Strings Of Life

Here are my all time favorite lines from my personal diary:

1. Imagine! Just Imagine!.

2. No straight story was ever worth telling.

3. The knock of pure love has a different sound.

4. The heart accepts some reasons, and the journey never stops.

5. Dream! Your dreams may not be fulfilled but you won't have nightmares either.

6. In there lies questions, In there lies answers.

7. Knowledge is fearlessness.

8. Fiction sounds better than the real life.

9. Fake things are volatile.

10. Destiny has something in store for everyone.

11. The good thing about time is that it goes on.

12. Short-sightedness kills an individual.

13. Never complain because complaining is never a solution.

14. A man's mind is busy creating problems and he's busy solving them -confused and lost.

Posted by: Sunil at 10:21 AM | Tags: Friendship, Happiness, Literature, Love, Musings, Poems, Poetry, Views | 15 Comments | Email This BlogThis! Share to X Share to Facebook |

He choose to remain silent.
No! not because he had no other option but silence was sweet, silence was burning the pain.
Silence meant giving another thought to the choice made. silence spoke for itself.

His mind couldn't register her words. No, not exactly so; he didn't intended to hear them.
They touched his ears like the sea waves.-turning back every time they touch the shore, and turn they must because the shore is not the end but a beginning towards end.

The rain started pouring in; first drop by drop and then heavily and they had to move separate ways; their own ways.
By choosing silence he assumed he conveyed everything but somewhere deep inside he knew....this was the end; end to everything.

This time when he glanced at the glass of his window, the rain didn't remind him of the first time he missed her but there rose a pain; a feeling new to him. And tears rolled down his cheeks; first drop by drop......& then heavily.............like the first rain.

Posted by: Sunil Parashar at 10:07 AM | Tags: General, Love, Musings, Poems, Poetry, Views | 19 Comments | Email This BlogThis! Share to X Share to Facebook |

In a group of four they set to live a day.
A day of freedom, a day of their complete self.

There were moments of happiness, moments of silence,
moments to think of nothing, moments to worry about nothing.

Sitting by the hill top they viewed world and discussed life.
Taking dip in the cold stream they washed their worries and redefined happiness.

But then the day was bound to end, a time to return to their respective nests.
With hand in hands and shoulders to rest upon they wished these moments never end.


~A day I’ll never forget.

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He locked himself in the dark room-dejected, disheartened.
Maybe, the price he paid for nothing was very high.
He thought about the struggle, the pain, the price and the fate.
But thinking brought nothing but more pain, more disheartening.

And then there was knock on the door.
A stranger stood asking:
Hello Friend! May I share with
you, your sorrows and my happiness?

He embraced the stranger thinking:
Whoever you are, whatever you are,
Wherever you came from,
You are a friend sent my way.

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“Is it all you want to say?”-She asked him. Still he was silent and dormant. She couldn’t guess what was going inside his mind.
It was moment of their departure-the time when so called friends forever had to move their ways. The train blew its last whistle still he uttered nothing. And this was not what she had anticipated about their final departure-their separation. In the very heart of her heart she knew that “there is something unsaid on the other side, but what is that?”

And slowly the train started pulling out of the station. She was fixed to the door and her eyes reading his. But she found nothing…….. At one moment she thought why after all am I trying to read something? As the train started pulling faster he started running along her compartment and finally held her cold hand in his but then destiny is a big thing- separation was bound to come.

As the train bid goodbye to the station she couldn’t stop her eyes getting wet. One question constantly reverberated her mind: “Why didn’t he utter even a single word?”
And she felt something in the hand he had held for a moment at the station. It was a piece of paper which read: “Sometimes in life we want to move ahead but our past so strongly clings to us that we become oblivious to the voice of our heart. I would have uttered the voice of my heart but then that would be a selfish thing. Because I know you have a bright world awaiting you and I have darkness of my life to take care of. If I ask you to accompany me to carve out the darkness of my life, I would be spoiling your brightness.
So I wish ……you move ahead.”

Her eyes wept uncontrollably………………..
With wet eyes she asked a person standing nearby: “When will the train reach next station? I’ve something………….

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The night kept growing colder & darker. Snowfall continued for the third consecutive day and the added trouble was the fresh injury in his leg. As he entered the empty lane, people had already packed themselves inside their houses-and were busy warming them and enjoying the winter season.

As he strode past the first house their came a voice from the window-side: “O you fool! Where are you up-to this wild night?”
He replied: “I have a friend who lives at the end of this lane.” -And the window was shut.

As he moved further, there came a voice from the window-side of second house: “O you fool! Where are you up-to? And do something about your leg -you poor fellow!”
He replied: “I have a friend who lives at the end of this lane.”
And the person exclaimed: “You fool! Don’t you know that that friend of yours is @#%$? You are being friend to the one who’s treated @$%$^ by everyone. Oh god Save this poor soul for he doesn’t know what he’s doing.”- And the window was shut.
Upon striding further he met with similar questions and exclamations.

As he rang doorbell at his friend’s house there came the voice: “You fool! Where have you been all this time? -I was worried about you and searched you all around. Now get inside, have my warm clothing and sit by the fireplace.”
He laid stretched on the chair near the fire place with his friend putting balm on his injury. He stared the empty roof of the house thinking: “I have a Friend…………..

Posted by: Sunil Parashar at 10:08 AM | Tags: Friendship, Musings, Poems, Poetry, Stories | 20 Comments | Email This BlogThis! Share to X Share to Facebook |

I don't know why i wrote these lines...............maybe this is my idea of Love.

Walking down the flower valley,

He entered the dense forest.

The forest glow with the light of his face and wind whispered a tone welcoming him.- the Casanova.
Time froze by letting the sun not to set and the moon not to rise.

As he kept walking the dense forest he heard a whisper: "Oh! Casanova you’ve finally arrived. Us the witches through life have been waiting for thee.Thou hold us to thy and make us humans.
And let the moment last forever by never leaving us."

The Casanova wasn’t fearful because he knew there is Love involved.
He held the witch in his arms and said: “Let me be free.”
And he was free..........

Posted by: Sunil Parashar at 5:12 PM | Tags: Love, Poems, Poetry | 13 Comments | Email This BlogThis! Share to X Share to Facebook |

How do you feel when the very first sip of tea tastes sour?
This is what happened with me. Before entering the engineering field I consulted all the profession maps & engineering appealed me best coz I thought I have a mind of an engineer & an eye for details?-{Ordered tea}. Getting through the cut-throat competition I managed to procure myself a seat in Electrical engineering-{got the order [tea]}. At the very initial days of my engineering I got disheartened with the rote learning methodology followed at my institute & thought this is not what I’m supposed to do. I was very repentant during my first semester-{Oops! The tea tasted sour. But there’s no other option than to drink it coz I’ve already paid the price (:}.

During my second semester I got introduced to the usefulness of computers & internet and it was love at first sight. Being an electrical engineer I’m supposed to rote about power generation & transmission but my mind is always busy thinking about computers & related world-{I had no option but to drink the tea so I thought about adding sugar into it}. Now the current situation is that I’m happy getting minimum possible grades required to sit in for a placement. I believe that life is all about following your passion coz its fun doing things you love. So I’m busy editing WebPages, learning about servers & can’t put aside my novels, magazines, newspaper & writing. They say: “you came empty handed & shall leave so.” But I think I’ll carry a novel and a pen with me even to the hell {Heaven wont accept me?. One question please: do they have internet facility over there? ?}. So now the tea is manageable coz I’ve flavored it my way.

When I leave my college I shall not have fat degrees in my folder but one thing I’m sure about is that by then I would have lived & enjoyed life worth living and that too my way. And moreover this is the only period of life when we are so full of energy & thrill to experiment new things. Amongst load of classes {8:30 am- 5:30 pm}, assignments, projects & exams, It’s very difficult to find few moments of leisure. Last week we had a semester break & during this I experienced a very beautiful thing. Here I would like to share it with you. One day I thought about visiting the hilltop behind my hostel-to sit there and watch the sunset. And in those moments of complete me I realized many things. And the biggest realization was about how different I’ve grown as compared to my childhood. My entire childhood has been spent admiring the beauty of nature & the contemporary me don’t even know how to pluck the leaf which when pressed on your skin bears a very beautiful design. Here is my experience of my date with nature.

Pressed the beautiful leaf on my hand but there was no design,
Maybe those leaves don’t bear design anymore.

Sat to watch the sun setting but saw the moon rising,
Maybe the sun has changed its direction.

Was longing to hear the birds chirping but there was extreme silence,
Maybe the birds don’t sing anymore.

Was longing to jump into the stream and feel the cold water caressing my body but there was no stream existing around,
Maybe those streams don’t flow anymore.

Dejected I returned to my room and sat staring the empty walls & the spider was busy weaving his web. Maybe there are birds singing somewhere, the springs still flow & leafs still bear beautiful designs.

Then I opened my window and glanced towards the sky, And the moon was busy defining the beautiful starry night. Maybe this all is just an illusion of mind, or I’ve forgotten the obvious.

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There were dreams dreamt together

And suddenly there were no more dreams.

Initially I didn’t missed you,

May be my mind wasn’t ready to accept the hard truth.

As the time moved on, my heart started longing for you,

But you never turned up.

Remember those nights spent laughing and times when you cried,

That Laughing out loud on poor performance and feeling depressed for trifles.

They say: you never miss someone when you love completely,

But there are moments when I feel the void,

Maybe I haven’t loved you completely.

Now I m holding that love, but don’t know where to shed it.

May be someday I’ll find you.

Posted by: Sunil Parashar at 7:08 AM | Tags: Poems, Poetry | 13 Comments | Email This BlogThis! Share to X Share to Facebook |

Written on: Wednesday, February 22, 2006
I dedicate this poem to Captain Vikram Batra,Lt. Anuj Niar & all those great army sodier's who laid down their life for us.Here are the final words of a soldier to his beloved fiance'.


You held my hands when life was pushing me down,
You hugged me when the odds were against me,
You moved in when others moved out,
You felt jealous when I laughed with other ladies.

Remember those hours spent by hill side,
Just two of us at the sunset point.
Your laughing on my silly jokes,
A nap in your lap and your fingers running through my hairs.

I could not keep my promise,because some promises are broken for a greater cause.
With my motherland at stake,could not leave the battle field.
People are insane and they'll question you,just tell them that:
I gave my today so that they can see their tomorrow.
Try to feel me in your tomorrow,shall be everywhere around you,
Guiding you, Protecting you.



Few lines for our martyrdom's:
Out of streams of bullets, one was for you-
which lifted you from the state of motion to that of piece.
from the chaos to that of silence.
The one bullet shattered the dreams you carried,and your physical sense faded away.
But how shall we forget,that if it would not have been you.
Millions would not be able to Dream a Dream.

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