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the curves that we see on the brain seemed to me as if... God has ploughed our b
rains like how a farmer ploughs the fields.
God ploughed our minds and tokd us to sow good seeds in it. He gave us a choice
to sow what ever we wanted hoping that we would sow GOOD seeds in it.
But Man, as always, tends to get inclined towatds the BAD rather than GOOD.
Instead of sowing Love, Affection, Kindness, Helping Nature.... we sowed the see
ds that grow up quickly and wither awayin no time....
We have always wanted to harvest the crop that grow in less time...
May be that was the reason why humans are still unable to understand how Human M
ind works.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------there is nothing called WEAKNESS.... waht we think and call as our weakness is T
HE WEAKEST STRENGTH that resides inside us....
Never call it a weakness because if you think of it as a weakness, it ll indeed
become your weakness and will dominate your positive attitude.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You see yourself doing right then you ll do right....
----------------------------------------------------The world s not all abt sunshine and rainbows,
its a very mean and nasty place
and i dont care how tough you are,
it ll beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it..
You , me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life,
but its not about how hard you hit, its about how hard you can get hit and keep
moving,
how much you can take and keep moving forward.. Thats how winning is done
But if ya know what you are worth then go and get what you are worth..
But you gotta be willing to take the hits and not pointing fingers saying you
aint where you wanted to be because of him, her or anybody...
Cowards do that and its not YOU !!!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------What i see is not what it is ... Eyes trick me in to illusions that my mind can
't comprehend !
Clouded by my false imagination i dream; a point-less dream where the sound of
my voice diminishes in the voids that extend beyond my sight !
The strain that i feel but don't understand is so very dark... darker than the
nights i spend looking for the blue moon to dawn over my imaginations.
Silence dominating the cries of pain, with hope blossoming in the depths of my
broken heart...!
Even as i paint the beauty of this pain, i can still see through the darkness..
. a ray of light guiding me to the vistas of ........... ! ! !
Guarding the world all around from the lands where the Sun creeps in to
the Dark Worlds... To the lands where IT Dies down to start all over again....
I can listen for the FIRST time...after a long time... ever since my fir
st BREATHE...
The songs THEY sing... the melody in the NATURE...
The beauty of THEIR VOICE thats been forgotten for ages...
The VOICE that diminished among the Cries of Human Beings... Cries of WE
ALTH... GREED... PRIDE...
Diminished forever... in to the deep DARK SKIES... forever ... a silhoue
tte!!!
The satiny in the Pastures... bargained for things WE made and thought t
o dominate the very essence of NATURE...
How long has it been since our ears LISTENED... to the VOICE... ????
Its BEAUTIFUL to LISTEN ... Witness the VOICE to know who YOU are .....
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A boy or a gal? how ll the baby look like? what ll he become?
Train of questions ran in the little world of my mother.... My life be
gan with a series of questions....
My mother never knew that i was wicked from the time i was more than a b
eing...
in return to all her love for me, i made her cry even as i entered this
world... much wicked than i am...
Tearing my mothers womb apart, i took my very first breathe...
Aroma of atrocity seemed to be much better than the one inside my mother
's womb,
How i wish i stayed inside my mother forever, safe and secure !
I would not be this wicked.. i hope...
As i grew up, strong and handsome... Intelligent and well-known....
My wicked nature grew all along... Never noticed and brought to light...
I was not all alone, had the best company of my world...
The world with people who never care about their mother...
I was selfish, forsook my mother, went astray to live in the world i bui
lt for myself...
As i was passing by a lake, fresh and lively.... with all sunshine refle
cting on the waters as if the water was on fire.... bright and colorful,
Sort of feeling clouded my mind, warm and peaceful...
Felt like it took me in to some time of my past, i can barely remember i
t...
As i looked in to the waters, i could see myself... the still waters ref
lected me...
even before i enjoyed the beauty of watching myself, the creatures insid
e the waters.. terrified and panicked... swam in to the deep waters...
causing the still water to move...
what i saw lead to a question in my mind...
the disturbed waters reflected me.... rather i should say MY TRUE IMAGE.
..
The beauty that lasted for a minute turned out to be disfigured...
I wonder why the creatures were panicked by me...
If only they had not moved, it would have been a beautiful image of min
e that was reflected on the waters...
Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Aus
tralia. - Charles M. Schulz
Life is very similar to a boxing ring. Defeat is not declared, when u fall down.
It's declared, when U refuse to get up. - Muhammad Ali
"I'd be unbelievably wrong to say there isn't such a thing as the right place, r
ight time luck." - Charlize tells Oprah Winfrey
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Waiting has been like a warm breeze when i was out in the cold,
like an everlasting welcome to the depths of my desire,
an honest and pure desire ...
a desire that dives the very core of my thoughts and reasoning...
the destination that seeks no obscure vision...
a feeling in heart that no one else but i can feel...
the pain that the sole heart feels when left all alone...
when tears tend to vanish from their very existence...
the purpose of my thoughts never understood...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Distant Memories
As i unlock my treasure of memories, the very first thought that fills my faded
memory is YOU
Like the hymn echoing in the lonely mountains... Like a loud shout that can be h
eard even in the very depths of the Oceans... I hear your NAME
YOUR memoris are like tides that rise high on a FULL MOON, so high that they obs
cure my vision from seeing nothing but YOU...
Am flooded in the "Ocean of Memories" of YOU...
Soft and tender touch like the new born, like the first tear of my Soul, Like th
e Breeze from the North...
An everlasting Love ... A Memory... "A Distant Memory"
My thoughts tremble with fear to make a move...
The gravity of your memory draws me back to the time when "The Thought : I Wish
The Time Would Pause Right Now, As I Lie In Ya Arms"
Now that am Old and Weak, not strong enough to run behind ya like a stallion ...
Am weak... i cant even run behind YOUR memories... Old as i am, But always young
in My Love for YOU...
I fear not to leave this Memory,
I fear to think about the day you .............
I wish not to cry, I wish you wre here to see How Much I Love You...
I count every second and Even my prayers have changed " I Pray That Time Would
Pass Away Quickly, So That I May Die and Be With You Again "
I never knew that prayers would change with Time and Age...
Its may be because I am not what i used to be... May be because only half of me
is left behind in this vast and lonely world...
"Here i wait in this wilderness between nowhere and memory"
Between the time and the distant memory, wrapped up in my old world...
I wish i could sleep with this memory in my mind, just this memory... Nothing el
se...
I wish i could wake up when this memory takes me back in to time...
I wish... I just wish... As i lay down with YOUR memories dancing before my eyes
...
With the thought that YOU would be there when i come, dresse up like an "Angel"
with the most Beautiful smile ...
at I Am,
How i wish i can unleash my pain, From the mountain tops i would ahout to the wo
rlds above,
Grief sticken laughter conceals the faded face,
How i wish i can Live...
I would run, run faster to meet my future and embrace it,
When my past and pain is flooded in to the depths of my heart to be forgotten wi
th time,
Then i would write my first poetry of Freedom...
A call from my distant present i would sing my poetry, Freedom...
I would paint my life all by myself,
I would learn to live, feel that i am still Alive...
When dark skies don't seem to run away from Me,
When the most beautiful voice sings from deep within, which only its Master can
hear...
I would cry aloud to let go the burden, cry like a baby...
Hungry eyes will never go hungry again, Shattered dreams would no longer lie in
ruins ...
When the music i hear means something, When i can actually feel the life in Musi
c...
When i laugh all by myself, laugh till i cry...
When lips never straighten up, and when no reason would be a contributing factor
for my smile...
I would lay asleep on my bed and dream, wake up in a garden full of flowers with
sun shining on my head,
I would run on the green carpets till i grow tired of chasing Myself...
I would cry aloud to let go my grief, cry like a baby...
Then i would learn to cry without Tears,
When i no longer need rain to hide my tears,
I would fly far beyond the world,
When my dreams are anchored, firm and strong...
My eyes would see the world as i had imagined,
When i no longer need poetry to pen down my pain in words,
I would not watch my steps, i would run... Just run till i overrun My Barriers..
.
When my heart no longer hides from me, It would knock from inside to ensure that
i am listening to him...
Its then that my heart would fly like a bird, fly...
Then I would embrace myself and learn to Live...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Me...
Words dance on the pianos when the silence in th mountains sings a song,
emotions in tune swinging on the strings of the guitars,
when words from the heart are un heard by others,
like an orchestra deep inside the calm mind, dreams fill the hall of my soul,
the split of time seem to stretch from the heavens, long enough to feel the musi
c,
intruding the pain enthroned, the songs of silence pierce the shouts of cry,
the dark sky, when no longer hold back your presence,
senses rich and sensitive, feel the very presence of ME...
Far away from the world i see, deep inside the world i feel,
I swing between the two worlds, till the time accepts to make a deal,
How i wish both the worlds were the same, then never would i worry about the ima
ginations game,
Worlds has forgotten to Laugh and Cry,
What a pity thet it replaced them with Money and Pie,
feel the very presence of YOU in every inch of Life,
Thats the principle we were told to follow when we fell from the Heavens,
principles are forgotten, and rules are made,
I swing between the two worlds till my hair turns Grey...
After all, the swing ll break one day when the chords grow weird,
But let me tell you something World, I'd have found the Lost Principle by breaki
ng your rules,
As i lay deep inside your heart, forgotten and rotten... But still...
My memories will swing between the worlds till the Time Accepts my deal...
Oh! What a wonder it ll be when the time no longer make me wait,
The principles i found will be the rules i follow...
Thats when i feel the very presence of ME...
------------------------------------------'If music be the food of love, play o
Forget what hurt you in your past, but never forget what it taught you....
certain things capture your eyes but pursue only those things that capture your
heart
You can never be free of their criticism until you no longer seek their praise..
.
Every day brings a choice: to practice stress or to practice peace....
Before you speak, let your words pass through three gates....
At the first gate, ask yourself, Is it true?
At the second ask, Is it necessary?
At the third gate ask Is it kind? .....
-------------------------------------------------Journey of Ages...
As the day hides behind the shadows of time,
the world seem to have stopped the run...
When the music of the uncaring world vanishes in the silence of the dark nights.
..
when the beauty of The Night Queen s no longer admired...
Achning spine shouts in a low voice to rest...
In response... the old and aged lips make a promising smile...
As i lay down on the empty streets... where civilized humans never gaze...
not firghtened by the fear of loosing the property i own...
as i lay down on the dark nights when the beauty of The Night Queen s no longer
admired...
my eyes lids fall in love with each other... the little light i see slowly fades
away...
the long roads of life that have bought me here seem to run further...
As i lay and sleep...
i hear a voice from deep with in...
Plough the oceans of misery for a little while to harvest the pain...
Till the sweat from ya brow runs hand in hand with your tears...
running down your eyes, as if marking a boundary mark on ya dirt filled face...
I failed and was hurt... i cried and laughed... She enjoyed every moment spent w
ith me.
When i won.. she smiled and said.. i always knew it...
When i was alone.. It was her thoughts that surrounded me....
Like an angel ... as they say.. Every child has a Guardian Angel to protect em..
. Yea.. i found mine :)
My Love for Her is like an ocean... Deep... Never ending... Mysterious :)
Love Ya Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa :)
Dedicate to THE MOST INNOCENT AND BEAUTIFUL SOUL IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE :)
Mrs. Vimala Solomon
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Nobody's Property...
Riches... Money... Luxury... Finally Happiness :)
Family... Love...Relationships... Finally Happiness :)
For most of YOU who are reading this, yea... that's how YOU define happiness...
For me ?
Well, I am not so good at describing things i haven't experienced like most of
YOU people do !
I am not a poet, nor experienced, nor am well versed to define happiness...
But let me define it... at least try to define it...
Hunger... Sharing... Little Food... A Good night sleep under a bridge... Finally
Happiness :)
Slums... Poverty... Adjustments... and not to forget, BIG GANG of People who are
similar to ME... Finally Happiness :)
As i write this to YOU, i just want you to have a look at ME when you pass by ME
,
Now YOU might be wondering where YOU can find ME...
I dont have a beautiful home like YOU, a beautiful soul whom people call MOM,
Neither do i have brothers and sisters who share my blood,
Nor a Father who can fill my pocket with a penny without looking down at me, rat
her with lots of Love...
YOU cry, here they are, many hands extend to wipe the tears off YOUR face...
A nice and friendly circle to play with,
Toys that move as YOU want them to...
A complete YOU... Family, Friends, Love, Money, and Finally Happiness...
Owned by someone...!
Have YOU ever given a thought about someone who has got nothing YOU have ? The s
imilarity between YOU and ME is that, the time bore both of us...
But the fate carried me to the worlds that YOU never saw nor can imagine...
For me, the most beautiful soul is any woman who takes time to at least look at
my dirt filled face...
My brothers and sisters are those who hold my muddy hands and share the little t
hey have...
My father is anyone who throws a penny at my face... unlike YOURS...
I cry, loud... till the heavens listen to my pain but not all times do i find ha
nds being extended to wipe MY tears...
MY pain is MINE alone... Infact, i don't cry anymore as AM running out of tears
:)
MY gang is a big one too, but unlike YOURS... I hope YOU are smarter than ME to
We have slept long enough that we still stagger and stumble as we walk and live
in this Lie...
The Love and Relationship that we have established with it has drawn us close to
the Lie, to its deceitful charm...
Embracing the Lies we live, a life that has trampled the Reality !
Life is a Lie built on the Foundations of Reality...
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Barred Behind the Locked Doors !!!
Standing between the no where and a closed door,
Will the pen of the mysetrious poet be able to sing the poetry,
The doors seems to stay locked till the virtue of heart vanishes into the dark,
Why does the song always sounds sad,
Words hide as they see the musician on the go,
Feeble faith hangs loose, down to hit the wicked ground,
The beauty disappears with time,
Somwhere deep with in the music echoes,
Dancing on my guitars, jumpoing across the steel lies,
Unseen beauty, disguised in pain,
A low pitched voice that says HANG ON !!!
The fading echoes of dreams, all set to leave the never ending sleep,
Who has locked the doors, barred behid the prisons of hope,
The beautiful world of the poet lays barren,
At the verge of endurance he stands,
Never to look back at the historic moments of hie self,
Insane or esoteric... The poetry crumbles as the song starts dancing on my guita
rs...
A loud cry and a never ending rivers of tears,
Veiled by the beautiful rains from heavens would be what he wishes for,
Running after a smile that slips like quicksilver,
Trying to compose the experiences and pain in to a beautiful song,
Scribbling down the words as they start flowing abundantly from the insane mind,
The
For
...
For
For
None to stand by the side to understand the untold story inside is when the true
friend shows up, thats YOU
As you lay asleep but the dreams once the naked eye dreamnt no longer tend to ll
ok as beautiful is when they make their way out, transparent and calm as they mo
ve
Questions hit the shore of the inner world trying to destroy the answers being s
ought is when the fight begins to conquer the kingdom inside, like a cold war
Insane are the dreams and hope when quoted by the neverseen face of the self is
when the true YOU begin to speak
Dripping waters can be heard as clearly as the drum and the chord is when the se
lf finds a new world with in
Shared smile trun to darken from with in is when the world is confined
Lone sail on the oceans of the new world seem to be quiet and promising is when
you find the true company, YOU and ART
Standing on the new grounds looking at the dawn of the new life is when the new
story is painted
Like the music being composed out of the solidity chosen from the crowded past i
s when the drag seem to vanish
Wings tend to grow little by little as the age falls in love with time is when t
he air seems to welcome the new flight to asunder the opinions
Rend the thoughts shouts the soul is when the poetry seems to lay its first sigh
t on the inner world
No wonder the innocent souls seem to laught at the depth of the poetry is when t
he glory of the art is lifted to heavens !
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Life is a road that leads to a destiny called success
Failure is that sign board on the road where we decide whether to take a diversi
on and choose another path
Or leap beyond the board to experience what lies on the other side.
People who don't fear failure try to leap while those ordinary people tend to ta
ke a U turn to change their path.
The equation is Life = Failure + Success, if one hasn't experienced any o these,
he hasn't felt the true beauty of life...
Those who fail to understand the equation fail to understand the beauty of the a
bilty to hold these opposite forces together to form the Life Force...
-------------------------Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are
the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.
- Barack Obama
We loved with a love that was more than love.
? Edgar Allan Poe
--------------Our greatest enemies, the ones we must fight most often, are within. - Thomas Pain
e
--------------------------The Chinese use two brush strokes to write the word 'crisis.' One brush stroke st
ands for danger; the other for opportunity. In a crisis, be aware of the danger-but recognize the opportunity. ~John F. Kenned
--------------------------what u seek is seeking u - rumi
---------------------------
d !
May Government make this a bait to lure the voters and make their next move,
If only she had the intention to forgive em, let that be so...
Else, a death penalty is the right JUSTICE !
--------------------------------------------------------------Waiting for success is like a woman carrying a baby, awaiting to see the beautif
ul gift she s blessed with.
Knowing that its all not so easy and the path will be full of struggles and sacr
ifices, she chooses to go right through it.
She waits for months, imagining things about the the final gift. Sometimes, duri
ng pain, she endures and nullifies it thinking about the blessing awaiting on th
e other side.
She thanks God for everything that He has done. She waits till the end!
Successful is the woman who endures the pain till the end and frucctufies...
I see the other woman, endures pain and waits. At a certain point, she asks God,
" I can't wait any longer and bear this burden. Let me embrace my blessing righ
t away. "
God says, " Woman, you have waited for so long, endure the pain for jus a couple
of more months than you will embrace the blessing bestowed up on you in the rig
ht form. "
Stubborn as humans are, she says, " No! i am prepared to meet my blessing right
away. "
As wished, God grants her what she wants and the result is... " Pain and Tears!
"
An unhealthy blessing, strugggling to maintain its existence, causing more pain
than earlier.
Patience and Success are the two treasures that are hidden on the opposite sides
of the world of struggle. One doesn't exist without the other. Haste and loss o
f faith can only result in a premature results,
that might give an instant relief and happiness but not the satisfaction desired
from the beginning.
-----------------------------------------------------------------The Moon....
Like a feather, light and free... I wish the burden will flee...
Flying with the wind i wanna be free... This rock that obscures my vision is so
mighty...
The gamble that time plays can never be won...
What land awaits the other side of this ocean of thoughts? What ships can take
me there?
Like a ship abandoned in the storms, tossing on the tides that rise high to the
skies...
A bright and full moon is what i see as i lay on the waves of memories...
What is this cloud that s so thick and dark in nature ? Why is the moon hiding b
ehind the dark shadows of the thin light...
The breeze... So relieving yet so cold... This dual feeling is so intense that i
t hlds the past and the future together...
While the present seems to wither, like a chord... Till it is broken apart...
Why is the Moon hiding behind the shadows... The ship sails all the way to the l
and that looks like a mirage on the deserts...
A silhouette ? Have i lost sight or is it that i am still too far ?
Is it a tear or the rain? Feel cold as if i was dead...
I realize that its rain... Or is it that the Moon is crying ?
What a sober day... Solitude singing all the way...
Has the time paused? Or is the ocean so big that i can't comprehend the situatio
n?
Running out of ink, i see this poet... In my dreams...
The best poetry yet to come but the fact that the gamble might not be won irks t
he flow of the pen...
A fullmoon eclipsed mid way even before the beauty was admired...
What is this cloud so dark and thick?
I can hear myself when i abondon my speech... Or is it the Moon thats talking to
me?
Wish the pain was like an anchor... One could throw it off to stop this ship of
fate and get rid of it..
Swim all the way till the mirage turns in to a reality...
Till the cloud is past and the Moon is full again...
A heart as light as a feather... The blue oceans, warm and welcoming...
No rain of tears but the smiles that find their way through the rocks of obscuri
ty..
A breeze that embraces the words flowing out of the abandoned speech...
Time that sings a lullaby to the stressed heart...
To sleep till everythig is forgotten...
Guding all the way to the land on the other side...
Where i can see and admire the beauty of the Night Queen...
No more dark clouds but just me and the words...
I wish i could hit the shore soon... Anchor this ship... abandon everything to e
mbrace the beauty on the other side...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Its the soul of one slef that will remain when the shadows leave the source,
Bloodline or the bond born of time can share the path, its an un ending speculat
ion though,
As long as the Love for one self doesn't glimmer,
The path chosen will be bright and clear,
A vacant glare at one's capability by the slef can lower the amount honor and pr
ide one holds deep with in,
Succession of thoughts that appear after the result of an action, when incline t
owards the dark side can consume the bright fire that burns deep inside,
Failures are the treausres in the quest for an ultimate satisfaction, when under
stood by the feeble faith can turn in to the source of energy,
The energy so strong, that can lighten the I and We...
Falling from the highest skies is the root of learning the flight believes the K
ing of Skies,
But once mastered, there is no ending to the conquering of the heavens...
Embrace the beautiful YOU, the true YOU within,
No matter a defeat or a victory, Its always YOU that will hold and lift YOU...
Reach for the hands that extend from the world that lies with in,
Even the failure will look like an honor, a dignified way of expressing the fact
that YOU are unique !!!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The first time i opened my eyes to the fading light to see the new world...
Abreast someone... The aura i remember when i was just a seed...
I can sense and feel the same blood and fragrance all around...
Pain ! and a warm smile ! May be the humans are blessed with this gift of mainta
ining the balance...
A sigh of relief and the touch of Love...
the family...
Where the Green, Red and White retain their true meaning and essence...
Blood, not falsifying the truth but speaks of an eternal bond...
Where the God seeks no sacrifice but Love from the garndners...
Where peace flies in the blue skies... and Freedom dancing like a fawn...
Innocence finding a way to reach maturity and act like one... Never to vanish ev
en before it blossoms...
The World i see is an eternal garden...
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Smile finds no reason to feel ashamed of running naked on face...
Where my soul finds its home... To rest and live the rest of the life...
Freedom stands bold and free... No more venture but a peaceful journey...
Bare foot find no nails in the path ... They just RUN...
Where the blues of the ocean and skies seem to be in harmoy...
Winds sing as they wake up the woods...
Where i breathe the air from heavens... Purest in its form...
No longer does the crafted glass and stone apper to amuse the artificial brain..
.
Where the beauty of the rocks cut from the above is magnified...
Sapphire from the Sun finds its way through the clouds dyed in white...
Like an ART... painted in the VIBGYOR... The plateau is a canvas !
No more sounds of the coins not the bills...
Running right in to the arms of LOVE... The Nature !
Like the streams of waters gushing out of the pots unseen...
Where all laws vanish and religions disappear...
Minds connected to hearts and souls in a chain...
Like a necklace mount with the best of the stones...
Where insanity meets innocence emracing the beauty of childish heart...
Fingers dancing on the strings... To the music of the Woods...
In the heart of the mother i sleep... Embraced and Loved... For eternity...
---------------------------------------------------------archimedes
Give me but one firm spot on which to stand,
and I will move the earth
Sanity is the box that people create to make them feel "normal"; however, the in
telligent ones know that there should never be a box and that there is no sanity
. -L , Death Note
---------------------------------------------------------Many beauties are in the eye of the beholder.
Others are beautiful in the eyes of all.
A few people are both.
-L
Being able to laugh at yourself is not only a distinct trait but also a powerful
ability.
--L
"Try to keep [a rational] mindset; it's a core component of any great personalit
y."
~ O
---------------------------------------------Somewhere in the core of the forest of my mind there concieves the mother, an e
motion.
Crying all the day long, squirming in the blood... Abandoned and forgotten...
Whether someone leaves or remains is trivial as long as the very purpose remains
intact...
-------------------------------------------------------------------The Soul of a man is a Sword...
Blunt and shapeless, awaiting a target and a purpose
So long as it remains like a mass of iron, its not valued
As it burns in the Golden Flames enduring all pain where its tears vanish even b
efore they reach the Earths
Tears that no more will appear in the journey that awaits,
It attains the new long awaited form that defines its value,
The flame engulfed on its body appears as if the flame itself is its true form;
makes the Sword heartless,
When the Blue Waters dance as they consume the heat from the body make IT even s
tronger,
Rising smoke and the sound of pain that echoes for a moment is the final speech
of the Sword,
The wind, as it passes by the Sword erases the remaining traces of the Flame and
the pain resulting from it,
Mass of Iron, strongest by nature but with out form, once ridiculed because of i
ts very existence,
When decides to burn in the Flames evolves in to a ruthless entity,
As the Sword swings, it cuts through the wind,
The waters can't stand in its way, be its tender and beauty no longer amuse the
shallow being,
When the Sword knows its true meaning and purpose, neither does the Earths stand
in its position
Nor does the very Flames, The Sword when tastes the essence of its true meaning,
cuts through the Time itself...
A Sword, a self-less being when tastes the pain becomes sharp and wild,
It knows nothing but to cut through things that come along its way until it reac
hes the Very Heart, the target to be cut...
Un possessed by Love and Hatred or a Smile and Tear,
A Sword is born in to this world alone, so does it leave at the end,
The Soul of a man is a Sword burning in the blue Flames, meditating and enduring
the pain to evolve in to a prime sword...
The Phoenix resides in the very existence of the man, its His Soul, The Sword!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The itenarary
Sure footed with Honest Pride that Humbles the heart before The World
Standing on the groundless Luck, like a quick sand
Two eyes that eagerly search the four winds along the scattered directions
A sole Journey of The Ages...
Hands that try to form a chain that breaks most often when the skies grow dark
An unknown dream that flies away with the heights achieved
The bruises that remind of the tough times and failures
Burning desire that corrupts the flow of thoughts
A slap in the dream that awakens the dead soul
A Rose in a funeral that reminds of The Red Carpet upon which the feet once danc
ed
Changing minds and seasons signify no permanent existence in the nature
People met on the journey that depart at various stops, never to meet again and
some remain as memories
Laughter that hides tears, Hugs that hide farewell, Love that hides The True Wor
ld itself
Silent prayers that run in tears, in the lonely Worlds
Tears of joy that flood the burdened hearts wrecking the ships of pain
Shoulders that stand by the side along the wilderness, forming a line of Trust
Little eyes that dream huge things
Honest heart that always looks at the bright side of the Earth
Open Palms in to Fists, Fists in to Open Palms that strengthen the shacky being
Words spoken to One self when no eyes exist to engage
Unnamed smiles finding their way when the silence conquers the crowded mind
Stubborn mind that knows not when to let go
A kite that brings joy, flying high in the Blues cut by the winds, gone forever
in a moment
Promises that hold the tears from running berserk
Crippled fate that laughs at the staggering luck
A rare meet with nemesis,
Silent shouts echoing in the never ending woods vanishing at a far end
Chords of Blood entertaining the crying kid
Hope that slides between fingers like the wind, never seen but sought the most
The Crown snatched along with the Jewel, Pride
A smile at the end of the lips that challenges the very destiny itself
A shout from the distant past, to stand up and run...!
The Journey of Ages is an ocean of waters from all over the Worlds... Some bring
bitter taste while some satisfy the thirst...!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of herself. She is not to
be judged by any external standard of resemblance. She is a veil, rather than a
mirror."
-- from "Intentions" (1891).
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Knowing both victory and defeat, running away and shedding tears...
Thats how men grow up
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I ve heard similar threats from a number of poor fools whose memories I keep alive
by dancing on their tombstones!
InuYasha
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------My body is carnivorous but my mind is a vegetarian
I am born out of Mud, digested by the Mud in no time
Steering the boat of Life in the oceans of fate
To the known destiny of the unknown worlds...
Letting the faith navigate the thoughts
Into the depths of the Oceans !!!
Carved with Bones to straighten the crooked flesh
To look like a being forged into a human...
But was it a mistake not to place bones inside the brains
To straighten the crooked thoughts?
A selfless heart with a selfish desires in eyes...
A symbol of cross on the heart when
Sometimes bowing my head low to the
Chanting mantras infront of the the
I AM a soul wandering in the lonely
And THE ONE who created them !!!
(OvO)
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------On the edge of this lonely street stands light of my soul,
With the intense look in the shallow eyes
When the shouts meet the eternal silence of time...
Knowing that the souls connected through the breathe
Will stand in silence when the rains pour out from the source if my dreams...
A rudimentary smile built on the thoughts escaping
From the trap set up by the mind carrying the thoughts hanging from the past...
Hands of this clock will stop at this point
When the dreams find a new master to be with...
While the time chases the hands of other clocks...
Is when the little world will be flooded by the silent memories
Of the known and unknown...
To be lowered into the home dedicated when the very existence was not formed
A whisper of good words dancing to the whispers of foul memories
The flies gathered at the flesh will fly... Never to appear again !!!
Mystic heart will fall in love with void
Is when the poetry will no more be heard... nor conceived ...
Inner agony of the Blood of my blood will make its presence felt
Even when the day light brings joy the the beggar on the streets
Knowing that this act too will be over soon...
When the time will manipulate the memories...
the light of my soul disappears in the words of poetry !!!
----------------------------------------------------------------------The Death!
An unbidden guest stealing the joy
Sometimes approached to dispel the spell of suffering
A taboo if the conscience falls in love with it,
But considered a blessing sometimes...
A dead end to the flow of thoughts
Or is it a vista of the other side?
Wrapping up the history of the past
and treasured under the earths to become one with the soils,
An end pointing towards an unknown beginning !!!
Carrying the burden of the past to ease the soul...
Like a vagabond lurking in the unknown streets,
I have no one and no where to go...
Neither a friend to share my joy with
Nor a lover to share my love with !!!
As lonely as the moon in the Night lit with no stars,
As cold as the breeze in the Norths...
Christened by the mother unknown,
I carry the burden of bringing sadness to the cheerful souls...
The curse of tears is my companion,
Like a long forgotten dream of the past,
I steal the joy of the present...
Embodied with in the Light,
I am the Dark side of The Birth !!!
-- The Owl (OvO)
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Living in the thoughts of self praise, thinking their foolishness is the twin br
other of their intelligence...
I can SEE, FEEL,HEAR,SENSE things that most of the world cant...
I write what i see in you...
what i feel from you...
What i hear from you...
What i sense as time passes by...
I AM YOU...
The one who can read between the lines i write....
Can hear the skies as they roar but find the message they want to pass...
Cries when some one suffers knowing that they never belong to us...
Whose PRIDE never falls in LOVE with ARROGANCE...
who can see the ART and relate it to EMOTIONS...
Whose ANGER is as pure as HIS WORDS and HEART...
Selfless being finding perfection in its imperfections...
Somewhere among the millions YOU live,
I AM YOU...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A long never ending road... Alone or with the right person hanging around...
No computers, no ac, no targets, no alerts!!!
Just the roads and me... In to the Wild !!!
No family, no friends, no rules, nothing to stop and pull behind...
Its just a new journey, new people... Complete strangers !!!
Hills or waters, green or brown, sunny or in snow...
Just the roads and ME :)
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The shadow of time...
Has anyone ever witnessed the beauty of the shadows of time?
A beautiful art painted in colours undefined...
As if meant to hide a secret revelation from The One above...
Or is it my insane mind that sees colours in a pitch black art?
The crowds... They are all the same, see nothing but green, an artificial green
art
Painted with faces of time left behind as a keepsake...
The shadow encompassing the entirety but unacknowledged
Disinterested to the Man He sees, busy running behind the winds unseen...
Trying to decipher what He sees... what He hears when the shadow of time wraps H
im,
To embrace my breathe, to vanish into the shadows of the past !!!
A shadow painted in the shades of Black,
Known only to the unknown poet...
Has anyone ever admired the beauty of the shadows of time?
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The largest democratic with over 1.2 billion people
Repository of various cultures, religions, civilizations and knowledge !
One big event where money is rained down to atract the attention while it could
have been used for development...
The price of a VOTE !!! Let me define it for YOU !
A commodity which can be bought for a hundred or a thousand rupees
Or else exchanged with a saree or gold !
Consideredd to be powerful than Nuke, on papers though! While
in reality, its nothing more than a little energy spent to press a button to nom
inate
a fellow Indian, who has been promising to develop his area or the entire countr
y
and still trying to figure out how to achieve it.
The biggest event where money is rained down just to WIN, ELECTION !
An event where a government of the people, for the people and by the people is f
ormed, on papers though!
And the practical definition?
A bunch of people of a religion supporting a specific party that supports that r
eligion. A crowd that believes in statements such as,
1000 rupees wil be distributed to each of the un-employed Indian youth while kno
wing that it around 13%
of Indian youth are unemployed...
Where the Politicians promise loan waiver for farmers rather than providing them
with seed for free of cost or lower price
Where politicians promise a double bed room flat for youth rather than showing e
mployment
A mega event where ink on the finger has a different purpose and meaning than it
s supposed to be...
Where caste, money and exploiting bunch of FOOLISH INDIANS
and forming the so called Government, of people whose names can be found in the
archives of Police Station
but are smart enough to drive the crowds crazy with their speech !
9 years ago what was promosed remains un settled and what is being promised now
(which in reality is impossible to achieve) will remain on papers and news even
after 5 more years!
A mega event where Logic finds no place to showcase itself while fake promises a
nd dual facet statements
to provoke religious lunatics and mindless literates to gather crowd to support
a self proclaimed leader
with media's powerful statements emphasizing on the possibility of CHANGE with a
VOTE knowing that
the nominated leader is corrupt !!!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Man's heart is like an ocean,
calm and beautiful from outside,
hiding the mystique within...
The deeper someone dives,
trying to reach the floor,
the more lost they will find themselves...
Contained by the endless thoughts,
spread across the worlds built within
to reach the horizons undefined
Having the ability to be a source of life,
And the ability to conceive destruction in an instant,
With constant struggles within
maintaining calm from outside !!!
As if possessed by the Fallen,
and sometimes by the Chosen One
Unconditional, unpredictable like the ocean on a full moon!!!
The man is the most mysterious creature ever created!!!
-- (OvO)
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------If you could give form to Happiness what wpuld itbe like?
IT might look something like a glass... Becoz, though you dont normally notice i
t, ts definatley there
The proof is, you just have to change your point of view slightly and
then that glass will reflect light.. Nothing else argues for its own existance m
ore eloquently
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------We need a reason to LIVE
A reason to DIE...
In between these two lies a flow of thoughts
Flowing in and out of the What people call LIFE !!!
When the flow is disturbed, We take a new path
Sometimes defined as Dilemma and sometimes a Foolishness
Or sometimes a Miracle !!!
What does HE see standing at the brink of this flow
Is going to decide If the others are going to remember HIM
Irrespective of his presence!!!
Or remain a memeory engraved in thin air...
Ready to dispaper with the flow!
A Reason strog enough to wage a war inside His Kingdom
To conquer The Darkness, To Rule !!!
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To some, having the engineering degree is a representation of status
And many think engineering is all about beer, girls, partying and tours
Define a true engineer?
Pride in his eyes and have this special lobe in the lump of meat in his head, ca
lled "DROID"CREATIVITY
with the eye disease coined as "I"VISION
And the ability to make the impossible, possible. While the common man wonders s
ays WOW,
He says, YEAH... TIME FOR SOME DRINKS! We INVENTED SOMETHING NEW!
For whom its not just another degree... but A DREAM
What ever we are today, all the luxuries, comforts and what not.... Literally ev
erything is directly or indirectly related to ENGINEERING.
I am AN ENGINEER and i feel proud to be ONE...
To all my fellow folks out there who feel the same way i do, TRUE ENGINEERS...
Celebrate The Engineers Day :)
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Programmable matter....
Its hard its raining... As they say, the circuits are malfunctioning and the eng
ineer is all drunk
The laboratories are locked and the key is missing... Invention? Well, what to i
nvent? And how?
Mid youth computer lover madness wanting the nuke amidst the flowers
Scour the rudiments and connect the dots conceived by vision
May be a programmable matter or a highly reactive bot will appear at the end
How to fix the mind when it falls in love with technology?
When the madness reaches the core but the doors are locked...
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Beauty colourless like water,
Streams of fresh water gushing from the heavens
Sometimes as bright as the summer sun
Sometimes as dark as the new moon
This sweet aroma of success that left my worlds
When i divorced my attitude and fell in love with solitude
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Who Am I?
A blessing or a curse born out of Love or Pain.
for someone, a blessing while for the other a cause of misery!
A wandering soul embraced by the Love of the Woman?
Searching for the true purpose, dancing with Time and Age
As i grow strong both in flesh and thoughts,
Breaking the bonds that tie me up!
Seeking freedom like an Eagle, piercing the holy heavens
To Fly high! To reach you!
Again a wandering soul bound to fall for something or someone?
Not anymore! For the bonds are like the chords!
Tighten them up too much, they snap once and forever!
FOr this souls thirsts for freedom!
A pure breathe, the pure light and the pure darkness!
Knocking on the doors of every possibility
that leads to the serene temples where the answers lurk!
Like a monk who has divorced the world for Nirvana...
Who Am I?
A king once,
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As lonely as a rose in teh desert
Enjoying the heat by the day and the freezing air in the night
Falling in love with the stars and the dark skies as the migrate
Waiting to wither away for the Gardens look green no more...
Writing what the heart says and thinks
Waiting for it to Bloom once into a desert Rose
Before the beauty is forgotten, covered beneath the sands of time
For the times are cruel, like the desert wind!
Who knows when the wind will blow off the little light
Will the blood paint the white rose in Red?
For the mind seeks what will bring and the journey to an end
Where the Words and teh poet rest for eternity!
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Sleeping Sun
Bones resting beneath the greens singing the songs of the past,
When the sleeping sun ignites the mountain of thoughts!
Who s it dancing on the old broken guitar
The demon?
Like a beautiful black rainbow holding the two ends of this journey!
Watching it dance to the holy tunes, the breathe falls in love with the air!
The shadows of my hands trying to reach the dark skies,
What are they after? The Moon? Sneaking like the spies into the dark heavens!
For when the hands of the clock make love, the worlds above and below swith thei
r roles,
Is when the souls of the past see the unseen light!
Is when my demons gather. Ask am I alone? With all those demons both good and ba
d playing to the tunes of the cold winds dancing on the dark red wine!
The poetry igniting my way on this broken bridge,
With no light within! Is the other side going to be another dark garden? Who kno
ws what the sleeping sun has planned!
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A being s well defined when He tries to get stronger both at heart and thought b
ecause He s got something important to protect...
On this journey, if the purpose itself is lost, the precious things no longer re
main the same yet the being strives to pursue
the purpose...
If for some reason the precious things were to transform in to such an entity th
at the very existence
of whose thoughts disrupt the purpose,
The being should no longer continue with the same path... Rather, being selfish
for a while can disclose the truth
and clear the path...
Not always does the precious things remain the same till the end as they were at
the beginning...
As long as at least one thing remains, the being has a room to become stronger..
.
Whether someone leaves or remains is trivial as long as the very purpose remains
intact...!!!