. Go out and accept the night on its own terms. It is not so dark as it seems”.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Mumbai Nights – A Way to Rock

It is 12 a.m. and its sunrise time for Mumbai's party animals. Mumbai night life is a blur of lights, music and drinks. This metro is famous all over the world for its magnificent nightlife. There is merriment at every corner of the city, people chatting over a cup of tea, traffic is on, sellers busy in their selling, its hard to believe its 12 in night. Then this is Mumbai where night never sleeps. I have experienced it myself. After day’s hectic schedule, it was at 12 am that we use to zoom out for having a closer look at Mumbai nights.

After the frenzied days work, the favorite spot of the Mumbites to chill are the night clubs where they dance, drink and refresh themselves with the rocking music. It was a high energy sessions where the people sweat, shaking their bodies to the high watt music and unwinding with the drink. This is no place other than pubs, discos and bars where the nocturnal animals rock. DJ’s lift their souls to zenith. It will not also be wrong to say that every lane and every by lane leads you to the den of night spots.

The other exciting night activities that you can indulge in Mumbai are, taking a long drive along the Mumbai Coast line, have a tea at Nariman point, visit the Bade Mia - a stall behind Taj Hotel that has chicken and paneer rolls available till the early morning hours. Try pizzas, juices, ice creams at the Bachelor's juice center opposite chowpatty and don't miss the Bandra's Band Stand - the most happening place that buzzes at night.

Its this place where famous Bollywood actors like Salman Khan and Shahrukh Khan reside. This place is also famous because of its beautiful sea and sunset view and places around like Hill Road, Churches like Father Agnel and Mother Merry (Mount Merry) where one can enjoy cool breezy evening sitting with their beloved.

After taking a stroll at Band Stand sitting under the star studded sky unwinds you or yet another thrilling way to enjoy and experience the fascinating Mumbai Night Life-choose the corner table at any café and just watch the street life, the people, the sellers, and the traffic.

“The nightlife in Mumbai offers a lot of variety to satiate the nightlife enthusist”.

Mumbai Nightlife

  • Famous Night Spots: Rock Bottom, Squeeze, Insomnia, Enigma, Zenzi and Aaziano.
  • Night life Activities: Driving, Strolling on Beaches, Eating at Road Side Dhabas.
  • Hanging out Zones: Marine Drive, Band Stand, Chowpatty Beach, Nariman Point, Fort Road.
  • Time Line: 10 pm to 4 am

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Endless Reasons For Loving You

I Love you.
For this, the reasons are many,
The reason lie in your eyes.
The eyes that have kept me awaken till many nights.
The reason lie in your smile.
The smile that can be recognized within a mile.
The reason lie in you.
Because you are you,
Far away from the madding crowd,
And yet not at all proud.
You are special in every way,
I won't forget you what come may.
I Love You, that's the reality,
Which will remain true till eternity.
I can quote endless reasons for loving you,
The days and nights will fall ashort,
I can keep writitng till death do us apart.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

World of LOVE

They silently sailed in the boat of their love,

words were not necessary,

when two souls became one.

They talked through the eyes and

listened with the ears of love.

The night was dark and stormy,

both closed their eyes and

knitted the world of their dreams.

They passed through the snow

covered mountains and valley of love.

Both were lost in each other,

Unaware of the whole world.

They want to go far away from

the world full of hatred.

They want the nightingale of their love,

remain alive and sing untill,

spring passes away,

untill the end of this world!

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Doraha Sarai: RDB Point

Old and crumbled buildings fascinate me to the extent of a passion. Visiting such places transports me into another world of realm and reality. This sarai on the Ludhiana-Khanna roads always use to attract my attention. Standing amidst the fields behind Gurudwara Manji Sahib on the south of Ludhiana-Khanna road it has today become favourite hangout place for the youngsters.

I am talking about the Mughal Sarai, built by Sher Shah Suri in 17th century A.D at Doraha. Once it was the most sought-after place for fatigued travellers during Mughal rule and today youngsters go there to be themselves, to spend some quality time with their friends.
The Mughal Sarai, the symbol of our ancient glory, stands in the heart of the village. The Aamir Khan starrer “Rang De Basanti” has once again brought this historical sarai into limelight. All those who have watched the movie recognise the dilapidated building in which a group of friends meet and they make plans to get themselves heard. The sarai has become a favourite stopover for passers-by, especially youngsters who want to have a closer look at the structure.

On one sunny day I planned to visit this sarai and explore the un-explored side of this chronological inn. It is a beautiful sarai of approximately 168 square meter. There are imposing gateways in the centre on the northern and southern sides. These are pointed on the inner sides. The northern gate has remains of floral designs while the southern gate has floral and formal paintings. Both the gateways are connected by a kutcha pathway. The northern and southern sides of the sarai have 20 rooms each and the eastern and western sides have 30 rooms each with a suite of three rooms in the centre.

On the north-east corner of the sarai, there are some rooms which might have been a hammam. Many rooms have ceilings specially designed for light and ventilation. The walls and the ceilings of these rooms were richly painted with designs executed in bright colours, the traces of which still exist.

Each corner of the sarai comprises a central room. All the rooms as well as galleries are provided with slanting ventilators. On the western half of the sarai, now in ruins, is a mosque with a dome. There is also a single storey structure adjoining the northern wall of the mosque, now in ruins, probably meant for the mullah's residence.

The big compound is now being maintained as a lawn by the Department of Archaeology. The sarai is protected under the Punjab Ancient and Historical Movements Archaeological Sites and Remains Act, 1964. The fashion of decorating buildings with coloured designs and glazed tiles was prevalent particularly during the reigns of Jahangir and Shahjehan. The Doraha sarai also seems to have been constructed during the period.

As I was quietly exploring the sarai, the loud music jarred my ears as I turned back it was a group of youngsters in their open gypsy who had come to the sarai. I decided to talk to them and know what made them to be here. Interacting with them I came to know that they all were MBA final year students who had come from Ludhiana to spend some time here. The group told me that they had been visiting this sarai since they first saw the movie “Rang De Basanti”. Earlier they use to pass their free time by sitting in some restaurant of by watching a movie but now this sarai is their favourite place.

Amanpreet, adds, “the solace and peace they get after coming here is un-match able. After college everybody will become busy in their own lives but the time spend here will always remain close to our hearts”. We are so busy in our lives that we hardly get any time to be ourselves so we decided to visit this place once every month and just relax and be ourselves. We bring some eatables along with us and the music playing in the background just calms our minds, he quips.

Adding in his friends Ramandeep said, “We enjoy spending time here. Far from the hustle and bustle of the city, this place gives us comfort. But it is sad to see this place in neglect and it has lost its original glory due to the non-preservative attitude of the authorities concerned. If maintained in the true spirit it can become a major tourist spot and attract even foreigners in great number,” he adds.

According to a villager, “The efforts on the part of the authorities concerned and the general public are almost negligent. Busy in their own pursuits, no one has time to give a thought to our eroding history. Even the villagers care-a-fig for what becomes of the building and its crumbling monuments.”

Another villager Sadhu Singh who was working in fields inside the building, said earlier the place was used for shooting of Punjabi video songs, but ever since Aamir Khan shot his film here, the place had become a favourite spot for film and ad makers. The release of the film has further enhanced the popularity of the sarai.

As I was seeing this group enjoying, laughing and cracking jokes I was happy that atlest there are some who visit such places. Although the credit goes to the film that had shown the sarai but I am not complaining against it. I am happy that the youngsters have started recognizing their past glory.


When skies are overcast and when...

The rain comes pouring down...

I like to walk with you along...

The avenues of town...

I do not mind the weather that...

Belongs to nature's art...

While we are here together and...

I whisper to your heart...

I only want to see your face...

And hear you talk to me...

And have the lasting pleasure of...

Your loving company...

And it may rain & thunder and...

The lightning may appear...

But nothing ever bothers me...

Whenever you are near...

Because I know that in their time...

the skies will be all blue...

And nothing matters anyway...

As long as I have you...

Magic of Mc Lo

McLeodganj, the name has fascinated me ever since I heard of it being a wild party place somewhere in the mountains of Himachal. Swarming with foreigners dancing all day and night...So, I decided to set out to find out what McLeodganj was really all about. Little did I know what was in store...
Mc Leodganj in Dharamsala , above the Kangra Valley in Himachal Pradesh, scores over other destinations for the simple reason that it allows you a variety in holidaying — you could lie on a hammock, close your eyes and surrender to birdsong or breathe easy the clean mountain air and read to your heart's content.
You could even join the hustle and bustle of the McLeodganj marketplace. The short drive from Pathankot to Mc Leodganj offered a picturesque views, with mountains and valleys and streams passing by. By the time I reached Mc Leodganj, the rain had turned into a drizzle. Mc Leodganj has one of the most stubborn rains in the country. Once it starts, it does not stop that easily. So it is a good idea to carry a pocket umbrella or a raincoat or maybe even both if you are going there around the month of June.
After a quick nap and a hot shower, I put on my exploring shoes and went out to explore McLeodganj. There were all kind of restaurants and bakeries serving German, Dutch, Tibetan, French, Arabic, and of course Indian food.
“It is the place if you want to see and experience the Tibetan culture and lifestyle. Infact many travellers have found the place so attractive that they either end up settling here or atleast elongate their stay for a couple of days more”, said Zhoigar at one of the handicrafts shop in the main bazaar.
It was really amazing to see so much of variety in a place. I thought of being so untouched. In fact this is because of the thousands of foreign tourists McLeodganj has been catering to since years, with the likes of Pierce Brosnan, Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt, amongst others. Some restaurants even flaunt this by putting up pictures of these celebrities.
I went to central McLeodganj and was amazed by the breathtaking natural beauty of the oak forests with trees that touched the sky and small streams that ran all over the place breaking the silence of the woods.
One could delve deep into Tibetan culture, spend hours listening to the chanting of monks at one of monasteries or take a knapsack and wander through the hills. That the ‘Namgyal Monastery’ is the hall-mark of Dhramashala isn’t an exaggeration. Tourists from around the world come to meet His Holiness the Dalai Lama.
The monastery is the ‘Dalai Lama’s’ home in exile and assists the Buddhist monks in their religious endeavours as well as public activities for Tibet’s welfare. A flight of stairs leads you to a large open space where monks are seen laughing, praying and playing.
Tourists are seen exploring the place, some of them just sitting in nooks doing nothing, others chatting with the Lamas. It seems as if the place is under the spell of some power that lends it energy and calmness at the same time.
Within the monastery, the Namgyal Café is a small eatery with windows laced with bright curtains, plastic flowers, a book shelf and a little reception which proudly exhibits currency notes from at least three hundred countries! You can sit here for hours reading a book and savouring the sumptuous Tibetan (vegetarian) food. Do not forget to eat the sumptuous carrot and banana cake, the specialty of this café.
In the southern part of Mc Leodganj is the private residence of the Dalai Lama. It is a modest cottage where the spiritual leader lives without in the least disturbing the serenity of the atmosphere. Tsuglagkhang is the two storeyed temple nearby the private residence of the Dalai Lama. The unique thing I found about the temple is that it has been built without cutting off any tree. The presiding deity of the temple is a nine feet gilded image of Buddha that rises from a lotus seat.
Today, the temple is the beginning and end destination for Buddhist coming to Mc Leodganj. Even standing quietly at any point in the temple was experience for there are magnificent views of the mountain.
Coming back from the Monastery I saw Namgyalma Stupa standing right in the centre of the Mc Leodganj. It was built as a mark of respect for Tibetan soldiers who lost their lives fighting for a free Tibet. The stupa is constructed in a similar fashion as the ones built during the reigns of Emperor Asoka in the 3rd century. The whole atmosphere is filled with peace and well being.

While strolling in the local bazaar I found it was full of all kinds of handicrafts, antiques, carpets, Arabic dresses, Tibetan literature, artificial jewellery and so on. There are loads of bakeries and the pastry shop near the taxi stand is the one to look out for if you happen to have a sweet tooth like mine.
What I enjoyed most was shopping for souvenirs at the McLeodganj marketplace. I picked up T-shirts inscribed with Tibetan symbols, prayer bells and even a bakku, the traditional costume of Tibetan women. You can even pick up Tibetan carpet, thangkas, ponchos, jackets, chubas, masks, votive objects, silver and stone jewellery and trinkets, lamps, statuettes, sleeping bags, fruit preserves, bottled produce, tahini and muesli. Apart from these, other items that can be purchased include Tibetan cheese, tea, prayer wheels and flags.
The shops in McLeod are custom-made to satiate hippy foreign tourists in quest of spirituality and peace. They all sell the same Indian clothes, jewellery, postcards, books, incense sticks, hash pipes and other such knick-knacks which surprisingly very few Indians buy. I had dinner at the same restaurant, and in fact the same table, where once James Bond had had his supper. It felt good! The drizzling was still on and the chilly air running through my hair was giving a sensational feeling.
While you’re in McLo, the best grub to have is, of course, Tibetan chef-d’oeuvre. The aroma wafting from Tibetan food joints run by the locals is enough to tell you that. Try their wide range of delicious, non-spicy dishes including thukpas (soups), noodle dishes (gyathuk, thin noodles; thenthuk, flat noodles), steamed or fried momos (dumplings) and shabakleb (pretty much like flat and round momos).

In the morning it stopped raining and I took a small trek to the Bhagsu Naag Temple. It is two kilometers from Mc Lo. I had breakfast at the German Bakery, Bhagsu Naag a restaurant with soothing music and some amazing food. I decided to relish the set breakfast consisting of bread, eggs, hash brown potatoes and coffee. The breakfast was yummy beyond my imagination. I could not resist myself further and ordered an apple strudel with fresh cream. Lip-smacking…it is a must eat if you happen to be at German Bakery.
Bhagsu Naag Temple is dedicated to Lord Siva that was built in the 16th century, which has a fresh water spring. The water gets collected in a tank forming a swimming pool and a dip in it would have been really refreshing but I decided against it.
After paying obeisance at the temple I went towards the waterfall. It is a nice waterfall just past the village of Bhagsu. The walk up was fairly easy and very picturesque. I saw the valley covered with chir and oak trees. I sat on the small hilly road for hours. Magic it was! This was also the road that led to Shiva Café. “Shiva Café, you have to go to Shiva Café. And do what?”. Why, just lie around the whole day and sunbathe. That is exactly what one must do when you go to Bhagsu.
Heart was not contented but I had to come back after enjoying my day at the waterfall. Coming back I took a round of the Bhagsu town and found that besides being technology savvy, it offers art, music, cooking, meditation, and language classes. You could also relax at a spa or a massage center. Fun loving ones could get tattoos and body art done.
This little hill-station has become quite the international food plaza: German bakeries, Tibetan momo shops, Delhi chaat bhandars, idli-dosa, Continental steaks or fish and chips and, of course, banana pancakes and pizzas. In fact, the pizzas here are as good as any in Italy. You can drop in at the all-veg Nick’s Italian Kitchen for their pasta and bakes. Don’t miss the lemon curd cake, Mid-Eastern and Tibetan fare at the Snow Lion. There are also a variety of herb teas and health food including hummus and muesli.

On the way back itinerary is a must-see St John’s Church-in-the-Wilderness, one of the oldest cathedrals in North India that stands picturesque amongst the Deodars. Built in grey stone in 1852, it is located along the road from McLeodganj to Dharamsala. The church has stained glass windows showing John the Baptist with Jesus. Also, to be found is the cemetery of one of the viceroys of India, Lord Elgin, who died in an accident here. His cemetery has been declared of national importance under the Ancient Monuments and Archeological Sites and Remains Act 1958 (24 of 1958). The church was amongst the first structures constructed by the British in this area in 1853.
My last destination took me to the Dal Lake about 3 km away from Mc Leodganj. Dal Lake is a small mid altitude (1,837 m), lake near of a very beautiful village ‘Tota Rani’. The lake is surrounded by deodar trees and is considered as a sacred spot as there is small Shiva mandir (shrine) on its bank. There are different kinds of fish that live in this lake.
The car ride back home made me want to just stay for few more days. There was this sense of a relaxat and peace at McLeodganj. I carried within me a firm conviction of returning with a lot more time to explore the hidden.
How to get there: Dharamsala is 90 km from Pathankot, 252 km from Chandigarh and about 560 km from Delhi. The closest railway link to Delhi is Pathankot, however it can also be reached by road or air.
When to visit: The summer temperature ranges between 15°C and 30°C. The winter temperatures usually range between 8°C and 18°C. The ideal time to visit the hill station is April to October.
Historical Past:The town of Mc Leodganj (also known as Mc LO) was itself founded in 1860 and was meant to serve as the civil administrative point and cantonment of the British. At that point of time, Mc Leodganj was just a group of few country houses of British families. The name Mc Leodganj derives from the name of the British governor of the province, Sir Ian Mc Leod. Post India's independence, on the insistence of Nauzer Nowrozee, a prominent personality of Mc Leodganj, the exiled Dalai Lama came over and settled here. Thereafter, the place progressed leaps and bounds.

Monday, April 6, 2009


You look into my eyes and my soul smiles,
because i feel warm, and secure and happy....
You are near me and my world is complete....
no wants, no needs, no fears.
You are so much to me,
that you fill my life and
I am rich beyond all wealth.
I love you so as I have never loved before,
And shall love you as I do


I wanted to say
a lot of things,
I wanted to say
how often lately,
your bright image has wandered
through the dark rooms of my mind.
I wanted to say
how good it is,
to wake up every morning
knowing that the day contains
something that is