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 18:38 | 5/Jul/2008 | 4 Comment(s)
A SWATIAN MUSING

 

A    SWATIAN  MUSING

 

Sitting beside her,

In the mild morning sun,

As the bees hum, a goat bleats

She murmurs gently to me.

 

I feel soothingly happy and

Greatly attracted towards her.

Sometimes she is beautiful,

Soft, loving and full of laughter.

 

Sometimes she’s harsh,

Angry and full of hatred.

Gushing and frothing,

As if in a storm.

 

Yet I trust her, she won’t harm me.

I dreamily gaze at her charming blue eyes,

Sitting beside her,

As she gently flows by;

The beautiful river.

 

 

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 22:06 | 12/May/2008 | 2 Comment(s)
B Quick

 

B quick

 

 

 

Together Always, Never To Separate

I Wish To Be With U Always,

Miss U More than My Weekly Magazines,

Can U Just Imagine?

How Most Exciting Adventure

Can Be Boring Without Ur Company

How The Super hit Films Loose Their Attraction

Without Ur Naughty Comments

My Favorite Songs Lose Their Effect

Without Our Humming Together

Hope U Will Be Back From Ur Vacation

As Fast As Bullet Train

Tell Me Everything

For I Am Eager to Listen To Ur Voice

Ur Laughter, Ur Smile

Travel the Miles That Separate Us

To Be Together Again.                                          

 

 

 

 

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 17:06 | 12/May/2008 | 2 Comment(s)
A Fantasy

    

                       A  FANTASY

 

Oh, my wings

Are torn to pieces

By the angry n rough winds

Why does it happen?

Just when the goal is within my reach,

Like a mirage they disappear

As my wings get torn

 

Answer me I beseech,

“Try, Try again” the winds howl        

“It’s not so easy to reach”

Think and start again

Try with a fresh nerve

Pave your way through me.

     

 

 

 

 

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 13:16 | 11/May/2008 | 2 Comment(s)
A LETTER TO MOM

      TO MY MOM

Mom I dont Know how to express all the feelings I have about you. You are my greatest treasure.Even greater than all the books you have given to me. You are present in every

good wishes I get. You r my strength. Without you I have no importance. All that you have given me love, support, patience,strength.....the list is endless.I really wish you get all the happiness in this life. If I have hurt you in any way please forgive me.

This day  ought to be celebrated every day.As each and every day is special when get blessings and love of  a mother

With Lots of Love

Swati

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 21:43 | 9/May/2008 | 0 Comment(s)
THE LITTLE HELP.............

              

                                           THE LITTLE HELP……

 

I was running late. Not unusual. But of course the reason is imaginable.Afrin was taking her usual time to get ready for school. I just cannot understand why I was waiting for her.Oh yes, she is the only girl in my colony who goes by cycle, all others come from far away’ besides she was kind enough to wait for me when I used to come late from tuitions in the morning. BUT this was the limit. This was the third time we were late.

                                                          We have reached the school. I can still hear the bell is ringing. I m huffing and puffing. After cycling all the way up the bridge and getting the relief of few minutes, while riding down, I can’t believe I am still standing.

“Come n hurry up we can still make it.”

“Afrin I can’t believe, you r saying this”

“What?”

I gave her one of my long glassy look. She matured within an instant n got busy with her bag

“Run, look, Mona was behind us while riding but now instead of slowing down she is hurrying.”

Sure enough she was hurrying to reach our class before the next bell rang for the assembly. I shut my mouth.

“See, we could have made it

I could understand that getting ready with two sisters who go to school and one who goes to college can make one late, but that wasn’t the reason, her younger sister  Rabia could bag before night, could get ready for the school on time, and reach the school before time ,but Afrin , nothing could change her.

The next day the same thing happens with the exception of, instead of waiting outside I was in her sitting room. My eyes fall on the wall clock. OH MY GOD! It was 15 mins

Slow. No wonder we r late

Afrin, this clock is 15 min late.”

“Of course not, Rani is this clock wrong” She asks her sister as she passes buy.

“Yeah”

“But why didn’t anyone tell me?”

“I think you keep your ears closed, how couldn’t you hear when Mom was telling us that we should use the clock in the dining room.”

“Oh dear, no wonder I am the only one who is always late, Sweety dear Swati I m sorry.”

“Never mind”

Ah what a relief, thank God 4 your little help. It has indeed opened my eyes, instead of complaining I should have searched why she was late, instead of fuming within. Not that all I have written about her is a lye, at least she is very lazy. Next time I would make sure that we clear all our misunderstandings. For now we r still running late………….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 11:32 | 5/May/2008 | 6 Comment(s)
Deeper than Ocean

Deeper than Ocean

                                                       Deeper still lies my thoughts.

                                            Water is the symbol of my mind

                                                      Sometimes it lies as calm and still as a mirror

                                         When suddenly something disturbs its stillness

                                                     A torrent of ideas, hopes, thoughts and much more

                                         Fills it to the brim with its overwhelming power

                                                  That even words fail to express the delight

                                         Of having a leisure to fathom its depth. 

 

                                         

 

 

 

 

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 12:57 | 4/May/2008 | 1 Comment(s)
THE INCIDENT

Hey friends,

let me see what I shall write today. OK right now what comes into my mind is an incidenT

Once when I was sitting with my friends under the shade of a tree in my school campus.

All of us were feeling bored as we were having free period but werent allowed sports.Even

songs lost their appeal .We seemed to have finished our stock of topics. In the afternoon sun

I felt as though my brain was melting away .Suddenly one of us had a bright idea of playing

dancing bottle.The game in which a bottle is kept in the middle and the question is asked to the person to whom the mouth of the bottle is pointed by the person on the other end after rotating it.Having watched it plenty of times in the films we were ready to play n bring out all the secrets from others.In our class there was a girl was hated byeveryone. If not everyone at least by me.

Lying was all she could think of.I was greatly disappointed when I couldnt sit in front of her.

What a pity just lost an oppurtunity to pull her down .Never mind .as I was consoling myself

my best friend Sandy sat in front of her. Perfect. heres my oppurtunity. Afer plaing for some time it was time for Sandy to ask question. She couldnt think of any more questions. I quicklysuggested why dont u ask hr to tell us any 5 good qualities she has. Sure enough sandy asked her , and guess what the great est lyer couldnt think of any right then as whole class was watching how could she? Neithr could she say that she was generous nor of helping attitude.Every one s waiting not a sound . Pin drop silence.Showsh she got up and rushed away.IT seems she couldnt face the humiliation of not even having one single good quality. All of us started giggling. what a fun .I was soaring with a feeling  of great satisfaction. Indeed though noy advisible revenge is a dish best served cold.

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