Saurabh's Lounge

Image Source:  here From time to time, you crib With no patience in your nature Sometimes it tickles me in the rib To see you let my work denature You don't even have courage to contemplate Nor you can imagine to that extent With a life full of lies, you try to compensate I want you to ask yourself, is that content? Harmonizing to the tune of the vision It is something very difficult to achieve Unknowingly, you are accused of treason It's up to you to believe or not to believe Have you ever heard a word called credit? I request you to do some research in this regard Or at least grant us the permission to edit Else, I am sorry to say that you will be barred! This poem is dedicated to all the copycats on the internet. Let's stand together against this heinous crime and these criminals. Plagiarism has to be ended. My humble request to all fellow bloggers, please report it as soon you find it out, because delay in this mat...

Holi, a festival of colors is celebrated all over India, particularly in the northern region more. It is a festival where two enemies can become friends forever. People in my surroundings and everywhere are covered all over with all sorts of colors. There are many varieties available in the market. Some sell herbal colors, some don't. Also not to forget, the famous dish of this festival known as Ghujiya.  It's very delicious, I must say. Overall it is a very nice experience to play Holi with everyone as it gives us all a chance to have a sort of get together which otherwise seems almost impossible. Thanks to our tech savvy population. It's been around 4 years that I have stopped playing Holi. The reason being it gets more and more dirty. People have started using grease and other harmful toxic chemicals. I agree oil comes to the rescue but still it's not that safe nowadays. Balloon fighting is a trend in Holi but what if people start shooting eggs and othe...

Image credit: here Love is like placing your hand on the flame of a burning candle. Neither the candle blows off nor can you remove the hand from the flame.                                                                                             ~Saurabh Chawla~

Image Source:  here A long time ago, maybe a decade Or even earlier, I guess Going to the school, the day was made Trying really hard, but failed to impress That cute little girl with a long braid The smoothness which she never let fade I was sitting at a seat directly behind her Feeling so divine, with her hair my fingers played I didn't care about anyone else, whatever they infer I just liked that cute little girl with a long braid The hair so soft, in rhythm they swayed Even the silk can become brittle for a while But the shine of her hair, as it is, it stayed Something was in her, else she would not beguile I realized now that I loved that cute little girl with a long braid! This post is written for a contest sponsored by Dove and hosted by Indiblogger 'Beautiful Ends to your Beautiful Braids' . You can check out the link  Dove Split End Rescue System. Don't forget to check out the link. Click here to read surreptit...

Image Courtesy:  here With each passing moment, I recall The offensiveness of the past memories Feeling the chill, I slide my hand in the glove I sit beside the window and see the flying dove Wind whispered in my ear, let there be love So soft, so free, the tenderness I can foresee The contemplation was hidden somewhere inside Decision was taken; I let it out hard to shove With all things below it, I put only this above Wind whispered in my ear, let there be love  I turned to the earth below, it stared back at me Deep resentment in her eyes I could see Her loathing for the unanswered pleas stood above In the middle of the ground sat the mourning dove I heard the wind whispered in my ear, let there be love! Click here to read An angel!  

Looking deep into yourself You will find some solace It can be the power of an elf Luxury better than a palace It guides you throughout From birth till death It helps you when others flout It never leaves you bereft In the hour of need It teaches you defiance Between the lines you must read It's nothing but your conscience! Click here to read Contrived!