tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88527499526275158882024-03-13T10:13:33.541-07:00Chaos Dreams.by Vishal Anand.Vishal Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683239727717768558noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852749952627515888.post-20872426925550197332023-02-06T04:23:00.001-08:002023-02-06T04:23:15.283-08:00Happy Now?I looked for you amidst the crowd, and I saw you laughing.
I gazed at you, admiring your smile and your happy face.
Your grinning face made all my weariness go away for some time.
I was elated to see you happy.
Maybe this is what I wanted—your happy face!
Maybe this is what I was craving!
But there was something melancholy about it.
Maybe some promises and vows were left midway through the journey of our togetherness!
But hey, I wanted to be happy. I wanted to smile and laugh, and I wanted to give you a bear hug, because all I have done lately is cry, and all I am becoming lately is a human without emotion, without love, and without his significant other.
I wonder sometimes how you promised to smile, laugh, and cry together, and now when I see you happy without me, my heart aches!
Not because you are happy without me, but it aches because I’m not a part of your happiness anymore.
It hurts because now I don’t feel any sort of happiness in life without you!
But shall I be happy now?
Shall I be happy now because now you have your space and you are free?
Shall I be happy because you are happy without me?
because all I ever wanted was to see you happy.
(*happy with me)
Damn it!
~wishVishal Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683239727717768558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852749952627515888.post-58382771245690385132022-07-15T08:22:00.002-07:002022-07-15T08:24:29.480-07:00LOST <h1><center><b><b>LOST</b></b></center></h1>
I stood amidst the crowd, wondering where to begin…<br>
I was so lost that I wasn’t able to feel my heart, it feels like a void now.
I am lost because you promised that you’ll never leave me, you promised that you’ll never give up on me....<br>
Now I’m looking for you, in the rabble…<br>
So many unfamiliar faces but with a hope that you’ll stand by your vows, I’m looking for you…<br>
The vision is hazy now, I can’t feel your presence, It feels like you have gone far, very far…<br>
Although you can't take me with you, I've given you my heart to keep forever, because I’m lost and I haven’t lost you, you are in my thoughts, you are in my heart and you are in my prayers,
<b>the only person I ever lost and needed back was ME.</b><br>
~wish
Vishal Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683239727717768558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852749952627515888.post-11500760669989669992021-11-25T04:10:00.001-08:002021-11-25T04:13:27.591-08:00Confined Loveand suddenly your love started growing like an ebony,<br>
so heavy to carry and so fragile to hold.
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It started shredding my heart with intense melancholy.<br>
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Fair enough, the deal was to love and not to be loved.<br>
But honey, what made you to confine your love?<br>Vishal Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683239727717768558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852749952627515888.post-10930457576149623272021-06-24T00:18:00.010-07:002021-06-24T04:05:46.539-07:00Hold On<h1><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></h1><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><h1><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MzFWwp38WAk/YNQsSt2CiII/AAAAAAAABqI/95NNHXg4a40zYd-3t6Z5b4dnBmgCJG-lwCNcBGAsYHQ/s250/IP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="238" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MzFWwp38WAk/YNQsSt2CiII/AAAAAAAABqI/95NNHXg4a40zYd-3t6Z5b4dnBmgCJG-lwCNcBGAsYHQ/w305-h320/IP.jpg" title="-----Hold On-----" width="305" /></a></div></span></h1></blockquote><h1><span><h2 style="text-align: center;"> </h2></span></h1><div><span>The covid pandemic taught us how to survive alone and how to cling to life, how not to lose hope and how to hold on good things even in the </span>unpropitious time. </div><div>With so many vicissitude, some lost the battle and some chose to survive.</div><div>What are the things which you want to hold on for your inner peace?<br />Are these things in your control?</div><div>On the up and up I think the answer is quite hazy.<br />Things which makes us happy are generally not that easy to attain, one have to fight for it. Fighting for our own happiness is not less than any battle, you may require to cry your heart out for it sometimes.</div><div>We often get confused with our inner peace and happiness but these two things are poles apart. I would say inner peace is the gateway for your happiness. In this scrambled lifestyle we are more prone to hold on things which can bother us instead of holding up thoughts which can actually lead us to a happy path.</div><div>It's all a brainy cocktail, that's how it is configured but the good thing is we can at least try to hold on good thoughts even when your brain is deprecating it.<br />And that's exactly where the battle begins. The battle between good and bad, the battle between inner peace and melancholy and at last the battle between holding on and letting go. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Cheers,<br />Vishal Anand. </div>
Vishal Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683239727717768558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852749952627515888.post-10586562540433469012020-10-28T04:55:00.000-07:002020-10-28T04:55:14.797-07:00<p></p><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ <span style="text-align: center;">October Flower ~</span></span></h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6bT9H4ghMAY/X5lbbnv3uQI/AAAAAAAABiM/9uuq4lsdKDMCTeScnk2OcS30kOqtUdPKACNcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="513" data-original-width="369" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6bT9H4ghMAY/X5lbbnv3uQI/AAAAAAAABiM/9uuq4lsdKDMCTeScnk2OcS30kOqtUdPKACNcBGAsYHQ/w288-h400/image.png" title="October Flower" width="288" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Vishal Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683239727717768558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852749952627515888.post-81815670925313291092020-09-04T02:07:00.005-07:002020-09-04T02:07:54.580-07:00मैं इश्क़ हूँ या बारिश मैं?<p dir="ltr">मैं इश्क़ हूँ या बारिश मैं,<br />
मुझे अश्क़ बन <u>रहने</u> दो</p>
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यूँ आँखों से अश्क़ न बहने दो,</p>
<p dir="ltr">मैं इश्क़ हूँ या बारिश मैं,<br />
मुझे अश्क़ बन रहने दो</p>
<p dir="ltr">इश्क़ तो यूं ही बदनाम है<br />
दूर होकर भी हम एक नाम है,<br />
जैसे हो नदिया में बहती धारा<br />
कुछ वैसा ही तो है साथ हमारा,</p>
<p dir="ltr">यूँ बारिश में भीगी हुई तुम्हारी ज़ुल्फ़ों का नज़ारा,<br />
मानो समा रखा हो उसमें पूरा ज़माना,</p>
<p dir="ltr">अब अश्क़ बहे तो बहने दो,<br />
<u>मैं इश्क़</u> हूँ या बारिश मैं,<br />
अब सिर्फ मुझे तुम अपने ख्यालों में रहने दो. </p>
<p dir="ltr">~विशाल आनंद</p>Vishal Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683239727717768558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852749952627515888.post-68831413829564528592020-09-03T07:48:00.003-07:002020-09-03T07:48:33.560-07:00वक़्त<div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">वक़्त का ही तो सितम रहा होगा,</div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">तू खुद से यूँ खफ़ा क्यों है?</div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">उठ देख ये वक़्त का क़हर,</div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">जो कल दूसरों को बांटते थे</div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">हर मर्ज की दवा,</div><div dir="auto" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: white; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">आज वो मजबूर है पीने को ज़हर</div>Vishal Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683239727717768558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852749952627515888.post-63868301574400438242018-10-03T00:04:00.002-07:002018-10-03T00:04:17.570-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It is not bad to need help, everyone needs it at some point. But, with independence comes the ability to care for yourself and help other people with the knowledge and abilities you have.</div>
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People learn to trust you as a beneficial resource and look to you for assistance, now isn't this amazing?<br />
Happiness comes from independence, self-esteem, the ability to associate with and help others.</div>
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In the era of competition and complexity, people are always in a gung-ho mood. Instead of achieving their own dreams they are damaging the dreams of others, Is this a way for setting up a tranquil world?</p><hr>
This is nothing but a heinous act.<br> Well we can't blame anyone, the growing demand for everything is somehow making us feel ambiguous.
<p>The rapacity is a kinda herpes that is damaging the whole mind set of people. We can't trust anyone. Now its so common to find a cynicism among people.
Well not getting off from the track, I'll talk about the secret of being a successful person.
You guys must be curious right?
So, the secret is YOU.<br>
Yes, you got it right.<br>
The success and failure of a person is manifested by themselves only. For being a successful person you are the one who is responsible and for a failure its again you.
The only thing you have to do is to select the right track for you.
Dream for it,work for it and the world will see the result.</p>Vishal Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683239727717768558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852749952627515888.post-5177351971622307062017-06-30T00:52:00.002-07:002017-06-30T00:52:32.222-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Vishal Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683239727717768558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852749952627515888.post-74358924257515489632016-06-28T04:24:00.001-07:002016-06-28T04:24:35.097-07:00House Boat Scene <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UzHcr4z6s2o" width="459"></iframe>Vishal Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683239727717768558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852749952627515888.post-66159178925459421592014-12-31T00:34:00.003-08:002014-12-31T00:34:42.251-08:00Dream big Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20.285999298095703px;">I think we should have job reservations in all the fields. I completely support the PM and all the politicians for promoting this. Let's start the reservation with our cricket team. We should have 10 percent reservation for muslims. 30 percent for OBC, SC/ST like that. Cricket rules should be modified accordingly. The boundary circle should be reduced for an SC/ST player. The four hit by an OBC player should be considered as a six and a six hit by a OBC player should be counted as 8 runs. An OBC player scoring 60 runs should be declared as a century.</span></b></div>
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Vishal Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683239727717768558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8852749952627515888.post-58070407843721115932014-03-23T04:02:00.000-07:002014-03-23T04:02:46.148-07:00THE BEAUTY OF NATURE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
NO DOUBT THAT THE NATURE IS SURROUNDED BY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING THINGS.<br />
WE USE TO FEEL THE BEAUTY AND YEAH SOMETIMES WANTS THAT BEAUTY TO STAY IN OUR MEMORY.MANY OF CIVILIANS USE TO DAMAGE THE NATURE FOR THE SHAKE OF THEIR ENJOYMENT....BUT GUYS NATURE IS NOT OWNED BY ANYONE...SO THE WAY THEY USE TO DAMAGE THE NATURE IS ANY HOW RESULTING IN AN ADVERSE WAY.<br />
NATURE IS TO BE LOVED NOT TO BE DAMAGED.</div>
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