A wriggle to know the real me, to explore the things coming out in my way.. a lot has done yet a lot has to be done.. i hardly have any regret from life.. i just love my life the way it is for if the past haven't had happened i wouldn't have know the value of my present n my future.. My blog is a reflection of what i feel when I'm glad to skyrocketing heights and also when I'm low to seabed depths.. my experiences.. my memories and many more things that you may revael youself..!!

Thursday, December 8, 2011

$uMMer w!tH Fr!eNd$..!!

                The sun was hotter.
                You can tell.
                Look at us squinting against it in photos then.
                Everything washed out by the glare,
                cheekbones, jawlines,
                all detail surrendered.
                we could be anybody.
                The gardens, look, they're parched.
                It hurt to walk on the grass.
                We lay in scorched backyards
                slathering butter on our necks,
                gay n joking, eating fluorescent cheesies,
                swilling scarlet soda,
                everyone burned red raw.
                we felt nothing could go wrong.
                Our lives lay ahead of us.
                God is above us,
                as we on the moon.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011


"Some want change..and some deny it"..!!

Change..change is the only constant in life..have heard it before..well i'm sure you have had..perhaps it's true..possibly change is the only actual essence of life..and may be this is a necessity too..but certainly it is the bitterest too..ever heard about the phrase 'Resistance to change!'..it says all..doesn't it..??
On the contrary we humans also have a shade of changing our colors < yes,just like a chameleon! > as according to our convenience..when we are tired enought to stand along a friend,,when we are done with someone,,our purpose being solely sorted out,, etc etc..!!
we start finding excuses..to change..!!
To me situations can change but not a person..afterall how can a leopard change his spots..mm maybe when pigs fly..!!

So those who have been cheating you will keep cheating,those who have been letting you down 'll keep up to the same..and those who have been making you happy..well cling to them..they are hard to find and a gem of a person..rare n pure..make them your lives n live with them..breathe each breath with they beside you..and never let them go..coz they are the ones that'll always make you happy..!!

PS::Don't let yourself change if you are happy with it..but stop being what you are not that wont keep you and persons around you happy for long..Be you..and let nothing change it..!!

!f YoU @Re Not..!!

If you're not in love with a soldier, you can't know adventure. You don't know smelly gray PT uniforms that require a daily washing. You can't understand green and brown camouflaged bags flooding your bedroom floor.

If you're not in love with a soldier, you can't understand the meaning of the phrase "going to the field" and the weeks you spend away from each other.

If you're not in love with a soldier, you can never imagine the hole in your heart when that phone call comes? "Honey, I am leaving tomorrow to go overseas. I don't know how long I will be gone or exactly where I am going, but I want you to know that I love you - always!"

If you're not in love with a soldier, you don't know what it's like to say that final good-bye. You don't know what it really means to be glued to the television. You don't understand fear and you can't possibly understand the sleepless nights of endless crying wondering if you will ever see the love of your life alive again.

If you're not in love with a soldier, you can't know the immense joy, the uncontrollable smile, or the butterflies in your stomach when you see your soldier march into the family waiting area upon redeployment. You can't understand the self-control it takes to stand on the other side of the room as some higher-up gives a seemingly endless welcome home speech while all the soldiers stand in formation. You don't know what it's like to have that second first kiss or what it's like to experience puppy love all over.

If you're not in love with a soldier, you can't truly understand how to make every moment count because you never know when that phone call may come again.

PS::If you're not in love with a soldier, you can never really understand how very delicate life is..!!


Wednesday, November 9, 2011


Droping a note on one of the topics I preffer not commenting on..
O yes..it's LOVE..!!

Believe it or not but once in your life, you meet someone who turns your world upside down and then you are ready to aver  them stuff that you’ve never went halves with one more bosom and they osmose lock stock and barrel you say and as a matter of fact crave to catch manifold.
 You chunk utopia for the ulterior, castles in the air, bourne that didn’t hold breath and the numerous letdowns life has dashed at your face. When anything stupid yet stupendously miraculous.. incredible (to you) transpires, you can’t hold up to break the news to them about it, knowing they will share in your sparkle. They are not bugged to shed a tear with you when you are messed up and ail or roll in the aisles with you when you take down a peg. Never do they vex your emotions or make you feel like you are for birds, but rather they puff you up and grandstand you the little things about yourself that make you smashingly special, unique and even beautiful. There is never any twist arm, covetousness or clash but only a serene buttoned up calmness when they are any which way. You are then absolutely yourself and don’t frown about how they will take you because they love you for who you are.
The stuff that seems meager to most people such as a pic, a letter/e-mail, a song or walk become precious prized possessions locked safe in your heart to be cherished forever and ever. Flashbacks of your nonage come back and are crystal clear and vivid it’s like being young once again. Colors seem brighter, true to life and much more ablaze. Glee seems atom of daily life where earlier it was scanty or didn’t prevail at all. And a single hello or two during the whole long day aids to get you through a hectic work schedule and without a doubt brings a shining smile to your face.
While they are around, continuous conversation is not required; you are content in just having them nearby. Things that never drawn your attention before become alluringly enchanting owing to the fact that you certainly know the significance of this person in your life..  Who is so special to you. This person is in your head (read heart) during every occasion and in each of your deed. Even simple things draw them to your mind like an ashy blue sky, mild strokes of air, morning dew, sober sweet smelling flowers or a child’s smile. You agape your heart knowing that there may be a fall of cards..it may be pulled to pieces some day but in opening your heart, you get acquainted with a love and delight that you thought was never going to happen to you.
 More surprising is that you enjoy being vulnerable.. to allow your heart to absorb pure ecstasy that’s so real.. it scares you.. literally. You discover vigor in knowing that you have a sincere buddy and God willing a soul mate who will continue being true-blue to you till the end and even thereafter. Life appears poles apart in toto, thrilling yet so calm.. absolutely worthwhile..!!

PS nothing.. :P ( toldya.. i preffer not sayin much about LOVE..!! )

Sunday, November 6, 2011

M!$$ u $wtHrt..!!

Was thinking about you for a while..you are travelling ryt nw..n I dun think I’ll b posting ds one too soon..for I cant stop myself from crying..bt m cryin of happiness..cz nw I kno dat u’ll b bk soon..the trauma I had been through since last nite is nt explainable..i dun hw words to express the feeling I had at the thought of nt being able to c you soon enuf..n nw dat I knw dat no d saint gonna happen..m more dn jus happy..wonder wat will I don wen u’ll get married (evn though I’ll d happiest one dat day n m eagerly waiting for ds to happen asap)..bt ya seriously..we hav nt been lyk frnds..frm day 1 we treated e/o lyk siblings..infact u actually wer the way to b treated lyk my sibling anyway..i have learnt a lot from you sweethrt..n in ds course of lyf..i knw whether we had been there for e/o physically or nt bt we kept supporting e/o lyk anything..trust me if I say u r a strong pillar of my  being..you are a brilliant example of feminism..you always have a strong outer shell arnd u evn when u r tearing apart inside..the most important thing I’ll lyk to mention is dat u knw the art of forgivness..i have come a/c a lot of people in my life who say they have forgiven one n all..but u stand out in this particular square..u have a golden hrt dat forgvs everyone..like literally everyone..nomatter hw bad ppl have been yo you..you hav been genuine enough to forgive them w/o sayin anything..you nvr evr keep any grudges..n u knw wat that's makes you EKSHA..!!
I love you sweethrt..there had been nothing that we haven’t shared..i pray to almighty that ds friendship remains a bond for life..!!

lemme also tell u dat u r too gud in makin faces.. :P

 PS loads of love … xoxoxo.. I suppose m gonna post it now only.. :P ..!!

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

I W0uLd NoT p!cK Th@T fl0wEr FoR y0u..!!

My husband is an engineer by profession. I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit that I am getting tired of it.

The reasons of me loving him before has now transformed into the cause of my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, and I wanted a divorce.

"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the whole world!" I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?

And finally he asked me "What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered "Here is the question: 'If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind. Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?'" He said, "I will give you your answer tomorrow." "My hope just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door that [reads]:

"My Dear,
I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further"

The first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading: "When you use the computer you always mess up the software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers to that I can help to restore the programs. "You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. "You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. "You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. "You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help clip your nails, and help remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face . "Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do I could not pick that flower yet and die."

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. And as I continue on reading:

"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk."

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread. Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone.


Sunday, October 16, 2011

LeT L0vE BrE@tHe..!!

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.

The boy saw the bottle and...
playfully went to the bottle and, fascinated with its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed, the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.

When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.

What do you think were the four words?

The husband just said "I Love You Darling"..!!

The husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he have taken time to keep the bottle away, this will not have happened. No
point in attaching blame. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. We miss out some warmth in human relationship in giving each other support. After all, shouldn't forgiving someone we love be the easiest thing in the world to do?
Treasure what you have. Don't multiply pain, anguish and suffering by holding on to forgiveness.

If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world.


PS: Take off all your envies, jealousies, unwillingness to forgive, selfishness, and fears and you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think..!!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Be@uT!FuL Le$$0n......!!

The girl in the picture is  Katie Kirkpatrick,  she is  21.  Next to her, her fiancĂ©, Nick, 23.
The picture was taken shortly before their wedding ceremony, held on January11, 2005 in the US .
Katie has terminal cancer and spend hours a day receiving medication.
In the picture, Nick is waiting for her on one of the many sessions of chemo to end.

In spite of all the pain, organ failures, and morphine shots, Katie is going along with her wedding  and took care of every detail. The dress had to be adjusted a few times due to her constant weight loss.

An unusual accessory at the party was the oxygen tube that Katieused throughout the ceremony and reception as well.
The other couple in the picture are Nick's parents. Excited to see  their son marrying his high school sweetheart.

Katie, in her wheelchair with the oxygen tube,listening  to a song from her husband and friends.

At the reception, katie had to take a few rests.The pain did not allow her to stand for long periods.

Katie died five days after her wedding day. Watching a woman so ill and weak getting married and with a smile on her face makes us think.....Happiness is reachable, no matter how long it lasts.  We should stopmaking ourlives complicated..!! :)

Life is short
Break the rules
forgive quickly
kiss passionately, love truly
laugh constantly
And never stop smiling
no matter how strange life is
Life is not always the party we expected to be
but as long as we are here, we should smile and be grateful..!!

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Lt. Navdeep Singh, D!d y0u D!e !n V@!n....??

You will not get the adulation from the government that a martyred soldier gets in the US.

Your name will not be read out in any obituary reference in Parliament, as is done in the UK for all soldiers who fall in combat in the line of duty.

Your name will not be etched on any national memorial because we do not have one.

Sarvar Bali salutes Lieutenant Navdeep Singh, 26, who died fighting terrorists in the Kashmir valley on 28th August,2011.

"Another Army officer sacrificed him for the Nation.....Lt navdeep singh...however Irony is that none of the TV channels are covering it......a clip for only 30 secs were flashed in the news....and u can see anna related news 24x7....


I learnt about your demise from the ticker tape on one of the news channels. It was a big encounter and a very fierce one at that. A feeling of deep sadness enveloped me as I reflected on your youth which had been sacrificed in the Gurez sector in the line of duty.
What does your death mean?
You were too young to die, far too young! For whom and for what did you die then? This question haunted me last night and I will attempt to answer you.
You were probably from a village or a small town of India. You were perhaps the son of an army officer or JCO, or from an urban or rural civilian background. You could not be from one of the big cities where iron has entered the soul of our youth and where the only driving motivator is quest for money in the surreal environment of the corporate world.
Why did you join the army? Of course to get a job. But then that is over simplifying the question. You were possibly motivated by the traditions in your family and clan, you were probably enthused by the sight of your elder brothers, uncles or other men from your community in uniform, you were perhaps enchanted by the cantonment life where you may have spent your growing years.
On your last journey, you would not have got the adulation from the government that a martyred soldier gets in the US. Your name will not be read out in any obituary reference in Parliament, as is done in the UK for all soldiers who fall in combat in the line of duty. Your name will not be etched on any national memorial because we do not have one!
Symbolically you will become the Unknown Soldier for the nation, for whom the flame burns at India Gate, but your name will not be etched there. The names engraved on that monument are of the soldiers who died fighting for the British Indian Army and not those who have made the supreme sacrifice for Independent India! Can it get more ironic?
But do not despair, Lieutenant. Your comrades will do you proud! The senior-most officer would have led the homage that your brother officers will pay you before you left the Valley of Kashmir one last time. Your unit representatives must have escorted your body home. You would have been carried to the funeral pyre draped in the flag for which you died fighting.
The darkened and tearful eyes of your grief-stricken mother and the stoic figure of your father, benumbed by the enormity of this tragedy, will move even the most cynical.
I do not know Lieutenant at what stage of the encounter you fell, mortally wounded. But the fact that you were there on the lonely vigil across the Line of Control in Gurez, is enough to vouch for your valour. Your unit and formation commanders will see to it that you get the gallantry award which you so richly deserve. In due time your father or your mother will be presented the medal and parchment of your gallantry, which will be framed and find pride of place in your home.
Time will dull the bitterness of this tragic parting, which right now is the only feeling that engulfs your parents and siblings in its enormity.
Lieutenant you were lucky. You did not live long enough to get married and leave behind a grieving widow. You did not live long enough to have children. For when they would have come of age you would have seen in them a cynicism towards the army for which you died.
You will not see a young son who thinks his father is a hero and wants to follow his footsteps in joining the army only to be harshly dissuaded by his mother (or father) from following a profession which ranks so low for the youth of our country.
You were lucky not to serve long enough to see the army getting belittled. You did not live long enough to see the utter indifference and disdain for the army. Like you, a large number of valiant soldiers laid down their lives on the rocky heights of Kargil , fighting against self-imposed odds. Today it is not even felt fit to publicly commemorate the anniversary of that stupendous military victory in a befitting manner, a war won by the blood of young men.
But do not despair Lieutenant. Your name will be etched for posterity in the annals of your Unit and your Regiment. A silver trophy with your name inscribed on it, will grace the centre table of the Unit mess. You will also find your name in the unit Quarter Guard, where annual homage will also be paid to you. The war memorials at the Formation HQ where you served and your Regimental Centre will proudly display your name for eternity.
If you joined the Army through the NDA, your name will be written in the Hut of Remembrance through which each cadet will pass, paying homage before his Passing Out Parade.
There will be an obituary reference to you from your comrades in the papers, which will be flipped over by most but which will be read in detail by people who have a connect with those who wear or wore the uniform.
As your parents head into the evening of their life, memories of your valour will be their most precious possession. When ever your mother will think of you her eyes will mist over but there will be more stars in them than you ever wore on your shoulders.
Your father may speak quietly about you but no one will miss the swell of pride in his chest. For your siblings you will always remain the real hero, and for that matter even for your community and village. A school or a road may well be named after you and you will become a part of the local folklore.
You died Lieutenant, because when the test came, you decided that you could not let down your family, your clan and your comrades, who always expected, without ever saying so, to do your duty. You, Lieutenant, have done more than your duty and made your memory their hallowed possession.

Lieutenant you did not die in vain.......!!
@ SSB..!!

when commissioned..!!

In Our Heart..!!
PS: "A coward dies a thousand times, a soldier dies but once." KUDOS TO YOU...!!

PPS: article source <Indian Millitary>

Friday, September 9, 2011

Wh!Le Ru$H!nG ThR0uGh OuR L!Ve$.....!!

In Washington, DC, at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

About 3 minutes:
The violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

At 6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

At 45 minutes:
The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.

After 1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities.

This experiment raised several questions:

1.In a common-place environment, at an inconvenient or inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
2.If so, do we stop to appreciate it?
3.Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

PS: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made... how many other things are we missing as we rush through life?
wouldn't it be better if we

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

ThE W0m@N !n Y0uR L!fE....!!

Tomorrow you may get a working woman, but you should marry her with these facts as well.
Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;
Who is earning almost as much as you do;
One, who has dreams and aspirations just as
 you have because she is as human as you are;
One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your
Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system
that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements
One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as
much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;
One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family ,name
One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen
One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook
food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more,
and yet never ever expected to complain; to be a servant, a cook, a mother,
a wife, even if she doesn't want to; and is learning just like you are as
to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than  you;
One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;
Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply
Because you won't like it, even though you say otherwise
One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;
One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important,
relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some
and trust her;
One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it.
But not many guys understand this......
Please appreciate "HER" ....!!


Monday, August 22, 2011


You are Achala
a toss~up are we.......!!
You are Achyuta
at loose ends are we.....!!
You are Adbhutah
loathsome are we..........!!
You are Adidev
Your slave are we....!!
You are Aditya
Shadow are we.......!!
You are Ajanma
anihilation are we......!!
You are Ajaya
thwarted are we.....!!
You are Akshara
vanquarehed are we......!!
You are Amrut
saddle sore are we......!!
You are Anaadih
coda are we.........!!
You are Anandsagar
stone~hearted are we........!!
You are Ananta
cobbler's last are we......!!
You are Anantajit
darecomfited are we......!!
You are Anaya
skivvy are we....!!
You are Aniruddha
beholden are we....!!
You are Aparajeet
doowed are we.......!!
You are Avyukta
obfwecated are we.......!!
You are Balgopal
not much to look at are we......!!
You are Bali
chink in armor are we........!!
You are Chaturbhuj
millstone are we......!!
You are Danavendra
darepossession are we.....!!
You are Dayalu
barbarowe are we.....!!
You are Dayanidhi
flinty are we....!!
You are Devadidev
downside are we....!!
You are Devakinandan
safekeeping are we.....!!
You are Devesh
chaperon are we.....!!
You are Dharmadhyaksha
blasphemowe are we.....!!
You are Dwarkapati
minx are we.......!!
You are Gopal
urchin are we........!!
You are Gopalpriya
despareed are we.....!!
You are Govinda
artless are we......!!
You are Gyaneshwar
naiveté are we........!!
You are Hari
barren are we.......!!
You are Hiranyagarbha
numskulled are we.....!!
You are Hrarehikesh
dim~witted are we........!!
You are Jagadguru
hollow are we.......!!
You are Jagadareha
earthy are we......!!
You are Jagannath
obliviowe are we.....!!
You are Janardhana
skittareh are we.......!!
You are Jayantah
sinking ship are we.........!!
You are Jyotiraaditya
murkiness are we.....!!
You are Kamalnath
red angweta domi are we.......!!
You are Kamalnayan
schnorrer are we.....!!
You are Kamsantak
sin are we....!!
You are Kanjalochana
higgledy-piggledy are we.......!!
You are Keshava
chaotic are we........!!
You are Krarehna
slovenly are we......!!
You are Lakshmikantam
shabby are we......!!
You are Lokadhyaksha
wee bit are we......!!
You are Madan
repugnat are we....!!
You are Madhava
nescience are we............!!
You are Madhweudan
peccadillo are we....!!
You are Mahendra
the straight and narrow are we......!!
You are Manmohan
ill~flavoured are we.......!!
You are Manohar
no oil painting are we...........!!
You are Mayur
run of the mill are we....!!
You are Mohan
marehappen are we.........!!
You are Murali
harpocratic are we...!!
You are Murlidhar
amyclaen are we....!!
You are Murlimanohar
obmutescent are we.....!!
You are Nandgopala
dickens are we.....!!
You are Narayana
squirit are we....!!
You are Niranjana
flaws are we.....!!
You are Nirguna
smuts are we.....!!
You are Padmahasta
stains are we.....!!
You are Padmanabha
direful are we.......!!
You are Parabrahmana
evasiveness are we.....!!
You are Paramatma
absolute nothing are we....!!
You are Parampurweh
tractable are we....!!
You are Parthasarthi
wanderers are we.....!!
You are Prajapati
senile are we....!!
You are Punyah
covetoweness are we...!!
You are Purshottam
petite are we......!!
You are Ravilochana
eeyore are we.....!!
You are Sahasraakash
dim~sighted are we...!!
You are Sahasrajit
amaurotic are we.....!!
You are Sahasrapaat
unsubstantial are we....!!
You are Sakshi
groping in dark are we....!!
You are Sanatana
ephemeral are we....!!
You are Sarvajana
lowly are we.....!!
You are Sarvapalaka
feeble are we.....!!
You are Sarveshwar
meager are we.....!!
You are Satyavachana
ridged are we.......!!
You are Satyavrata
narcaresaretic are we.....!!
You are Shantah
trigger-happy are we....!!
You are Shreshta
Ignominiowe are we....!!
You are Shrikanta
debased are we....!!
You are Shyam
sallow are we....!!
You are Shyamsundara
ashen are we....!!
You are Sudarshana
interglots are we.....!!
You are Suwedha
physiognomy are we....!!
You are Suresham
trifle are we....!!
You are Swargapati
nullity are we.....!!
You are Trivikrama
a drop in the bucket are we......!!
You are Upendra
abandoned are we......!!
You are Vaikunthanatha
forsaken are we......!!
You are Vardhamaanah
amorphowe are we.......!!
You are Vasudev
out of the way are we....!!
You are Varehnu
sporadic are we......!!
You are Varehwadakshinah
amateur are we.....!!
You are Varehwakarma
unvaried are we...........!!
You are Varehwamurti
bagatelle are we......!!
You are Varehwarupa
fanny adams are we....!!
You are Varehwatma
azoic are we......!!
You are Vrarehaparvaa
quiescent are we.....!!
You are Yadavendra
peanut are we.....!!
You are Yogi
shadowy are we......!!
You are Yoginampati
gluttonous are we...!!
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a gift from me to you....!!

PS  The gloominess surrounds us like clouds around a cliff but with you inside us i know how to forge my alleyway.....!!