Sitting in bed, sipping milk from my cereal, I speculate if what happened was factual,,
Am I still dreaming live or the show already collapsed and back I am making a show of my own.
While munching popcorns, that I forgot to share with my brother, I was contemplating of updates that would bring loads f critical comment, seriously critical, ones with detestation, loathe ones, but after I was blacked out, the thunder of the applaud is still ringing in the cubicles of my head and it carries me back to reality.
What I just saw was all a dream it said, and what all I perceived -real. No matter how intense things could be it was a figment in a figment, in another larger figment, in probably still more figments to join creating gosh a labyrinth with only one escape and dt of the predator. If I relate it to physics, all one theory (not to forget I love it from the cores) dreams as the movie talked of is running like our universe, probably like the present, this very moment, gift wrapped zillionth of times, I feel not so tired though after flaking it all, what to find Is an awakening. Well backing some time, I was talking of critical acclaims to welcome. Do u remember, harry potter enemies, people who hate his success thinking there is no substance in it, stupid fantasy. Huh, I say now, all it was not new, the idea wasn’t, may be hp wasn’t the inspiration, but if you chisel hearty credits for the idea, share some with jk rowling for flooding her books with stupendous powerful substance such as these. Anyway, of course critics are still welcome.
But sincerely speaking, give trickle of silence to the actors who poised a brilliant act, cheers to the director, the writer. The idea no matter I wanted to save for other discussion, the whole plot takes me to another level of direction for conversation. It makes my soul talk like future, and head go around in past, while I am still nothing, moving in the infinite space. And if you are still trying to figure out where is the present, I am disappointed that you tried!!!
Monday, July 19, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
s goes for a start
Its only but a beginning,
Where there is no need to spell start right
And think about those jubilant times
Antic as It may sound
One such place does exist
In the cores of peanut butter in your head
Ethics get older n so it changes time
From the bounds of hangover
And the drum roll of laughter
A pang of realization endows
Giving nothing but no clue
Right or wrong the way may be
It begins with a tsunami of play
The s mentions itself but far still the end
To name it all you need help
An indication of support comes from the roots
and hence ironic if avoided
I wish them all, I respect them due
Cannot understand what we must head to
At least it’s an open world
The power f freedom
The will to your own experience
In the middle somehow we reach
Just to find love despair n some altitudes
Himalayas enclose it all
N so does bricks in d head
Trick d anonymity n worth a mark
Close to end you might find it hard
Eyes tight shut n praying along
For all you conquered, for all that annihilate
Supper was served early
Dessert is left for the feast, argh! the beast
Risk it, live it, just believe it
Crossroads may confuse you now
Lottery tickets can be alluring
Come clasp the hands tight
N forget it all, cause the end never mattered
Damn! It’s all advised just for an amazing start
Where there is no need to spell start right
And think about those jubilant times
Antic as It may sound
One such place does exist
In the cores of peanut butter in your head
Ethics get older n so it changes time
From the bounds of hangover
And the drum roll of laughter
A pang of realization endows
Giving nothing but no clue
Right or wrong the way may be
It begins with a tsunami of play
The s mentions itself but far still the end
To name it all you need help
An indication of support comes from the roots
and hence ironic if avoided
I wish them all, I respect them due
Cannot understand what we must head to
At least it’s an open world
The power f freedom
The will to your own experience
In the middle somehow we reach
Just to find love despair n some altitudes
Himalayas enclose it all
N so does bricks in d head
Trick d anonymity n worth a mark
Close to end you might find it hard
Eyes tight shut n praying along
For all you conquered, for all that annihilate
Supper was served early
Dessert is left for the feast, argh! the beast
Risk it, live it, just believe it
Crossroads may confuse you now
Lottery tickets can be alluring
Come clasp the hands tight
N forget it all, cause the end never mattered
Damn! It’s all advised just for an amazing start
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
MASKED...!
Afterall, it’s the very hide-it-all attitude that carried him so far. From the times immemorial he has punctuated with people who never-ever shared his interests. He respected for old, loved the young, and smiled for his likes. But today a certain set of not so popular words caught his sight. It is a story, real and not so reel, of a young but old boy who caught in his confusion turned his life upside down until today. I hope you are reading still and might want to question about the use of so many contradictions and but(s). To give a clearer picture, lets move along his life.
Sitting near the edge of a weird triangular table, dawning 35 years old him sipped tea from his coffee. He had asked his wife to get him some coffee, never mind!, she excused herself with only tea available kind of something. Weird, hush, interesting triangular table sat cross legged mocking him loud in his face. It was another of those high priced, good for nothing goods he had made himself used to. His wife loved the society they habituated, and he loathed it with equal intensity. His emotions and words travelled parellel to his wife’s with the speed of light, no doubt one heading south and the other aiming north. But airing such wisp of notions was surely macabre of his debonair outlook.
When he was young he asked his mother once, whether he was born to lead or follow. “Not born, made!”, she inspired him to lead but with traditional permutations and combinations.
He wanted to attend theater, he was forced to operas. He liked kebabs, but managed with garden salad.
His mind turned into a small closet, with no private or public keys, just an inner hole that bore deep in his heart. He tried but failed to walk his mind.
And still, no appreciation. He looked up to every body’s need but him..!
I read in a book (hearty thanks to one of my co-writers here), “a man who lugs up the hill only to learn that its full of rocks”, surely makes an applauded entry here.
Tending to darkness his life, he was forced to tend only white. No matter what he thought, he followed the people’s word around. Weighed people’s opinion more than his own.
Last night, even his love for a child collapsed all virtual tents when his wife talked hours of family planning.
Standing up from the mist of yesterday’s fight, he remembered the need to dress. He picked up a newspaper on his way to busy his journey and continued walking. The rage already setting in. Probably he was made to settle with everything but his long desire of a child being washed with bitter detergent, filled him with rage. He read, “a 50 year old killed his wife on their 25th anniversary”.
The doors of metro opened and closed, but now those fraction of seconds meant a whole new thoughtful world.
He entered and smiled.
At last I thought, finally this can be his last session!
Narrating the last night’s incident, a courage fight, thanks to me. A mischievous smile comes to his face, “Doc”, he said. “ I am going to kill”. I got up from my chair, walked to the window, and suddenly I realized he talked of killing. My sudden turn, made him shift. Clearing my doubts, he told me, “he is going to kill what people think, what people think they know and what they think I am ought to make out of myself”. I was moved, that what I thought – a changed man, confident of his being. His cheeks glowed of his newly discovered confidence, my chest aired of proud. No more cockcrows, no more rancor; just a changed man, fully confident of his being! No more it was about the parenthood he wanted, no more it was about the unnecessary triangular tables, I was amazed how could just a short death of one’s deepest desire could actually change people’s lives and absolutely trigger the very thought I could not manage in six months. But finally, he was a new man dreaming high and ready to work for his dreams, and thats what I thought – a changed man, confident of his being!
I had seen so many patients and all proved the same thing, nothing more than a small incident coupled their life with emotions, desire, and the strength to fulfill these. My sessions were simply a back end driving force. He walked out, and before leaving asked me for a final appointment. He wished to narrate his new life as a life.
My excitement took a leap, as the time neared. He was standing on the door with a new self. He entered and took his seat, not the usual couch where he laid talking all about his life. He took a seat in front of my desk. “I watched three theatres in a row and got home late”, he said. He wrote his new project and left his job. Absolutely new, thats what I thought- a changed man, confident of his being. Not just this, he managed an outdoor late night party with his friends. And of course they too were amazed by his outward self. On and on he went about his stories full of life. Deep into the satisfaction of another cured patient, a changed man I thought, confident of his being, I realized that he suddenly shifted the course of his conversation. Huh? It involved me. Thats what I thought – a changed man, confident of his being, until this moment, when he had come down to my cabin for his last scheduled psychotherapy treatment- he said he has fallen for me. Alas! Still a followed man!
Sitting near the edge of a weird triangular table, dawning 35 years old him sipped tea from his coffee. He had asked his wife to get him some coffee, never mind!, she excused herself with only tea available kind of something. Weird, hush, interesting triangular table sat cross legged mocking him loud in his face. It was another of those high priced, good for nothing goods he had made himself used to. His wife loved the society they habituated, and he loathed it with equal intensity. His emotions and words travelled parellel to his wife’s with the speed of light, no doubt one heading south and the other aiming north. But airing such wisp of notions was surely macabre of his debonair outlook.
When he was young he asked his mother once, whether he was born to lead or follow. “Not born, made!”, she inspired him to lead but with traditional permutations and combinations.
He wanted to attend theater, he was forced to operas. He liked kebabs, but managed with garden salad.
His mind turned into a small closet, with no private or public keys, just an inner hole that bore deep in his heart. He tried but failed to walk his mind.
And still, no appreciation. He looked up to every body’s need but him..!
I read in a book (hearty thanks to one of my co-writers here), “a man who lugs up the hill only to learn that its full of rocks”, surely makes an applauded entry here.
Tending to darkness his life, he was forced to tend only white. No matter what he thought, he followed the people’s word around. Weighed people’s opinion more than his own.
Last night, even his love for a child collapsed all virtual tents when his wife talked hours of family planning.
Standing up from the mist of yesterday’s fight, he remembered the need to dress. He picked up a newspaper on his way to busy his journey and continued walking. The rage already setting in. Probably he was made to settle with everything but his long desire of a child being washed with bitter detergent, filled him with rage. He read, “a 50 year old killed his wife on their 25th anniversary”.
The doors of metro opened and closed, but now those fraction of seconds meant a whole new thoughtful world.
He entered and smiled.
At last I thought, finally this can be his last session!
Narrating the last night’s incident, a courage fight, thanks to me. A mischievous smile comes to his face, “Doc”, he said. “ I am going to kill”. I got up from my chair, walked to the window, and suddenly I realized he talked of killing. My sudden turn, made him shift. Clearing my doubts, he told me, “he is going to kill what people think, what people think they know and what they think I am ought to make out of myself”. I was moved, that what I thought – a changed man, confident of his being. His cheeks glowed of his newly discovered confidence, my chest aired of proud. No more cockcrows, no more rancor; just a changed man, fully confident of his being! No more it was about the parenthood he wanted, no more it was about the unnecessary triangular tables, I was amazed how could just a short death of one’s deepest desire could actually change people’s lives and absolutely trigger the very thought I could not manage in six months. But finally, he was a new man dreaming high and ready to work for his dreams, and thats what I thought – a changed man, confident of his being!
I had seen so many patients and all proved the same thing, nothing more than a small incident coupled their life with emotions, desire, and the strength to fulfill these. My sessions were simply a back end driving force. He walked out, and before leaving asked me for a final appointment. He wished to narrate his new life as a life.
My excitement took a leap, as the time neared. He was standing on the door with a new self. He entered and took his seat, not the usual couch where he laid talking all about his life. He took a seat in front of my desk. “I watched three theatres in a row and got home late”, he said. He wrote his new project and left his job. Absolutely new, thats what I thought- a changed man, confident of his being. Not just this, he managed an outdoor late night party with his friends. And of course they too were amazed by his outward self. On and on he went about his stories full of life. Deep into the satisfaction of another cured patient, a changed man I thought, confident of his being, I realized that he suddenly shifted the course of his conversation. Huh? It involved me. Thats what I thought – a changed man, confident of his being, until this moment, when he had come down to my cabin for his last scheduled psychotherapy treatment- he said he has fallen for me. Alas! Still a followed man!
Monday, March 9, 2009
closed
Past is all forgotten and unsaid,
Wounds are far healed and cared,
shadows no more, form around in circles
but a tear that trickles down can’t be etched
from the gallows of memories and wisp of efforts
when you break the hardest out and breathe
that tear melts down and happens to pass by
time and over again
from ages and long months gone
there is reminiscence of things that were
yet so real, yet so reel
I have lived so far and died quite few
looking out and in if you ask me so
solids melt but this wont
a mark not cleaned and so warm
tomorrow’s ocular and yet unknown
it must have been some black hole
that gravities by
washes me away to universe not seen
I will love again and yet I won’t
I am sad but happy as well
those tons of baggies undelivered
I’m walking on the destiny path
leaving my footprints and your marks apart
but here is the question I make
not to you but my own self
why do you walk those broken paths again
make me wonder and stand again
hair stand up and eyes blur out
eyes tear and ears fume alike
I’m not wrong and neither you were
what was the problem in the end
no wonder, no contemporary thoughts
no seldom looking for you in beaches
lastly no goodbyes, no blessings
just simple wish erase that you happened
Wounds are far healed and cared,
shadows no more, form around in circles
but a tear that trickles down can’t be etched
from the gallows of memories and wisp of efforts
when you break the hardest out and breathe
that tear melts down and happens to pass by
time and over again
from ages and long months gone
there is reminiscence of things that were
yet so real, yet so reel
I have lived so far and died quite few
looking out and in if you ask me so
solids melt but this wont
a mark not cleaned and so warm
tomorrow’s ocular and yet unknown
it must have been some black hole
that gravities by
washes me away to universe not seen
I will love again and yet I won’t
I am sad but happy as well
those tons of baggies undelivered
I’m walking on the destiny path
leaving my footprints and your marks apart
but here is the question I make
not to you but my own self
why do you walk those broken paths again
make me wonder and stand again
hair stand up and eyes blur out
eyes tear and ears fume alike
I’m not wrong and neither you were
what was the problem in the end
no wonder, no contemporary thoughts
no seldom looking for you in beaches
lastly no goodbyes, no blessings
just simple wish erase that you happened
abstract
It’s a tougher day, it’s a longer night
there are so many worldly frights
screwed up so am I,
so is whole of the world out
I want to scream out and freak more
shout at the top of my voice and your head
apologies I make apologies I break
anymore I wish I could take
leave me alone for some time atleast
im a free bird and a free soul
let me fly and feel the freedom
Freedom,,,,
there are so many worldly frights
screwed up so am I,
so is whole of the world out
I want to scream out and freak more
shout at the top of my voice and your head
apologies I make apologies I break
anymore I wish I could take
leave me alone for some time atleast
im a free bird and a free soul
let me fly and feel the freedom
Freedom,,,,
Sunday, March 8, 2009
demolition
a coffee in the bed
a fight for the said
things that are long done
until realisation of the shade
its a beautiful day
so will the life always remain
aomprehension is long dead
the light of room dim, upset
a hope for courage
a strength for life
breach the borders
and kill the incoherence
confusion still alive
sharp edges of road get indside
fright, bite and the dull night
seek the trust
kerfuffle and some dust
sounds the horn some ditance away
a hedphone rest in an ear
guard the walls
and look into the eyes
innocence cant bring you back right
heavy duty tax on actions
solace nowhere for wt so cooked
shackle me not, break me nowhere
take me some distant ..far away..
a fight for the said
things that are long done
until realisation of the shade
its a beautiful day
so will the life always remain
aomprehension is long dead
the light of room dim, upset
a hope for courage
a strength for life
breach the borders
and kill the incoherence
confusion still alive
sharp edges of road get indside
fright, bite and the dull night
seek the trust
kerfuffle and some dust
sounds the horn some ditance away
a hedphone rest in an ear
guard the walls
and look into the eyes
innocence cant bring you back right
heavy duty tax on actions
solace nowhere for wt so cooked
shackle me not, break me nowhere
take me some distant ..far away..
Friday, March 6, 2009
fight
a fight to dissolve,
a fight to believe,
a fight to dream,
a fight to expect,
a fight to seek,
a fight to ease,
a fight to care,
a fight to appreciate,
a fight to achieve,
a fight to make space,
a fight of this,
a fight of that,
a fight to fight more,
a fight to fight,
still something more to say..
a never ending prideful fight..
a fight to believe,
a fight to dream,
a fight to expect,
a fight to seek,
a fight to ease,
a fight to care,
a fight to appreciate,
a fight to achieve,
a fight to make space,
a fight of this,
a fight of that,
a fight to fight more,
a fight to fight,
still something more to say..
a never ending prideful fight..
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Pilai-smile
there was a flower named Pilai-smile
she smiled at every passer-by
her named evinced her most adored character
every pernicious soul resided in vicinity
to become pure, bathe in bliss, to live in fun,
and every season came kids
she was loved and so she continued with dignity
one day,
came the wild wind
but couldnot upbraid Pilai-Smile
she bent and graced wind with the same cute smile
wind passed by, delighted and shattered ego.
but today,
she is no more
some one plucked her for her beauty and his pleasure
we all wait, for one so pilai-smile
but'll she be safe again in this cruel and selfish world?
she smiled at every passer-by
her named evinced her most adored character
every pernicious soul resided in vicinity
to become pure, bathe in bliss, to live in fun,
and every season came kids
she was loved and so she continued with dignity
one day,
came the wild wind
but couldnot upbraid Pilai-Smile
she bent and graced wind with the same cute smile
wind passed by, delighted and shattered ego.
but today,
she is no more
some one plucked her for her beauty and his pleasure
we all wait, for one so pilai-smile
but'll she be safe again in this cruel and selfish world?
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
wait II
Every moment I close my eyes,
I see you vivid inside
you remain no different
and I glue to the sight
When my eyes are open, I don’t compel
it automatically happens
u are there in everything I see
a whirly picture of you fixes me
you hypnotize me
with your illusionary appearance
I search for you further
in every glitterance
I miss you when I enjoy
I constantly wish I had you here
I barely can look for a fake smile
My real happiness lies in being with you.
I see you vivid inside
you remain no different
and I glue to the sight
When my eyes are open, I don’t compel
it automatically happens
u are there in everything I see
a whirly picture of you fixes me
you hypnotize me
with your illusionary appearance
I search for you further
in every glitterance
I miss you when I enjoy
I constantly wish I had you here
I barely can look for a fake smile
My real happiness lies in being with you.
Gray
great truths and great lies
great are the stars that shine in the sky
night falls and comes the day
cruelty declines and falls no prey
good outnumbers the bad at last
so will it make me always say..?
be it good or bad in play
nothing i assume to be gray
be it longer or shorter ray
nothing i assume to be gray
wind blows and uproots the trees
no one could ever stop the breeze
finally the crossroads give me the way
nothing now that i pray
so will it make me always say..?
be its.......gray
great are the stars that shine in the sky
night falls and comes the day
cruelty declines and falls no prey
good outnumbers the bad at last
so will it make me always say..?
be it good or bad in play
nothing i assume to be gray
be it longer or shorter ray
nothing i assume to be gray
wind blows and uproots the trees
no one could ever stop the breeze
finally the crossroads give me the way
nothing now that i pray
so will it make me always say..?
be its.......gray
Monday, October 27, 2008
no name
sometimes I feel something's wrong inside
n I dunno where to say it all
then my trust shatters apart
when you play me like some game of dart
come here..
I have something I feel
listen so you may understand its real
distances will never easy it off
Life is no static its moving all along
neither a fairy tale anyday
so get up get up from your recluse
get into those spaces in my head
unheard, unseen, not said
take a look..
just turn around n see for yourself
Im waiting for you to open this book of me.
n I dunno where to say it all
then my trust shatters apart
when you play me like some game of dart
come here..
I have something I feel
listen so you may understand its real
distances will never easy it off
Life is no static its moving all along
neither a fairy tale anyday
so get up get up from your recluse
get into those spaces in my head
unheard, unseen, not said
take a look..
just turn around n see for yourself
Im waiting for you to open this book of me.
Friday, October 24, 2008
very short compositions
smell the beans of magic,
they offer fragrance of superposition
notice the beauty of intuition,
it stimulates the work of loads
feel the vibe of soul
it delivers the purity oh hearts
***
a black shadow, shadow without a spark, holding breath I wait amidth for thy selfishness,
I am aloof midst of the crossroad, pick and fly me away,
I'm not bad, its just that I cant say.
***
don't dim your spirit lamp when you
see the light fading. speak nothing
bad about things when they go
evil..don't stay helpless when situations go beyond reaches..
just smile and aim for the sky!
***
they offer fragrance of superposition
notice the beauty of intuition,
it stimulates the work of loads
feel the vibe of soul
it delivers the purity oh hearts
***
a black shadow, shadow without a spark, holding breath I wait amidth for thy selfishness,
I am aloof midst of the crossroad, pick and fly me away,
I'm not bad, its just that I cant say.
***
don't dim your spirit lamp when you
see the light fading. speak nothing
bad about things when they go
evil..don't stay helpless when situations go beyond reaches..
just smile and aim for the sky!
***
play of words..
akanksha, uss
ankush ki, jo mera
ansh ha, uss
andheke aishwarys ki, jo
aasman ke
anchal me chipe
aruna ki
annant chah mein
albela
alpviram ki khoj mein, mere
antar man mein
ankit ha.
akansha ek karuna bhare
astitva ki, jo kahin
achanak hi mere
apurn manas mein
abodh hai
akanksha,
akanksha ki nahi
akanksha se
alokit,
alok ki jisme
andhere ki
asha na ho
akanksha bas
asadhya ki,
aap mein se na nirmit
ashanti se pare
akanksha-akanksha ki...akanksha rahit!
ankush ki, jo mera
ansh ha, uss
andheke aishwarys ki, jo
aasman ke
anchal me chipe
aruna ki
annant chah mein
albela
alpviram ki khoj mein, mere
antar man mein
ankit ha.
akansha ek karuna bhare
astitva ki, jo kahin
achanak hi mere
apurn manas mein
abodh hai
akanksha,
akanksha ki nahi
akanksha se
alokit,
alok ki jisme
andhere ki
asha na ho
akanksha bas
asadhya ki,
aap mein se na nirmit
ashanti se pare
akanksha-akanksha ki...akanksha rahit!
possession
Race of mortals
make me least to compete
let me let go
of the things I once possessed
a feel of being with
the material world
Is that I was born with?
I live not to adhere,
inhabiting it,
but not be fixed.
I wish for things
which lose charm
in just change of face
I mourn over subjects
who are immortal in true self.
possessing everything
I wanna continue my life
but let that be
without being possessed.
make me least to compete
let me let go
of the things I once possessed
a feel of being with
the material world
Is that I was born with?
I live not to adhere,
inhabiting it,
but not be fixed.
I wish for things
which lose charm
in just change of face
I mourn over subjects
who are immortal in true self.
possessing everything
I wanna continue my life
but let that be
without being possessed.
Search
Days have flown for the nights unknown
high above the mountains I stood alone
holding myself I trespassed the trees
looking for that ultimate peace
soul is aware of your presence around
eyes search for you on the ground
no matter how mysterious it may seem
I rejoice with you in every dream
high above the mountains I stood alone
holding myself I trespassed the trees
looking for that ultimate peace
soul is aware of your presence around
eyes search for you on the ground
no matter how mysterious it may seem
I rejoice with you in every dream
Saturday, October 18, 2008
to hate..
I write a song for people I love to know
Its going to be you if you give me you,
Love me unconditionally and I will be right there next to you
I can give you anything for the love you give me,
thats how I am,
I crave for love in life,
no matter how much I already have,
but once you make me believe me strong
will love you more than you do
for no matter who you are, where are you from
Its time now or forever
I am strong enough
nothing's ever gonna change what then I feel.
A day turns, and nothing like I come to know you lost your love
but you never loved me, If your words were fake
my life at stake. my love was nothing, few words to keep in your case
I will hate you more than you can ever think
hate won't act against you but
will push you away
drain out all the love I ever had.
I know you no more,
who are you, it over and over again.
Its going to be you if you give me you,
Love me unconditionally and I will be right there next to you
I can give you anything for the love you give me,
thats how I am,
I crave for love in life,
no matter how much I already have,
but once you make me believe me strong
will love you more than you do
for no matter who you are, where are you from
Its time now or forever
I am strong enough
nothing's ever gonna change what then I feel.
A day turns, and nothing like I come to know you lost your love
but you never loved me, If your words were fake
my life at stake. my love was nothing, few words to keep in your case
I will hate you more than you can ever think
hate won't act against you but
will push you away
drain out all the love I ever had.
I know you no more,
who are you, it over and over again.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Stand alone..
The gush of thoughts inside me push me once again here to jot down n join the broken ends... when one surprisingly does something which actually shock him himself..then the effect is stupendous... talking of days when one needed everything and he had none to help..he found ways himself and people helped unconditionally in his quest... may they sometimes revolted to an extend that the scientist in him died but there were times when things were provided to him without any price... this lead human to develop more and more.....to an extend that he could not calm himself down but now when he has many things in his hand...and may be more around him...why is he greedy for others to labour...has he lost interest in doing things ...well...lets c how people and around check themselves before checking others.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
I start here..
there is a lesson on every step...We love people around us.... Night is a dream...but life is not any less... going around this world round and round...teaches everyone something or the other...its upon us to ponder on that fact....when you loose the platform where u can express yourself, its the right place to come and express whatever you want to say...coming back to the point from where I started ...I wanted everybody here to learn that I learned something today...No matter how much you can love people around you...things around you...but one can never expect them to be loved more than the offer of love...It not about life...Its about one's life...come on life is given once... and no matter what one needs to live it fully...not waste time by just sitting around day dreaming..how stupid of one to do that...Just think One life to enjoy and day dreams cannot fetch you anything..Its goods to do things which interest you but this does not mean u have to sit and just watch them happening them somewhere in the air...Life is not a balloon of thoughts....Its the train that one needs to catch .....My trail of thoughts shift me to the times when I myself used to enjoy doing absolutely nothing but what did i acquire from all that...loosing time and nothing else...Its just like sitting home with your leg broken and when u cannot do anything then u realize the proximity of the time when u could have stood up to things u always wished to do.... So ofcourse when i have learned from my experience I need to just not think again about loosing time pondering over the lost...Its time i did something fruitful....not nothing like standing up and running around because now I cannot due to this injury of mine...be careful from next time thats what i need to do now...lol..so many things I need to do now..phew...!
Sunday, August 17, 2008
to loneliness
Golden days, life was play
Pain was all a world away
Then life took a turn
I had to learn
And I can't go back again
Truths were true and lies were lies
I thought love would never die
But the world moved on
My illusion's gone
And I don't know whom to blame
I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up, it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I've got to take it on the other side
Many times Ive been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old
When nights were cold
I wandered without you
But those days I thought my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here
I close my eyes, and think of home
Another city goes by in the night
Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it 'til it's gone away
And my heart is lying there and will be 'til my
dying day
Why worry, there should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
Pain was all a world away
Then life took a turn
I had to learn
And I can't go back again
Truths were true and lies were lies
I thought love would never die
But the world moved on
My illusion's gone
And I don't know whom to blame
I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up, it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I've got to take it on the other side
Many times Ive been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old
When nights were cold
I wandered without you
But those days I thought my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here
I close my eyes, and think of home
Another city goes by in the night
Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it 'til it's gone away
And my heart is lying there and will be 'til my
dying day
Why worry, there should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
Monday, June 23, 2008
we existed
I don't crawl..
neither do I
pass by,
Im not
stationary..
still, I want to fly.
what's my
faith..
why's an intricate mystery,
showed the
path..
enlightened the slang history.
won the
battles..
and graduated over absolute peace,
settled no
less..
and yes, savers are we.
played being
chess..
today's the future I see.
speaking of
stories..
I fill my solitude waiting,
amid this black
night..
I'm shadow of a long forgotten hero!
neither do I
pass by,
Im not
stationary..
still, I want to fly.
what's my
faith..
why's an intricate mystery,
showed the
path..
enlightened the slang history.
won the
battles..
and graduated over absolute peace,
settled no
less..
and yes, savers are we.
played being
chess..
today's the future I see.
speaking of
stories..
I fill my solitude waiting,
amid this black
night..
I'm shadow of a long forgotten hero!
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