I was there..

I was there..

I was once there,
Where many wouldn’t even dare.
A place which people see in their darkest nightmare,
A surrounding whose sight which people wouldn’t even bear.

There wasn’t any light,
Darkness overwhelmed every shadow with all its might.
Every step made, yielded a newer plight,
It makes your every tissue tremble with fright.

I was there that day,
I took a step forward with an unraveled fray,
Not knowing whether i was on the right path or astray,
Every inch in me longed the blessing of Frey.

There were no one to walk by,
There wasn’t even a clear sky,
There wasn’t any hustle and bustle nor any spry,
Wish there was someone to hear my longing cry.

I was stranded,I was alone,
Accompanied by dried leaves and dead stone,
A disaster always followed after every seed sown,
Never knew that ‘he solitude’ would ill-reign the throne.

I was once there,
I still wish it was a mere nightmare.


I was there..

I was once there,
Where many wouldn’t even dare,
A place which people see in their darkest nightmare,
A surrounding, whose sight which people wouldn’t even bear.

There wasn’t any light,
Darkness overwhelmed every shadow with all its might.
Every step made, yielded a newer plight,
It makes your every tissue tremble with fright.

I was there that day,
I took a step forward with an unraveled fray,
Not knowing whether i was on the right path or astray,
Every inch in me longed the blessing of Frey.

There were no one to walk by,
There wasn’t even a clear sky,
There wasn’t any hustle and bustle nor any spry,
Wish there was someone to hear my longing cry.

I was stranded,I was alone,
Accompanied by dried leaves and dead stone,
A disaster always followed after every seed sown,
Never knew that ‘he solitude’ would ill-reign the throne.

I was once there,
I still wish it was a mere nightmare.

A Sanctuary…

A Sanctuary

Just imagine that you are stranded in an island, all you hear echoes of water against the shore,echoes of little birds dancing in the sky. At this juncture you may find peace for a little time.You may enjoy such a solitude for may be a few hours.Then starts a time when you find your solitude overwhelmingly painful. All you wish to have now is a companion to share your thoughts and fears with. Some may seek their loved ones (maybe a fiancee,a husband,a wife or a boy/girl friend),some wish to seek the divine help and some me seek some one else. But just take you time off for a second,who do you think is the first person who paid you a sanctuary. The person who first took you into his arms and promised himself that he would protect you from the very deadliest harms.


A Sanctuary

Just imagine that you are stranded in an island. Now all you hear are the echoes of water against the shore,echoes of little birds dancing in the sky. At this juncture, you may find peace for a little time,you may enjoy such a solitude for may be a few hours.Then starts a time when you find your solitude overwhelmingly painful. All you wish to have now is a companion to share your thoughts and fears with. Some may seek their loved ones (maybe a fiancee,a husband,a wife or a boy/girl friend),some wish to seek the divine help and some me seek some one else. But just take you time off for a second,who do you think is the first person who paid you a sanctuary. The person who first took you into his arms and promised himself that he would protect you from the very deadliest harms.Yes its your FATHER.

When a baby first makes its mark onto the earth, it cries..WHY? Everything feels new out there, all the warmth it had in a mother’s womb is now erased to the new ambiance which the baby isn’t accustomed to. Now a father takes  the baby into his arms, leans the baby against his secure and strong body. He replenishes all the warmth lost after the baby comes out of the womb.He then takes an earthly pride when he shows his baby to his loved partner.Tears of joy overwhelm each of their faces.

The baby now grows, groomed by a mother and guided by a father. This GUIDANCE that a father gives to his baby is what that decides the baby’s real journey of life. When you face a juncture in your life where you have to choose between two paths, all those basic seeds of guidance help you in choosing the right path.It may not sound convincing..Once have a look at this videos,

One awesome seen from pursuit of happyness:

Another inspiring bit from Rocky Balboa:

I shouldn’t describe these videos as they them self speak a lot and its very obvious that any attempt made to describe them will only abate their value. These words of guidance shared by a father to his son are those little seeds that complete a person’s personality.One may often not remember these words word by word..but yes let me tell you,these words that are preached by a father are those that help you  choose your path.

Finally to conclude, one may reach many heights,those heights which are scaled by the mentoring of coaches,those heights which are scaled by one’s own unquenchable hunger to win but one has to never forget those words of glory preached by a FATHER.

Glad yet Again :) !


It feels good to receive Kreativ Blogger Award in such a short span. I was elated when i first received The Versatile Blogger Award (https://theresplendentlife.wordpress.com/2011/12/28/happy/)last month and recieveing another award now is really blissful.I thank each and everyone who stopped by my blog,all the people who shared valuable suggestions and words which encouraged me a lot:) Thanks all.

I  thank http://planaquarium.wordpress.com/ for nomination me for the award..:)

Well about me, I am SaiKrishna.

I am from India (the southern part). I love to write and read.

Though i started blogging many years ago , i had to delete all of them as i wasn’t able to focus on them one bit. But this time I’ve taken an oath to blog regularly and it really paid off.

I love photography and writing poetry is one of my favorite pastimes.

My mum always says me not eat any junk food,but i just love eating them. Burger with fries-the best one can ever get.

Charles Dickens is my favorite author and Henry David Copperfield is the best book I’ve read of him.

I watch the TV a lot and Cricket is my favorite sport 🙂

Kreativ Blogger Award

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1) Thank the blogger who presented you with the award.
2) Post a photo of the award.
3) Share ten things about me that yourself readers don’t know.
4) Choose six people to present this award to. Definition: Pay it Forward.
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My Nominees:

http://blackandwhiteheart.wordpress.com/

http://starnet5.wordpress.com/

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http://50yearproject.wordpress.com/

http://jillianinitaly.wordpress.com/

http://scarletdebloyce.wordpress.com/

Congrats to all the bloggers..share the ideas..have fun and keep blogging 🙂

Do you call it Rejection..??

Rejection..??

There goes a little girl,
Dancing with her little feet,making a petty twirl.
A princess in her father’s eyes,
Always her mother’s perfect prize.

She grew up and she bloomed high,
She resembled a shining star even in the darkest sky.
She made her people happy,she made them smile,
She made the air pure,never was there any vile.

Now,she made many new friends,
She felt a tight bond,never existed any loose ends.
She had a belief,she lent a trust,
Never did she realize that she would bear a thrust.

Her friends now broke the bond,
They had their good time with her,now each of them made their abscond.
The corner in the circle was now felt,
Many may be the people around her,the pain always overwhelmingly melt.

Now, what do you call all this??
Rejection??Oh no no,there is always the never ending nature’s bliss.
Whoever may or may not be in your life,
Some people always bear your every abject strife.

A mother, a father, a friend they are,
Though you never tried to make a bond,they are never too far.
For you,are they, always seeking your happiness,
Oh, don’t you feel rejected,don’t you take a stress.
You were never alone all this time,
Its only that you never tuned yourself to hear that chime.

Your people are only those,
Who not only pat over on your high’s but also the people who lend a hand during your lows.


Rejection..??

There goes a little girl,
Dancing with her little feet,making a petty twirl.
A princess in her father’s eyes,
Always her mother’s perfect prize.

She grew up and she bloomed high,
She resembled a shining star even in the darkest sky.
She made her people happy,she made them smile,
She made the air pure,never was there any vile.

Now,she made many new friends,
She felt a tight bond,never existed any loose ends.
She had a belief,she lent a trust,
Never did she realize that she would bear a thrust.

Her friends now broke the bond,
They had their good time with her,now each of them made their abscond.
The corner in the circle was now felt,
Many may be the people around her,the pain always overwhelmingly melt.

Now, what do you call all this??
Rejection??Oh no no,there is always the never ending nature’s bliss.
Whoever may or may not be in your life,
Some people always bear your every abject strife.

A mother, a father, a friend they are,
Though you never tried to make a bond,they are never too far.
For you,are they, always seeking your happiness,
Oh, don’t you feel rejected,don’t you take a stress.
You were never alone all this time,
Its only that you never tuned yourself to hear that chime.

Your people are only those,
Who not only pat over on your high’s but also the people who lend a hand during your lows.

Those Memories…

Those Memories

Those fine memories revving by,
little things that made me happy,and the brittle things that made me cry.
i was alone and there were none,
neither a shoulder to pry nor an enemy to shun.

There were all those little showers of glory,
Yet those ugly overwhelming darkest passing clouds filled most of the story.
the inner rage was mounting through,
never did i show,the listeners none,not even a few.

then appeared a hand that helped me cross,
through all those barriers,straight and gross.
the hand always gave an honest smile,
Oh yes i knew it was true and meant no guile.

It never spoke a lot i must say,
But everything it portrayed suggested it would forever stay.
Easy seemed all those ridges which i couldn’t even pass,
Oh you overwhelming solitude,how does it feel to be at loss??

Forever may be misery,hitherto may be pain,
I know the hand shall be there without any regret or a refrain.


Those Memories

Those fine memories revving by,
Little things that made me happy,and the brittle things that made me cry.
I was alone and there were none,
Neither a shoulder to pry nor an enemy to shun.

There were also those little showers of glory,
Yet those ugly overwhelming darkest passing clouds filled most of the story.
The inner rage was mounting through,
Never did i show,the listeners NONE,not even a few.

Then appeared a hand that helped me cross,
Through all those barriers,straight and gross.
The hand always gave an honest smile,
Oh yes i knew it was true and meant no guile.

It never spoke a lot i must say,
But everything it portrayed suggested it would forever stay.
Easy seemed all those ridges which i couldn’t even pass,
Oh you overwhelming solitude,how does it feel to be at loss??

Forever may be misery,hitherto may be pain,
I know the hand shall be there without any regret or a refrain.