”I” ll meet you at the alter” — ” I”ll be the one in white!”

A wedding is a party, not a performance
If at the end of the day,
you are married to the one.
Then everything went perfectly.

People dream for a wedding of
elaborate elegance
a church filled with family and friends
I asked her ”what kind of wedding she wished for
and she said
”one that would make him mine”

I pray that your love for each other
will overflow more and more
and that you will keep on growing in
your knowledge and understanding.

The bible sayz ;-
love is patient
love is kind
love does not boast
it is not proud

marriage is not a noun it’s a verb
it isn’t something you get
its something you do
It’s the way you love your partner every day.

Love doesn’t make
the world  go round
love is what makes
the ride worth while.

My love has sailed away with a sealing kiss
with me to live or to die
I have at last my nameless tag
As I loved ………. Loved am I ??? ……

My experience says
when you realize you want to spend
the rest of your life with somebody
you want your rest of your life
to start as soon as possible.

A successful marriage
requires falling in love

Many times , always with
THE SAME PERSON …

Every love story is a beautiful
but this one is my favourite
every once in a while in the
Middle of an Ordinary life
love gives us a FAIRY TAIL !!!! …….

BY Divyanshu Deep

The DARKNESS within

                                                                                  The DARKNESS within

by divyanshu deep

I’ve lived in darkness a long time
over the time, my eyes adjusted until
the dark became my world
and I could see.

but then someone turned on the light
she flooded my memory,
and now I am blind
the devil dances with his demons inside

I buried a part of myself deep inside
then I was reminded if it was there at all,
I completely forgot who I was altogether
until the darkness showed up at my door

this is what it must feel like to walk in the sunlight
my darkness reveled, my shadow self-embraced
DEMONS – they see me,
I am one of them, in their darkest dreams

people think it’s fun to pretend to be a monster
me, I have spent my life pretending that
I wasn’t one
I prefer to think myself as a master of disguise

I might be breathing and walking around
but I am an empty shell,
life is so fleeting, so fragile
every breath of potential may not last

I just know that there is something dark in me
and I hide it, I certainly don’t talk about it
but it’s there always, the darkness within
and when it is driving. I feel alive

I don’t fight it
I don’t want to
he’s all I’ve got
I have to focus
to turn everything out………………….

preparation is vital
there are no secrets in life
just hidden truths that
lie beneath the surface.

if I believe in god then I believe in sin
and if I believe in sin, I’d be sucked to hell
if at all I believe in hell
I am drifting, but not to sleep.

I should be upset, even feel violated
but I am not, in fact it’s a friendly message
like hey wanna play? And yes I want to play …
with my demon inside

I’m empty… but I found a way to make it feel less bottomless.
Pretend. You pretend the feelings are there,
for the world and for the people around you.
Who knows,  maybe one day they will be.

now my concrete foundation
is turning to shifting sand
may be she was right about me, that I would
never truly know anyone in the presence of  my
darkness within

(dark days by divyanshu deep)
this poem I wrote sitting on the roof top of alsa garden on
12/12/12 in the memory o my present me. With the
help of cigarettes and a couple of vodka shots ……………..

Security breach in SRM campus

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by divyanshu deep (jamc)

The SRM institute operates in a happy harmony way with the instrumentalities of executing all the programs and plans in a phenomenal and astonishing way.
but to be truly great, exercising democratic power must enjoy independence of a high order. But independence could become perilous, unless there is a discipline with rules of good conduct and accountability. The SRM institute follows all the necessary steps to conserve the atmosphere of the institute, the students are not authorized to enter the campus without their I-d card’s, and outsiders are restricted to enter the campus without a valid reason. Consumption of any kind of intoxicated substance is also prohibited in the campus. All in one the SRM institute functions in a fabulous way.

but a drunk man was reported asleep on the side of the main administrative building of SRM institute on 16/8/2012 around 4:09 pm. Sources say that the man had a lot of drink’s and was walking free on the street of SRM campus without any questioning by the campus security guards.  A student from second year jamc rita (name changed) says that she felt unsafe and found it risky to walk by the side of the road inside the campus where the man was asleep.

now, the question arises here is the campus safe for the students to walk around or the rules made by the institution are only legalized for the students???

RISING THE BAR
‘’a lot of work has to be done in the area of security’’ says another fresher from the science and humanities department. A little more effort is required by the institute to procure success and make the campus more ravishing and enchanting for the students.

‘‘0ops!!! ‘I’ fell in love!’’ {poem}

by Divyanshu deep

I did not think that I would fall in love with you, but I did,
I was mad since the very first day I saw you,
I thought of just another other ordinary girl,
who looked kind of geek

I checked you out with curiosity,
guys chill out, I am not a freak.

Everything I’d wished for,
every dream of my hope came true.
I never thought I would happen,
until the day I met you.

as the days went by the anxiety
within me grew stronger and stronger,
the day’s assumed to me longer, longer and longer
I never thought that I would fall but I did……..

memories came flooding
trapped
between the wrinkles – budding

the first time we ever met
serendipity
it was, it wasn’t  love yet

DING ! DONG ! DANG ! I rang the bell
you didn’t answer, what the hell……
I felt the same, as you do now
the next time I won’t be around.

Checking out a hot girl with curiosity
that’s what I call lust
I got caught doing that twice
what a bust !!! what a bust !!!

eight times four is thirty two
and now you know that it’s true,
now I wonder what was that we had between us
my friend LAKSH says ‘’ bus kar yar bus’’

I lied, I cried  WTF!!!,
now I wanna fight
most of the time other people sound Dum
I think about them ‘’what a bum’’

although it hurts to know
that you don’t feel the same as me,
hopefully one day you will realize
one day you will wake up and see

that I was always there,  But
there was nothing left between you and me
to say something now would be inappropriate
the lame cause of our break-up was enough to  differentiate

BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!! Now the time is gone
here I am back on my track to mingle
on and onnnnnnnnnn………………………………

divyanshu deep
[delhi days] jnu

बकरे की आखे { funny poem}

by divyanshu deep
                                                              this poem makes no sense  just like Indian politics

सुबह उठा तो  मैने क्या पाया, मेरी  कुछ  समझ मे नही आया
देखता हूँ  तो  क्या पाता  हूँ ,मै शाम को नहाने जाता हूँ

कोई कुछ भी कहे मुझे उस का क्या करना
लोग हमेशा कहते है वरना वरना वरना

काव्य के  अंतर मन से रसः चूस निकालुगा
अगर कुछ समझ मे नही आया तो  आखो मे काजल  लगा लू गा

समुन्दर का पानी कोई पी नही सकता
उस ही प्रकार एक कवि कविता लिखे बिना जी नही सकता

लेला ने कहा मजनू   के कान मे
कुलचे खाना सोनू की दुकान मे

कॉल करे या हमारी शाखा  मे आये
जितना दिमाग हो केवल  उतना ही लगाये

इस कविता का सार यदि समझ मे नही आया थो पागल मत हो जाना
जितना दिमाग बचा है उसे  पढ़ायी मे  लगाना

इस कविता मे मतलब ढूँढने की कोशिश तुम न कर बैठान
बैठान थो केवल इसे पढने  बैठान

इस कविता का सार यदि तुम्हे समझ मे आ जाए थो मुझे समझा देना
नही थो अपना घंटा खुद बजा ले ना

told by divyanshu deep
                         Chennai days

A politician will do anything to keep his job – even become a patriot.

MY FIRST KISS

 

                                                                                                 MY FIRST KISS
                                                                                    

                                                                                                                                            BY DIVYANSHU TO MY FIRST LOVE

I still remember what it felt like,
the touch, the smile and the pulse
the most special kiss was the first kiss
that made her smile,

I was never known for my pleasant behavior,
but my friends I can tell you
that I was pounding out like flames,
when I sat still and calm

there are no words to describe that feeling,
the love grasped within me came out screaming

the touch was motionless ,
my heart was throbbing and thumping
like a dead man’s chest,
there I was still holding my breath

the movement was the most erotic
movement of my life,
the feeling of desire was
unbeatable to fix up a fight,

now the gone memories fades up like a
past green tree of life before my eyes,
I think nothing but to feel the same again
the joy was motionless like a drain

all tho I am not good with dates
I still remember the 6th of January,
the day I had to leave the city
on the way back to my army clan

I remember the melancholy and mournful look
on her face the fear of the never ending tale.

what if I wasn’t there tomorrow to stand
and the relation between us was lost that now we sustain,
I know that it would not bother  you much,
but today I have to say to you that
‘’I actually do love you’’

after the kiss I told her that ‘’this was my first’’
a clean smile swiped on to her sweet face
accepting my accuracy and infallibility
of that most special movement between us.

she said to me that I was the first boy
that had come into her life for the first time,
and there was no bound of
exhilaration and ecstasy in my life

all tho I was never amorous kind of person
I but I did find a way to portray her
the pink suit just looked fine on her
with blossom  pinkish effects,

after that I thought nothing els
but of endear her for myself.

next day on message I inquired
‘’how the kiss felt like’’
a timid reply came out that
‘’ well after all it was the first’’

then next morning I said to her that for
the past three days I have been thinking of her,
she wasn’t amazed as she was going through the same
I know that’s a lot  sustain.

the first kiss made her smile and created
a blossom pink on her cheek,
and that my friends was a very unique movement
I thought of never doing any mistake
to ruin that smile off from her sweet face

and the never ending tale of my first kiss
will remain forever
 

                                          BY;-
                                          DIVYANSHU DEEP
                                          [CHENNAI  DAYS]

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