Emi GS

HAPPY BIRTHDAY THORN...

:wizard: Happy Birth Day Suvitar... :wizard:

Don't stress over it. Just let it flow through your ideas & thoughts and free your mind from other things. You will get it fine...

You can call me Emi, like everyone... They are both really Lovely Poems...

Congratulations Cole...

Oh!!! Poor Guy... But lovely Poem... You are so lucky that he is waiting for you after all your addictions...

This is a great poem. I too agree with Ashi as well as Ben... And of all, I really experienced what you have written in this poem. Same but little rain and watching through windows and feeling about missing it already...

:wizard: Many More Happy Returns Of The Day Buddy... :wizard:

How the hell I missed the chance to wish him first, God!!! I am supposed to be the best fan of his. Its ok! I am not too late either. Thank You Lisa for starting this thread. And now... Many Many Many Many Many Many Many Many Many Many Many Many Many Many Many Many More Happy Returns of the Day My Dear Comsie... Love You so much... I hope All Happiness for You in the World...

Fruity Laaddu(My own Recipe guys...) Ingredients 1 cup - Milk 1/2 tea spoon - Custard Powder(just for little flavor) 1 small bowl - Vermicelli 1 bowl - Mixed Fruits(whatever you like) 4 slices - Bred Sugar: You can add sugar according to your wish Ghee: According to the process Cooking Process Step 1: Boil the Milk. Add sugar and custard powder and keep stirring until all the contents mixed well. And don't let milk get thick and creamy we need it in liquid shape. Step 2: Mean while chop all the fruits you like into small pieces. Slightly fry vermicelli adding little ghee(or you can use olive oil if you like) until they turn little brown. Apply ghee two sides of bred and fry it on a pan until they turn brown. Step 3: Take one slice of bred and put 1 spoonful of mixed fruits in it, as well as some vermicelli. Cover it with another bred slice. and care fully mould it,using little water(with fingers), until it shaped into a round. And that's called as 'Laaddu'. Take a laadu into a small serving bowls and add milk mix(it need to be some what warm) into the bowl with spoons until the laaddu absorbs all milk. Let some milk mix in bowl so that we can take with laadu. After it comes to room temperature place them in a fridge for half an hour. You can add some vanilla cream and dry fruits(chopped) before you eat yummy "Fruity Laaddu".

Soooo f***ed up with the busy life. I think I should try these two...

Many More Happy Returns of the Day Carlos...

Last but not Least!!! Happy Birthday Ratz...

A challenge been accepted by me to confess about what I am afraid of most in my life. Tim2, here you got yourself Omar Khayyum Style Rubaiyat. I'm afraid that I might be die alone. Out in the world, love is like a war zone. All they want is payoff, but not amour. Yet the love-light, for me, that never shown.

April 9 After all these days I took my first picture and the nature around me forced to write this Haiku. You Can Check on that picture here... Green, blues, colors; blossom as spring brings another world. So, first click been shot.

April 8 I thought I couldn't write today. Its been an emotional burden to write this. But I don't want to be out of this NaPoWriMo, because of some failed love. I am going to miss you Shaan. Saying goodbye is not that easy. It gives you no choice, and snatch all the chances of you. Saying goodbye is not that easy. It needs lots of courage, and lessen the strength of you. Saying good is not that easy. It takes away your loved ones, and show that how people think of you. Sa

April 7 After a long time I logged in on GA and the first line I had seen is 'I love to write', and this poem came to me. I love to watch, I love try, I love to play along with wise guy. I love to cook, I love to eat, I love to dine along with his treat. I love to walk, I love to ride, I love to fly along with glide. I love to write, I love to sing, I love to dance along with zing.

April 6 Ok, finally I get to write my favorite poetic form 'Monoku'. And today I worked hard and got paid the result. See what happened. Soaking wet in sweat drive up the wall when spring play the role of summer.

April 5 When I am talking about language, everyone will definitely going to say I am giving you a Hindi poem now. As well as I am dedicating this to my online friend Shaan. And here I am challenging you guys to rewrite this poem in English. If anyone taking this challenge PM me first. And there is simple rule, you can't just copy and paste from Google Translation. Now enjoy the poem. Phoolon sey dhoor khushbu bhi na faile. Hawa sey dhoor baadhal bhi na chupe. Dhoop sey dhoor chaam bhi

April 4 Today I met someone, that made me think like this. You will never know the feeling of mercy, until you met the one that forgiven you. You will never know the feeling of sad, until you met the one that betrayed you. You will never know the feeling of depress, until you met the one that blamed you. You will never know the feeling of hurt, until you met the one that left you.

April 3 A fight between my folks and me. It would never be fair. Not from me and not from them. But war is war, and everything's fair. My misty eyes, that spark so bright. My silent cries, They never win the fight. The feeling of insecure, made my anger shout aloud. Thenceforth, believing in me unsure. I am getting cold, so better be in shroud.

April 2 OK today I was busy with an exam for a job I applied. It is natural to be nervous. But I acted so different, looking at myself I thought 'Who is this guy?'. And generally looking at myself I get the chance to write a Tanka on myself. Yeah, my nature's looked different; so is this Tanka. Silence turned clamor, blathering became brilliance, demure gone shameless. A ride back on April's night, my emotions flux so high.

April 1 Here comes the thought of birthdays on April's first day, the Fools Day. So this poem came to me just like that. And what's so funny is it’s my Dad's birthday too. And I warn you this is definitely not related to my dad. It’s not the way, I would never say. But the fools day, is someone's birthday. I know it’s a weird thing, all those thoughts my mind bring. Oh no! What a poor offspring. Just say 'Happy Birthday' to Fools King.

April's poems on everyday. And they resembles situations in my life...

Now I added it to my 'read immediately when you can!' list. God this April's been a full pack for me and I'll be working out to get out of its tensions by reading this and of course writing poetry, whenever I can...