Smita and Allen -- Love you for Life ...
Can words explain this or it’s the flight of fantasy ,
Is this a fairy tale wedding or just my fancy .

The flowers do smile as the bride do so ,
There is addition definitely to their glow .

The happiness within - reflects in every person around ,
The pictures are sweet as Chime music even without the sound .

The feel of Happy has touched the bottom of my heart ,
My mind says Great and the details are on the top of the chart .

The new faces I see , seem to be of my dear one and from the past ,
The picture is new with all good people around in the cast .

Let there be Good Faith and Happy forever for the bride and groom ,
A lifetime full of Better living , with worries always shown a no room.

Let there be flights of fantasy with peace , love and calm , 
Forget the Crap , just sit down and eat some AAM . ( Mango ) ….

The Sri Lankan Chime ...

With the sky above , clouds below and the end of world in your next step,

You walk polite , you smile enough , you breathe the last and then the first.

With a butterfly hop from the waterfall to the sky atop , you look up and below ,

You saw what the sky gave, the nature collected ,but all with a fresh thirst .

There was a drizzle of happy all around in a float ,

A calm in the leaf , a music somewhere to hear .

There was something rowing near the boat,

A feeling of joy ,a quiet silence and lot to cheer .

The rainbow had all it’s color scattered in the green ,

Some in the mist , some in the flowers, some in the clear ,

The others hidden for the thoughtful eyes to be seen,

Some just see through the eye , but others have tear .

A odyssey has a lot of memories within ,

Some sweet , some crisp , some hot , some cool,

A answer to questions , a question in a spin,

Some will look outside but some prefer to be a fool.

A amazing journey did start to Continue…. Keep enjoying ….

Happy Rakshabandhan - Me2

Choti fight , Moti Fight , subah fight , shaam ko fight ,
Pencil ki fight , Pencil box ki fight,Tv fight and even fight for the kite.


Always doing all things not right ,
Breaking and spoiling my things all day and night.


Most pampered I was until you were in sight ,
Jealous I was and that time considered it a plight.


Time passed by and we grew up and I realized you were younger to me,
I felt you needed all that extra care and protection and a brother by side of thee.


To provide a support where ever you needed it in time,
You should not be hearing anyone loud and always hear a chime .


I always wanted you to be strong and be taking your judgments,
Be always happy for you did and all your indulgence.


Today I feel you were always  stronger than me and I love you for that ,
You always loved and cared for me and I think all that love and care made me fat.


I always want you around me just like that ,
And see I still keep blaming you for all my fat.


Enjoy always... Never get tired of being Happy .. I'll make sure you have all fun in life..

Aaha..yummylacious ... 


Probably there will be " laugh out louds "of Joy , 
it may be the Happy of getting the  favorite toy ..  


I might look to my left and may be to my right , 
may be I get no wings but I'll fly like a kite ... 


It will be the chocolate bean responsible for all , 
may be to step out I will need that Loudest call.. 


For the  time to be spent with a chocolate was  never so yummylacious , 
may be by the end of the tour I speak just - GRACIAS..






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I imagined a chocolate factory visit ....

Being THYSELF ...at the new city ...

Being THYSELF ...


Being in the new City , Being with it's new Charm ,
Being with  the new work , Being in the new calm.


Being in the new colour , Being with the new flavour , 
Being in the new rain ,  Being the new Craver .


Being at the new spot , Being in the new air ,
Being on the new road , Being in a new flair .


Being more intense , Being in the Happy sense ,
Being with a new crowd , Being in a city dense .


Being in the joy of cheer , Being as the new lear ,
Being all away from tear , Being no way near the fear .


Being with the new food  , Being the new Dude ,
Being in a different mood , Being joyous with the last elude.


Being right here , Being able to watch it more clear ,
Being able to enjoy the Sheer , being myself a new Dear .




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Moving to Thane Experience ...

Ducks on the Loose , 
Manu got to choose .

From breakfast to dinner the ducks on the mind ,
webbed feet with the Orange beak kind .

The Ducks looking the worms to hunt ,
by the eve their own survival looks blunt .

It looks a Green pasture for the Manu eyes ,
And we all know the Duck never flies .

I wonder if there isn't that thought to kill ,
I assure all , that would take a Huge heavy will.

The flesh below the white feather can never sense ,
A thought that arose somewhere was Black and dense.

A hot tandoor or a Red Gravy Pan could only harness,
the juicy soft meat which would only need wine as cress.

It's just the day break Hunger and the devil is on the loose ,
My dear ducks it would have been better , if you would just be a Goose.




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Only and Only for Manu Sharma ....as the DUCK feelings were his ....

Be Bright 

All colors bright and beautiful ,

Make life Happy and cheerful .

Where the heart is without fear , 

The colors speak loud and clear.

The ambitions does have colors of sky ,

You just need the right Pallet to try.

It’s not  just that the sky is painted blue ,

With clear skies there exists a rainbow too.

The tree too changes it’s color with season,

All of Happy , joy and cheer ,but with a reason.

Life is as full of colors as we want it to be ,

It’s just our will to say - To be or not to be .

There are colors which can change another one,

A new color added at times,makes the work done.

Be it the Red , Green or blue to start ,

The colors can just result in a art .

Or the yellow , Whilte or black on the wall,

It will always be a color anyone will call.

On the Way 

In the Caravan i took the rear seat ,

I was trying to stand and save my feat .

The rear scene was enclosing fast ,

Although my seat was next to the mast .

I could observe the people off and on , 

with similar though perception but common , elite and Don .

I could hear the screech every time there was a crossing road ,

With every next start the caravan got some extra load .

I now realized that i am approaching the destination soon ,

this time there was another sound and there was a different tune .

It was just a musician by the road who wanted us to listen a different tone,

but there was a a sound again and the Caravan stopped next to a Stone .

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Dedicated to the lovely Paintings by Ambica ... ( AJ )

Destiny


On a windswept hill
By a billowing sea,
My destiny sits
And waits for me.

In a snow storm ,
with a platter of pakora and tea ,
My hunger stays high ,
The destiny is still for I,my & Me.

Under the crouching heat of the sun ,
with the Polar Ice Up and Down ,
The destiny keeps up with me ,
Pauper sees the outside ,but inside I wears a crown.

While riding a wild horse,
within the forest with a Gang of Lions,
the spirit of faith sways left and right,
my destiny hops with life giving ions.