Thursday, September 17, 2009

An Ode to the Days of Teens!

A Mocktail celestial, a chaotic upswing,
Youth tumbles forth, hark! the season is Spring,
waving past landmarks, of infinite fancy,
to the Carols pleasant, of untamed lunacy.

Waves of Discoveries go past, unknown erstwhile,
The World's an Oyster -Ah! the Spirit puerile,
Dreams are speck of dust, catch 'em young lest they fly,
Dust and dreams and the Tides within- none can defy.

Arise, the petals, unleash the marching song,
in steps so bold, in raging heart, O so young!
in intense red, in the mellow of the golden sun,
Swinging with Life- A teasing Eclipse on the run.


And when i turn back, it looks so beautiful.

A span of two years completes today- two years of My Blogging.
Two years of enriching experience - beautiful, unparalleled.

The journey that began with the White Window, has been through many vistas, all glorious, blessed and close to the heart.

Today my White Window stands tall and mighty amid the sparkling backdrop of some of the most beautiful gems of the Bloggerville, with its soul-rendered write-ups and scribes and a Heart of it's OWN!!

The deck is ready, the flashlights are ON!! Please usher in to the celebration of two honey-dewed years of My White Window in the bedecked horizon of your love, support and appreciation.

On this occasion on my blog's 2nd birth anniversary I would like to express a token of gratitude to each one of you who have been so special in this journey of my "White Window" with me.


P.S: A very happy b'day to my Divvu's "A Rubix Cube". Divvu dear whether you blog or not, yours will always remain one of my favourite blogs. After all White Window and Rubix Cube are married to each other na and today they celebrate their 1st happy marriage anniversary also. :D

P.P.S: The total number of posts on my white window stands 69 :P

Image courtesy : A gift from a special friend Still Thinking.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Utopia ~

Lost in the woods of tranced milieu
I search thou not o dear soul
Wandering amidst the parched stream
Thou seem to me a worn out stone,
The songs thy lips once sang to me
Were cherubic enough to soak me in,
(Now)I find them nothing more than leaves
Dried enough to crumble in jiffy,
Lost in the woods I lose myself
Again and again with the wind insane,
Far from thy and far from me
The yellow wild flower
Seems purely alive.


~Come'n guys, again it's time to pour down your interpretations about the poem.

~I know, I know, it's been so long since I am missing from all your blogs. Well it's not that i haven't visited your blogs at all but I am more of a silent reader all this time. Blame it on my tight schedule as well as on my poor net connection. I hope to be regular in sometime soon.

~ I feel so proud to tell you all that the new template was made by none other than 'Yours Truly'. And I just love this complete new look of my blog. I feel so fresh and happy :)

~ The above pic is designed by my brother Avinab.