One fleeting moment

My mind was clouded For a moment my hopes were shrouded. It was as if spirits I consumed, Consumed my own spirit.

Demons Of The Past

I am running,passing endless train of lights on the ceiling . and passing people with different emotions

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Wings of a broken angel !

I once knew an angel a happy go luck one . Sweet charming hopping from one happiness to another one , just like a honey bee. Then I saw her again no more an angel like she used to be ... She changed. .... Her happiness was taken away ... Her wings were taken away ..

What we are!!

What is right what is wrong ... A question , a thought , a truth.. Whole world

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

A soulful of Death



I write down this for two people
Both of whom have different reason to inspire me .
Walking down the marine drive ,
I just couldn’t help wonder how Death is ,
What death is and why death is .

When i looked far into the sea
Staring right at that infinite black expanse ...
Is what death is ... infinite vast , black ,dark
Abyss.  ... is it all consuming darkness consuming forever.
Just no way out!

When i looked at shore .. i saw waves.
Hitting the shore with all the might
And then returning back , taking everything with them .
So is that what death is ?
It comes at times visible and at times not .
Hits you with all the might ,
break you and then take you back with itself.
Hardly a way out !!

Running down the alley i dashed into a wall...
And i thought is that what death is like..
Is it like the dark infinitely long and tall wall .
The impoundable mass of unknown ..
You will never see the other side until they let you in .
And then you just never come back.
Its the darkness its the finality its the unknown That define death ....

But then ..  “if death is just the break between the two acts on stage , would you finish first one quickly to comeback for second one , or just enjoy the first one “

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Sunday, August 29, 2010

Obituary For The Late Mr. Common Sense


'Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who
 
has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, 
 
since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He
 
will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
 

Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the

 
worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.
 

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more

 
than you can earn) and reliable strategies: adults, not children, are in
 
charge.
 
  
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but

 
overbearing regulations were set in place.  Reports of a 6-year-old boy 
 
charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended
 
from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for
 
reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
 
  
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the

 
job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly
 
children.  It declined even further when schools were required to get
 
parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student;
 
but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted
 
to have an abortion.

 
  
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses;

 
and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
 
  
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a

 
burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
 
  
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to

 
realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot.. She spilled a little in
 
her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
 
  
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his

 
wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.  He
 
is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now,
 
Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.
 
  
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.  If

 
you still remember him, pass this on.  If not, join the majority and do
  
nothing.


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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

My life is like a subway !!

Time is a little spec here
Coz years go by in seconds
or minutes take light years .


Buried way below, in the underground
is my life a subway of just sights and sound.
On a bench in the corner i sit down
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Looking at people crossing around.

Some just cross widout realising
Others stay here for eternity
Though lot of them come with an objective .
And depart when it is fulfilled.


Some one very important is leaving ,
A piece of subway on her departure she is taking .
For all i have learned are these few lines –
“one who has to leave ,will leave ,
Donot cling onto them,
Because look on the other side of the subway
There are the handful new waiting for you
To let em enter wid the beautiful sunshine behind em .”

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

TREASURES of life

To all the friends who made this life worth living and an entertaining journey all along.
 It's so hard to find the perfect breeze,
One blowing none too hard nor soft,
Carrying a scent of wild flowers,
And moving clouds about aloft.

It's so hard to find the perfect sky,
One blue and deep and bright,
Carrying a sense of openness
With geese and wrens in flight.

It's so hard to find the perfect night,
One cold, quiet and unflawed,
Carrying a mood of solitude,
And a closeness to our thoughts.

Yet no perfection's so hard to find
As that which you extend
And none I'll ever treasure more,
Than to simply be your friend.

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Belief

Forgive people ,
for they do not understand ,
what for us is easy to comprehend .

we derive our way from the ways of past
we believe because of what we have gone
through in  our past .

it has been our joys and sorrows
that keep us one even when we are apart .

they shall never gather the stream of our thoughts .
they will think that our brain is rotten crop .

but when the time of final judgement shall come
they shall see , experience , fight , approve
and believe in the truth .
the  truth which we had embraced long in the past.

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