They say age is just a number,
And that it must not come in between you and what you can do,
Whether that’s that extra mile you can run,
Or pick a hobby or a job completely new.
But there are so many numbers other than age that matter or have mattered,
That age just dissolves and pales in comparison,
These numbers are far too many to go through,
So let me tell you about some that matter, just a few.
To this birthday, they’ve been split exactly in half,
25 in the Bay Area, 25
The troupe moves to a different town.
I am sure it will bring with it the revelry, the laughs, the good times,
To the new stage.
Long lines await your arrival,
The Box office is bustling,
The expectations are high,
The existence tall and elevated,
The actors remain the same,
The dialogues remain as powerful, yet affectionate,
The curtains will rise,
The play will commence again,
The old stage will remain on the map,
The map of the troupe's success story,
Among many others.
Travel, don't stop
I am traveling east with the wind,
To a destination in the western Hemisphere,
Guess I can travel South away from the cold,
To be at the freezing North Pole.
It doesn't matter how you travel,
Which direction you travel,
Whether you take a dip at the Kumbh many a time,
Or soak your mind with the finest red wine,
We'll all get there, heart and soul,
That I promise, but with different tolls.
Dearest Anika,
Hope you have the best birthday ever,
Because it is the sweet one a girl waits for,
When she knows what she wants less and what more.
What will set you apart is what you want more,
And knowing you we all know what that would be,
More of love, reaching out across mountains and Seas,
With affection that brings together flowers and bees.
With you around there will always be more of energy,
Lots of loud laughter, hugs and kisses,
Some debates, differing opinions,
But in the end tears of joy, n
life
Do you ever just wonder what the purpose of your existence is? I do this a lot. I just sit in my room doing my homework, and then I wonder, am I ever going to become someone important doing this for the next 10 years of my life. Everyone is doing it, going to school, finishing assignments, graduating, going to college, and getting a job. Most people are content with this idea of a somewhat common, ordinary, and typical life. But I’m not. I want to do something that people will remember me
Like Rapunzel mentions in the movie “Tangled,” she feels trapped… trapped in her tower, with no means of communication with the outside world. That’s precisely how I feel about staying in self-quarantine due to the Covid-19 virus.
Suddenly, friends are becoming passionate about going to school and are making statements like, “I wish we could go back to school,” and “it sucks that school closed.” The funny thing is that a little more than a week ago, these same friends of mine were saying thing
I stand withered in the chill,
Have lost my glory but not my will,
There will come a day with a sky as blue,
And hope will have a company of hues,
The veins which appear thin and dead,
Will carry strength on which life will tread.
In this chill, there is hope still,
Spring will come to see it fulfilled.
Its 3 in the morning,
Not a leaf is moving, not a soul,
Yet this silence is so deafening and life is good,
So full of din, vigor, for all I know.
Faces crowd my mind, smiles and laughter,
Love inundates the deepest of crevices,
The chirping of birds in a greet so silent,
As they catch rest on this green island.
I am forced to question myself,
And those who become sad and lose their sense,
Why in the world did I have to go,
What in this world is of utmost importance.
Perseverance, Hardwork, Honesty and Ambition,
Formed a potent yet humble coalition,
Some 50 years ago when they coalesced into a Star,
And decended upon a small city called Allahabad.
The seat of learning, literature and law,
Was destined to witness something in awe,
The rise of a shining star rolled in humility
The exuberance of intelligence dipped in divinity.
With time the star created worlds around itself,
Large and small, green and blue,
Of different terrains, shapes and hues,
Revolving around i
O brother my brother,A very happy birthday to you,On this warm sunny Californian morning,Oblivious of the chilly snowy Bostonian spring.Bouts of warm air flow in from Allahabad,Some warm humid air from a place near cape Hatteras,Where little children human and puppies,Are jumping up and down to wish a Mama called Ambi.It is hard to believe we are all now so scattered,On this globe called Earth ever challenging,The human race to close in the gaps,By means of aeroplanes, emails and jets.But nothin
See you all this Sat, at around 6:30, 7ish,
Little something to fulfill your wish,
For an appetizer, which your wit can chew,
Before jumping into some dishes new.
So please fill in the ............ below
Keep it witty, humorous, nice and slow,
And be ready to recite, laugh and shine,
Hope you remember your nursery rhymes.
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The .......... has begged us to spare it,
And choose a different ........... and bird,
To get together this year to ..........,
Framily
One year hence, the message below is still relevant,
Let's take stock of the situation, existing covenants,
Topics are unchanged, albeit there are new actors,
Trump, Melania, Modi have introduced new factors,
Which ought to be discussed over some fire and wine
And some Chicken by Ms Vaerma, I guarantee very fine.
7:00 pm @Vaermas, don't be late,
If you are early, knock on the door, don't hesitate
-Samast Vaerma Parivaar.
Boys and girls, adult males and females,
Indian citizens, and those of the United States,
Ghazal aficionados, Yo Yo Singh lovers,
Wine tasters, Scotch sippers, Beer guzzlers,
Wingers from both the left and the right,
Tall travelers (as in BB), runners of short heights,
Organized fathers the unorganized analyst
Singers, healers, followers of the fascist,
Tolerant, intolerant, vegans and beef eaters,
Lakers lovers, haters of the Cavaliers,
Elitists, Supremacists, Aam Aadmi cheaters,
Engineers, St
A Philosophical Invitation:
I know we’ve been a bit too busy,
To notice how the colors have changed,
The tinge of greyness in our sideburns,
The golden leaves hanging, barely, to their yearns.
The Bard said it the best,
Blame it on the struts and the frets,
As we walk towards our lofty goals,
Lighted fools all, singing the syllable of life.
Let's prove him wrong though and..
let’s remind ourselves of who we are,
And break away from the petty pace,
A gathering, where the chalice would overflow,
U
Hey Yo, Wazzup?
Got some time on June 7th?
I am turning Eight,
And my parents have this pizza place!
I asked, “what!, a pizza place!”
Is that how you celebrate?
Birthday of a boy,
Who loves rides and the arcade!
But then I checked, the “website”
You know.. you type “www.blah-blah-blah.com”
And then you know everything,
From Math, to code to the songs we sing.
So this place is not just Pizza,
It has rides and a bowling place,
We can ride cars and bump,
For cake, pizza and have some FUN!
