In the end 
Only these words are on my lips for you..
I may have committed countless mistakes.. 
But I loved u still..

Here the tale ends before it begins..
Only the tears in the eyes bear witness to it..
Those who suffer the wounds..
They sing the melancholy..
I may have committed countless mistakes.. 
But I loved u still..

When a river rushes forward unrestrained,
It knows not what awaits her..
Life or death..
The river of our love 
Ended where.. 
U know not..
I know not..
I may have committed countless mistakes..
But I loved u still..

Love is a dreadful flower.. 
Whose fragrance is afar.. 
But is nothing but millions of thorns when nearby..
Still my heart wanders.. 
Seeking that fragrance of you.. 
I may have committed countless mistakes.. 
But I loved u still..

If ever u hear this earnest song..
I have narrated the secrets of my soul..
The sparkle in your eyes for me would mean a lot to me..
I may have committed countless mistakes.. 
But I loved u still..
I loved u still..!!

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The ‘First Dawn’


Somewhere at that dawn..
The night ended.. 
I closed my eyes for a moment.. 
And the night was lost..!!

How could I describe what had happened..
It was the age so tender.. 
But the night sure had tricked me..
And just left..
Taking my breath away..!!

I did not realize 
when the embrace got loose..
I did not realize 
when the lips just parted..
I did not realize.. 
And the night just slipped away..!!

And then what remained in heart.. 
Was just the echo of the stars..
But the night so arch..
Took away the sky of stars..!!

And then I could not recall
Even my own verses…
My song got lost
in the muddle so mysterious..

But then the night..
While saying goodbye.. 
Suggested the last line of my own song.. 
And parted with the blush..
never I’d seen before..


The first ray of sun had appeard..
To bless that one soul 
which was in two yesterday..!!

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The Teacher

     As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. 

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn’t play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. 

It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then putting a big F at the top of his papers. 

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Teddy’s off until last. 

However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. 

Teddy’s first grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners…he is a joy to be around.” 

His second grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is an excellent student, well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.” 

His third grade teacher wrote, “His mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn’t show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken.” 

Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class.” 

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper,except for Teddy’s. 

His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. 

But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. 

Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, “Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.” 

After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. 

As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her “teacher’s pets.” 

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. 

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. 

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he’d stayed in school, had stuck with it,and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. 

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D. 

The story doesn’t end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he’d met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. 

Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. 

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson’s ear, “Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.” 

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, “Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn’t know how to teach until I met you.”

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Melancholy- A Love Story Of A King & A Queen!!!

While writing my first post I recalled a beautiful melodious and heart touching marathi song ‘Bhatukalichya Khela madhali”. Sharing here what it says…


A King and a Queen in a make-believe-play..
The play was interrupted in the middle..
And the tale remains unfinished..

The boy said to the girl,
“I understand this language without words”
“I know our destinies are tied together”

Why then the girl’s eyes filled with tears?

One day the girl said staring at a distant star..
“The fate leads me to a different path”
“To another destination”

Only too late did the boy understand.. 
The utterance so mysterious and inevitable!!!

The boy asked the girl,
“Why do the hearts get attached like this?”
“Why would the fate snatch away the flower bud before it could bloom?”

Who can answer this question? 
The poor girl remained silent..

Why did the girl close her eyes 
When she departed far far away..?
Why did the boy choke up 
While singing her song..?

And the gloomy melody disappeared in the wind………

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My Misty Lover..!!


Sitting on a pavement of busy life..
Bearing solitude all the time..
Speaking ever to the lonely frost..
Nights were cold, my heart was lost.

Then tranquilly someone came..
In the hazy night with a love flame..
My eyes saw him and lost their fear..
His hand was a petal to catch my tear..

But destiny’s betrayal…i know not why..
The almighty loved him more than I…
Changed his earth,he changed his sky…
For me he was a life still;
did the time though fly!!

Pray,trust me,he came there again..
My lips shivered in that night with rain..
When eager my hands to feel him the rest..
It was the mist who fooled me the best…


“U misty mist, I know, u r not just a shadow, it’s within u…does where he lie..
So I love you till I die
So I love you till I die!!”

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