tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81340173394861401712024-03-13T08:01:59.873-07:00Outcries Of A Frustrated MindAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134017339486140171.post-25561311102430119712012-03-22T06:21:00.004-07:002012-03-22T07:06:28.054-07:00Blessed are the forgetful or are they?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Ever since the first time that I watched the move 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind' I have always wondered how life would be if 'Lacuna Inc' really existed. Initially I thought that it would be great. All those heartbroken, troubled souls of the would finally find some solace. I personally would have a long list of people, incidences to be wiped out of my memory. There would have been no such thing called 'moving on' or 'getting over someone' or for that matter even depressions, mental-breakdowns and all those things that we generally face when going through difficulties. Being a closet hippie, the thought made me really happy just for a moment thinking that this would be one way that peace may actually prevail. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">But being a human after all made me think that there is a flipside to everything. What would the flipside to an idea as amazing as this one?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Well, then I thought that there would be innumerable drawbacks of a concept such as this. Life would be painless. There would be no difficulties. Yeah I know, it all sounds so perfect. But then again, man becomes what he is through life experiences. It is a loss of a person that teaches us to value people in our lives. It is heartbreak that lets us feel what love is. Its those difficult times in our life that teach us to value what we have. If we take the struggle and despair out of human life then I don't think there would be anything truly left to live for. Everything would be momentary. Happiness, sorrow, struggle, achievements, almost everything that makes and breaks us. And we all know how worthless momentary things are! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">And as always, I tried to relate all this to my life, our world and everything around and I realised that's its not a bad thing to suffer after all! Its a sandpaper effect. All things bad just polish us and make us shine brighter and make us emerge as the diamond thats initially nothing but coal. So yeah, the moral of all this gibberish is that I have changed my perspective towards my life. I ain't looking for any 'Lacuna Inc.' and I definitely ain't a coward. I am going to face all that comes my way and come out of it shining as bright as I can.</span></div>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.com0Mumbai, Maharashtra, India19.0759837 72.877655918.835877699999998 72.5617989 19.3160897 73.193512899999988tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134017339486140171.post-27411574962608826322011-04-24T04:36:00.000-07:002012-03-22T07:07:16.883-07:00Freedom<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The wind has changed its direction. The sky looks gloomier, dark clouds encompass your vision. The touch of the cold wind however brightens the soul like never before. The icy cold rain water quenches the thirst for a change, the ever needed change for the wanderer. The shiver down the spine doesn't stop one from welcoming the sense of 'freedom'.<br />
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Freedom doesn't mean you need an escape. It doesn't mean you need to numb your senses to feel it and it definitely doesn't mean that you need to drown reality. You don't need a different landscape or a different people or a different geography. All you need is to think change, think boundless and think freedom.<br />
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The dark clouds, the pouring rain and the scathing cold wind give me the sense of freedom. When I face the sky and feel the harsh touch of the rain drops on my face, I can't resist the urge to close my eyes and say to myself; "Isn't this the beauty of freedom." It is such a moment when you realize that you feel freedom, you are too lost for words to define it or describe it. The beauty is to enjoy that moment without trying to analyze it. It is all about savoring; savoring the freedom that you feel in that moment.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134017339486140171.post-21845301284585506532010-11-05T06:23:00.000-07:002010-11-05T07:00:20.214-07:00Keep me in your heart for a while<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiHsAadBJ6iQVyRhojh3J7TruPoL6KThyPSj3gyKFW3Ddsb4p9Z8EHjAKLP6n-6-V3POFid3ohMlpIiu9Y-HyDzVpv8cFZZFFjXJcydG8adOikv3l3mRbPx-uffSxDnq3rTwwzqujEnKRk/s1600/800px-Two_left_hands_forming_a_heart_shape.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiHsAadBJ6iQVyRhojh3J7TruPoL6KThyPSj3gyKFW3Ddsb4p9Z8EHjAKLP6n-6-V3POFid3ohMlpIiu9Y-HyDzVpv8cFZZFFjXJcydG8adOikv3l3mRbPx-uffSxDnq3rTwwzqujEnKRk/s320/800px-Two_left_hands_forming_a_heart_shape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536064605504050850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >No, this is not written for anyone specifically. It's just something that came to my mind while listening to the song named 'Keep me in your heart' by Warren Zevon. <br /><br />Open your eyes to a new dawn<br />After a dark night there is always a new morn.<br />Look at your angelic face, it breaks my heart to even wake you up now.<br />I think I'll just leave, tip toe my way out of here.<br />Oh honey, it does tear me apart to leave you this way,<br />But I have my own new dawn to take care of. <br />Yes this is the end.<br />I have miles to go and can't take you along.<br />No you don't need my hand anymore.<br />Just like me, you too have places to go.<br />I am taking with me our whispers by the pillows,<br />Our kisses and tears.<br />Remember that day under the tree,<br />When you held me as my lips trembled while we kissed.<br />Yes I am taking with me the memories too.<br />There is just a small wish.<br />Keep some of my memories with you too.<br />Let me go with a smile. <br />And keep me in your heart for a while. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134017339486140171.post-55703025347044743682010-05-31T15:07:00.000-07:002010-05-31T16:30:42.667-07:00Blindfolded Destiny<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DhG_pdsOqTYNECGptKZBnaNM16-4mVUZXYzYaOFxE1B-uo8WvAmkMZM7XtznRsy6YZhwkEqFjVzSJHY_JKcn-p9ni-UdHXsu8HfcfCuKGQYtN0X1QmxXOOUpgg_buspbPAfzqu_ZC9DE/s1600/Copyrighted_Image_Reuse_Prohibited_682880.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DhG_pdsOqTYNECGptKZBnaNM16-4mVUZXYzYaOFxE1B-uo8WvAmkMZM7XtznRsy6YZhwkEqFjVzSJHY_JKcn-p9ni-UdHXsu8HfcfCuKGQYtN0X1QmxXOOUpgg_buspbPAfzqu_ZC9DE/s320/Copyrighted_Image_Reuse_Prohibited_682880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477579522408083330" border="0" /></a><br />"Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash.<br />Oh baby with your pretty face... Drop a tear in my wineglass.<br />Look at those big eyes. See what you mean to me..<br />Sweet-cakes and milkshakes.. I'm a delusion angel..I'm a fantasy parade.<br />I want you to know what I think. Don't want you to guess anymore.<br />You have no idea where I came from. We have no idea where we're going.<br />Lodged in life.. Like branches in a river Flowing downstream...Caught in the current.<br />I carry you. You'll carry me. That's how it could be.<br />Don't you know me? Don't you know me by now? "<br /><br />This is my favorite quote from the movie Before Sunrise. If one looks at it, it might mean a little something to someone or it might be profound for another. For me, its the latter. This quote has a lot of meaning and relevance to my life. I think these few sentences would add up to almost everything that I believe in life. Those few people who know me and understand me, would know exactly why I say so. I have always been a person who lives in the present than the future. To me life is to be lived to the fullest, not by planning for that one thing and living it then, but living it now. Live it now and live it the best. Accept it the way it is. Look at the beauty of this moment. This moment might just slip away from your hands like sand before you even realize what you had. Take this moment now. Mould it into something spectacular. Why wait for those expected few moments and make sure that you remember them? Instead just let go. You might make the most ordinary moment special without even knowing that you are doing so. That will be the moment which will take you by surprise and will get traced in your memory forever. One more quote which explains this perfectly is the one from the movie Fight Club. "This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. "<br /><br />Live, laugh and love. Love with all that you have. Do not hold back. If you love someone, you may or may not be loved back. Do not expect anything in return. Do not expect anyone and everyone to understand you and your thoughts. This was an important one. I wouldn't have realized the gravity of this thought until today and until some time back. What I understood today is that one might love a person, but to really love someone, you have to learn to love that person's flaws. Quite a lot of times I feel, why think of a future with a person when you have a beautiful present at your hand at this moment? I somehow feel that, it is the thought of a future with another person that ruins the best of loving relationships. When you think of a future, you start expecting a certain kind of behavior from the other person and when that person fails to behave so, you feel wronged. Instead why not just flow in the river of time, lodged like the the branches flowing downstream. Yes, just like those branches. They are entwined just like two lovers lost in each others' eyes with arms locked together. They are flowing down the stream of time. Neither one knows where they are headed to. I'll carry you and you'll carry me. Lets just be. Be in this moment. Lets love passionately as if there is no tomorrow. Why care about attaining and achieving that perfect future, when the present moment is in our hands?<br /><br />I want to live free, passionately and in this moment. I want to love. Love, that binding and yet free kind of love. I want to create that special moment with you right now. Who knows what lies in the future? If at all we separate, I will have the best of your memories with me forever. Sometimes it is better to live the present with one another beautifully, and when you wave goodbye, you know you didn't ruin the charm and beauty of that love by adding the burden of expectations or holding on to it for too long. I think you will know me soon or maybe never. Any which ways, I will love you, without expecting you to understand me. Just love me back today, intimately and passionately. I do not know about tomorrow...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134017339486140171.post-51276590291642301112010-05-30T08:23:00.000-07:002010-05-30T08:31:16.423-07:00Jaded ♥ 's<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6zUAYKzcIKC2DHcMDJYmujYSjsWUY7thbMf4tXSwvnfe-irKT1-ZMQm5hp3TyVpyyTFbIcCCmWEiOww0wPkz7BXUgZVhXpsVb_akA5SRtwrdfgHDTyEaZUqWeOr1m4XQJF87zYstdvCvU/s1600/28355_122277767804514_100000668754018_165184_6205893_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6zUAYKzcIKC2DHcMDJYmujYSjsWUY7thbMf4tXSwvnfe-irKT1-ZMQm5hp3TyVpyyTFbIcCCmWEiOww0wPkz7BXUgZVhXpsVb_akA5SRtwrdfgHDTyEaZUqWeOr1m4XQJF87zYstdvCvU/s320/28355_122277767804514_100000668754018_165184_6205893_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477085653374355090" border="0" /></a><br />Note: This post is not written by me. It is written by my beloved friend Drishty Tanwar (the frizzy haired dodo, that's her) for me. I love you :)<br /><br />All the twisted friends inside my head keep me sane.<br />The cynicism of my thought sickens me.<br />To the bone.<br />And I ignite with the fire that burns down the mask I'd rather wear to get through my days.<br />And I scream with the silence of a thousand broken smiles - take me away from here.<br />I weave dreams of the life I'd rather be living with the bitterness of all that could've been.<br />I find my happiness in the smallest, the silliest things that probably don't exist, but in my head they're so potent.<br />I startle pedestrians, I scare little children, I shock old people, I am an unbelievable version of me.. so amazing, I'm almost real.<br />I laugh till my stomach hurts at my own notions of life, love and learning.<br />I'm complacent, but I care.<br />I'm stubborn, but I grow.<br />I'm selfish, but I love unconditionally.<br />I'm obsessed, but I let go.<br />I'm free, but I'm grounded.<br />I'm alone, but not lonely.<br />I'm bitter, but I don't waste my time on hate.<br />I'm wronged, but I hope.<br />I'm weak, but I'm determined.<br />I'm flawed, but I'm rational.<br />*my life, my problem.*<br />don't judge me, correct me.<br />don't pity me, accept me.<br />don't leave me, let me.<br />don't hate me 'cuz I'm not special...'cuz darlin', neither are you :]Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134017339486140171.post-34097301564460503332010-05-28T03:41:00.000-07:002010-05-28T04:19:04.455-07:00Hopeless Dreams<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFu6tYYTMPjcAOBz_f1HTwrJ4IDDPWB0jA9tYO8L4ecTX4cvOw3NxBrqVrmfShxysoLr_lTm7M5wT7W03LTI97FF4uAFD6pbvJxcNJ1u5EoPZTUXyqE6w1_pjRFS7TWHxEMqHlyNuAPu8/s1600/dreams.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFu6tYYTMPjcAOBz_f1HTwrJ4IDDPWB0jA9tYO8L4ecTX4cvOw3NxBrqVrmfShxysoLr_lTm7M5wT7W03LTI97FF4uAFD6pbvJxcNJ1u5EoPZTUXyqE6w1_pjRFS7TWHxEMqHlyNuAPu8/s320/dreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476278621026002194" border="0" /></a><br />Some say you should accept whatever you are born with. Some say with things, people and even on your own, you can make a change. We all know how difficult that is. Things are just things. They might give you temporary happiness. One can try and change what he or she is born with, but that takes immense effort and pain. I always chose to change things on my own, make my own path and to find my own happiness. But what happens when you meet someone who wants to help you in your endeavour. What then? I say beware of such people. These are the people who think they know you well. They think they understand you well. They promise you zillion things. They promise you happiness and moreover the worst thing they do is they make you dream once again. I say once again because I had stopped dreaming. Especially about certain things such as love, family and a life different than what I have. I had prepared myself to live life alone and independent. I knew my course of life. I knew I could live alone without a loving family or people whom I can call family. I had made sure I think of achievable and realistic goals. I never wanted a lavish life or a very high goal. I have a very practical reason behind it. Once you have money, property and everything else, you feel the need to have people around you and if you don't get those kind of people around you then all that you earned and achieved stops making sense. Hence, I rather chose a comfortable small house and a well paying, satisfactory job as my goal. I never dreamed that some one would love me a lot and that I would have a happy life and future with that person. I don't like to dream such things. It is just not realistic. Love and family are two things which I was never destined to get in life. And hence I continued believing so until that one person came into my life.<br />DREAMS. Take it from me, dreams are the worst thing humans thought of. He asked me to let go of the wall around me. He taught me to dream again. He gave me HOPE, another deceiving word. What we women don't understand is that men just pretend to understand us. In reality they can't make head or tail of what we say and do. And if that woman is me, then it gets all the more complicated. I am not a predictable person and I am impulsive and on the side of crazy. One definitely has to put in a lot of effort to completely understand me. So yes, this person believed that he understood me well and needless to say, he was wrong. Just one crazy whim of mine and he was blown off.<br />Now what happened to all those promises? What happened to those DREAMS?<br />It all goes down the drain. Now that person probably has nothing much to lose as such, but he taught me to dream and to dwell hopes. Now how do I go back to my old self? How do I stop dreaming? I don't know how and when I will be successful in being what I was before meeting him. I think only time can tell.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134017339486140171.post-53255903797372854962010-05-16T23:04:00.000-07:002010-05-16T23:37:38.800-07:00Masks, Faces and People<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmpq9DuRh5s4abOsgnifZ33iOABTs01uQ71dNnhsZn6wcFDHsB-YkiyO4S3Anq7PpgXZIi6-f9EGyQdHft4HkfQmf_t2sZ9AvAS5rW3DUtfI57S5hEKxLpFba8TcuNHyiXPHJfKjxdDVa/s1600/Art-masquerade-woman+with+mask.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmpq9DuRh5s4abOsgnifZ33iOABTs01uQ71dNnhsZn6wcFDHsB-YkiyO4S3Anq7PpgXZIi6-f9EGyQdHft4HkfQmf_t2sZ9AvAS5rW3DUtfI57S5hEKxLpFba8TcuNHyiXPHJfKjxdDVa/s320/Art-masquerade-woman+with+mask.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472124372485927234" border="0" /></a><br />I can see masks every where. Faces behind masks..people behind faces. Pretensions all around make me wonder what the truth is. Too many similar masks and too many similar faces. Brown eyes everywhere..light brown, hazel brown, dark brown. The unmistakable fragrance. Is it really you or its just my mind playing up again? I have cocooned myself in my small little world. I sometimes wonder why. Is it because I am someone like this or was it you who made me so? I meet people everyday everywhere. Some are familiar faces and some are familiar masks. Some are a novelty and some are just a chore. There are some which stand apart. It is always these people that intrigue me. They are like this enormous jigsaw puzzle and by the time I fit in the last few pieces..it somehow gets scattered and then again its an unsolved jigsaw puzzle. Is it that I fail to put in the last few pieces or do these puzzles keep on changing. I think, the latter must be true. After all, these are people and people do change. What strikes as funny to me is how rapidly masks change to faces..faces to people and then people to masks again. Its like an unending vicious circle.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134017339486140171.post-73039499439894464072009-04-11T22:00:00.000-07:002009-04-11T22:28:33.654-07:00The Day of Reckoning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBAmP6FjqwLTLbpfktP2FkC564xb0gHk_X_P0BASV-zGnP5RT1NY5edxgdUqoFGgBCmMXK3bwPIOxMvP3e3Ajvu_SM3f_6uXNFdH5ZDwnfsEBq8jWjk-MJ6nHbQHGhzVYrWlZ7PFg5Cpn/s1600-h/nuclear_explosion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBAmP6FjqwLTLbpfktP2FkC564xb0gHk_X_P0BASV-zGnP5RT1NY5edxgdUqoFGgBCmMXK3bwPIOxMvP3e3Ajvu_SM3f_6uXNFdH5ZDwnfsEBq8jWjk-MJ6nHbQHGhzVYrWlZ7PFg5Cpn/s320/nuclear_explosion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323671134357530098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Tick, tick and ticking away...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I can hear it everywhere</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">In my bedroom and even in the dark alleys</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">And it won't stop now.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">It ain't slow and steady</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Its like a bomb ticking fast and frantically...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">It has a life and a voice of its own,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Which cries aloud in despair.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">It sobs sitting in a corner inside me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Wondering why they don't care.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I can see it coming</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">With a speed of lightning.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The day will come soon enough,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">When I will have to see it crumbling.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">That day, the doomsday of my soul,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">To bits and pieces it will explode.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The day when I pay the final price.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">It'll leave nothing but ashes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">And then you may talk to me</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Staring deep into my hollow eyes...</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134017339486140171.post-91784106741699722572009-04-02T16:11:00.000-07:002009-04-03T00:39:15.266-07:00The Ocean Storm<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bwnbAX7ZOK8l07A9TnyxsJJmHLUV3SX4u6_b0XpzgzkmVz4rukSWKSuswUCf-9_w_vhgdA-8WWQvSthCTpGZHqfc5pqPLlQV6Oqyeif7Yn905mKq52A50cKFjllPtEGE_Xy8tP-__7DS/s1600-h/Ocean-8c5n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bwnbAX7ZOK8l07A9TnyxsJJmHLUV3SX4u6_b0XpzgzkmVz4rukSWKSuswUCf-9_w_vhgdA-8WWQvSthCTpGZHqfc5pqPLlQV6Oqyeif7Yn905mKq52A50cKFjllPtEGE_Xy8tP-__7DS/s320/Ocean-8c5n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320246654697175170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The ocean meets the shore on a stormy day.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I lay behind and let it sweep me by,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Letting the waves take me in their stride,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">In the surrender I take pride.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I let them take me down the whirlpool of pleasure.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I wait in crazy anticipation.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I am warned as I look into those intense eyes,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">But I give in without hesitation.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I feel the wind go wild.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I awake from a scary haze.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">It rains, it pours for days and days....</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I am lost in the intimate intricacy.....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">As I turn from gray to green,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I feel the land shift away from beneath.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I lay there drenched, not believing the feat.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Again wind is breeze and the ocean is serene.</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134017339486140171.post-73922823399773081282009-03-31T08:06:00.000-07:002009-04-03T00:39:58.699-07:00Dreams Lost In Oblivion....<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">He lies there along with others like himself</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTokY1e7AqFm-bh6kfpR41Q5rnLy7ekqlJXMEDot1bo40FirLIyIE_mH1DespjpxUNV4W4VzZ7YE7HQHoEJvPsTY_6l_e9paUmTzrcXuCA6i1jHXX51QHlLxdNBZpLP2RdroRqdW0nHDzL/s1600-h/hry1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTokY1e7AqFm-bh6kfpR41Q5rnLy7ekqlJXMEDot1bo40FirLIyIE_mH1DespjpxUNV4W4VzZ7YE7HQHoEJvPsTY_6l_e9paUmTzrcXuCA6i1jHXX51QHlLxdNBZpLP2RdroRqdW0nHDzL/s320/hry1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319413638160583010" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Lies in that shady place and forcibly calls it 'home'</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Abandoned by his own blood and welcomed by strangers</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">He still wonders, what went wrong sitting there alone</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">He stares into his empty life with his weakened and blurred vision</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Trying to search for his dreams lost in oblivion....</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Just a kid of nine he stands there all day</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Amidst the noise of people, buses and cars</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Just to earn the few pennies to have his bread and butter</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">He hopes that one day he won't beg and would stand amongst the stars</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">He still continues singing at the signals with meticulous precision</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Trying to search for his dreams lost in oblivion....</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivuipS4XDm5Dg83DI2YKsm92aImw-C_BKN_QcNLeuLmQ_7rjIhkH1pRSHZf48wUdALqpidxwdSGWKI0ZUPg-9tPLZlRN_JH20gytUcNdzvwmRyqtcHdxp6u3JMtOcozEgLkp_Elg7GAXTP/s1600-h/cry_3939-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivuipS4XDm5Dg83DI2YKsm92aImw-C_BKN_QcNLeuLmQ_7rjIhkH1pRSHZf48wUdALqpidxwdSGWKI0ZUPg-9tPLZlRN_JH20gytUcNdzvwmRyqtcHdxp6u3JMtOcozEgLkp_Elg7GAXTP/s320/cry_3939-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319415465182330034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">He left her for the nation on their wedding night much to her dismay</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">She goes through all the possible newspapers everyday</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">She watches the news on the television hoping he would return one day</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">But she doesn't know that he lies dead across enemy lines</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">She still wonders how her married life would be when he returns</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Trying to search for her dreams lost in oblivion....</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">I think of them and feel grateful that</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">I have never felt what they endure day by day</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">I don't live on dead hopes nor on distant dreams</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">I have gathered the courage to stand up for my decisions</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">So that my dreams don't get lost in oblivion....</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8M4XjxEgad8TlH8jX0JJvnaSmx1a5d_nREgz0em3Cgppf_kH69j5MmiDFjzurWZUXKVxgVLkWtlF9Jeks_782pmdLsscFolC2MfbS54wiQrjRUtzJh_DsnrXmDkEGqIyD5y09y51cHbFD/s1600-h/china-little-child-beggar-01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8M4XjxEgad8TlH8jX0JJvnaSmx1a5d_nREgz0em3Cgppf_kH69j5MmiDFjzurWZUXKVxgVLkWtlF9Jeks_782pmdLsscFolC2MfbS54wiQrjRUtzJh_DsnrXmDkEGqIyD5y09y51cHbFD/s320/china-little-child-beggar-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319415094268690466" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134017339486140171.post-71668518242413122552009-03-29T13:07:00.000-07:002009-04-03T00:41:27.166-07:00The Wilted Flower<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpBc6CSIEha1eS1ZzPMbsFB5sLUQ9Tfzuf-b5Gx_8Kj1S1rrAtHMK9j-TTYzDUob9_1mlDtl2x6smw8Z_7OOejXwv8SwI82jhriFZqkfm5Z5rLD7ny4KBktdw-Nn8stsvUjGfeJHOWcr4M/s1600-h/2112784375_aff08e0589.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpBc6CSIEha1eS1ZzPMbsFB5sLUQ9Tfzuf-b5Gx_8Kj1S1rrAtHMK9j-TTYzDUob9_1mlDtl2x6smw8Z_7OOejXwv8SwI82jhriFZqkfm5Z5rLD7ny4KBktdw-Nn8stsvUjGfeJHOWcr4M/s320/2112784375_aff08e0589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318708971254333906" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I know there is no one in there<br />But still I hear the cries<br />I feel the pain<br />As I feel something inside me die<br /><br />The cries grow bitter and louder<br />I can feel that someone's pain inside me too<br />I cringe and I embrace myself tight<br />I cry aloud and say 'Oh god! What did I do?'<br /><br />The pain flows through me<br />I just lay there devastated and helpless<br />The ordeal lasts for hours<br />I curse myself and accuse myself of being heartless<br /><br />Slowly the pain subsides<br />I am exhausted<br />But still my mind doesn't stop<br />I think of he who got this inflicted<br /><br />I know how badly he has sinned<br />But I pay for his sins<br />That's the way it is designed<br />That's what our nature has assigned<br /><br />I can still bear the punishment of his sins<br />I can also forget him<br />But please tell me<br />How do I forget the scars within<br /><br />I tremble and fear<br />I fear not of what this world might do to me<br />I fear that even I might also just wilt away<br />Like the wilted flower within me...<br /><br /></span><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134017339486140171.post-87703540975209150242009-01-13T08:03:00.000-08:002009-04-03T00:44:39.832-07:00Shattered Glass<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HPj63i6wiYWXXsjOKuEJhBiL3i6yZZLJXQ8d5GCYvokOS0Yn3lyYOAqyDJ6YqA9wQptSnR-1aNpwMAfiYVNGiZhbi-X-OdhoiA1UKpvby56wuECe-qp5HubIK7tlxY3HycMpgcmyQBsS/s1600-h/glass.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9HPj63i6wiYWXXsjOKuEJhBiL3i6yZZLJXQ8d5GCYvokOS0Yn3lyYOAqyDJ6YqA9wQptSnR-1aNpwMAfiYVNGiZhbi-X-OdhoiA1UKpvby56wuECe-qp5HubIK7tlxY3HycMpgcmyQBsS/s320/glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318921290432673330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">I was walking down a road full of people on a cold night. Then I entered that place which I will always remember. I really don't know which one of them was colder, the weather that night or the people around me. Amongst all of this hustle bustle I somehow felt lonely. There were so many fake friendly faces all around me. So many beautiful women and so many handsome men. But none of them were brave enough to let go off their impeccable masks. All of them trying to please the world around them which did not even bother about their existence. There were many others who had tiny cracks in their masks. Although the cracks were tiny they almost showed off their broken, bruised and battered souls.I didn't know why was I there. Why was I trying to find life amongst dead souls? What was it that I was searching for?<br /><br />I knew my search was over when I saw those light brown eyes. Those were the only lively eyes I saw there. He wasn't the most handsome man. He was not tall and handsome. He didn't resemble the handsome prince of the fairytales. We looked at each other for a while before we spoke to each other. It didn't take long for things to happen. Soon we were all entwined amongst each other. Our kisses had the passion of newfound romance. His velvet touch can't be forgotten. He made me smile and never let a tear fall from my eyes.<br /><br />But life is not a fairytale and so every good thing has to end. Unlike the love stories that we have heard, this story didn't have a happy ending. Everything shattered like a glass crashes onto the ground and becomes splinters. There was nothing left anymore. The person who would never let a tear fall from my eyes now gave me nothing but tears. The kisses and touches were no more passionate but just something which you felt for the sake of it. They say that relationships are like glass. Its better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together. But I still took the hurt and pain to put the glass back together. But again if you put a broken glass back together the cracks show and so it had to fall apart.<br /><br />Yet I have kept those broken pieces safe with me although I was the one who gave the final blow but then it was necessary . The memories are such that I won't forget. However hard we try to forget things still somethings do stick around in your mind. But its okay what if the person has changed the memories wont change nor will those brown eyes. Even today I search for those brown eyes. Even today I wish the glass wouldn't have shattered.<br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134017339486140171.post-60828678066925330422009-01-08T02:29:00.000-08:002009-04-03T00:47:54.612-07:00Father In The Heavens<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">Look at her now. She is no more that sight which got locked in your memory in the last moments of your doomsday. Look at those broad shoulders, the long legs and the unmistakably remarkable face. Isn't she the remains of the unforgiven and insufferable life of yours? Isn't she the reminiscence of your deeds?</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"> Days and nights she passed dreaming of you, putting together the parts of a vast jigsaw puzzle which always remained a mystery. She is always imagining how life would have been with you around, pretending that you were there somewhere around watching her through all the good and bad days of her life, wondering whether you would have made the same deadly mistakes which she made, trying to feel that warm hug which she always longed for, trying to feel that small pat on her back which would make her feel proud when she did some good deed in her life. She gathers courage from an imaginative picture of yours stuck in her mind; looking at it time and again for guidance, help and support. She listens to imaginative words she always longed to hear. Sometimes I wonder what is it that keeps her going strong as she struggles to pass each day of her life. But I know that it's not you.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"> Now take a look at the woman standing right beside her. She has always been there beside her through thick and thin. She has been the one to stand like a tough wall through all the difficult times of her life. But she is sad because the one whom she is protecting has rarely realized it. She has stood there beside that little woman through the major goof ups of her life. Take a careful look at her. She has those gentle yet strong eyes. Her eyes have those wrinkles around them. It means that she did laugh and smile in her life. But I haven't seen her having a hearty laugh which comes right from the soul since almost last twenty years of her life. Her soul lives only for that little lady by her side who is the only purpose of her life. If she is gone there will be nothing in her life worth living.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"> Just once, come down from you heavenly throne and heal their souls...</span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134017339486140171.post-34451261923417696772008-12-29T06:42:00.000-08:002009-04-03T00:50:54.138-07:00To My Mom<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Rolling, stumbling, falling and going down under...<br />It cuts me in two, the way a tree burns down with a rainy lightning and thunder.<br /><br />Leaving every thing behind I know I will still reach the shore...<br />I don't want to look back I don't feel as if I know them anymore.<br /><br />Through the storms and the wild winds I have survived....<br />And now I need to find the meaning which can be derived.<br /><br />They say that there's a silver lining to every dark cloud....<br />I know I will find mine and hold my head up high and proud.<br /><br />I am almost there I can see it in front of me...<br />I know I will see the light after this tunnel however far it may be.<br /><br />Till then I just need you to be with me by my side...<br />To support me and be my guiding light.<br /></span><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134017339486140171.post-61510475611930220792008-12-26T08:42:00.001-08:002009-04-03T00:51:57.436-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I don't know why I am writing this. I don't even know if it makes any sense or not. Whether to make any sense out of it is completely up to you.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">They say they are right and I am the one with a life full of mistakes,<br />They don't have a right to play with my life and they know not what's at stake.<br /><br />They know not how it feels when every word spoken leaves a scar on your soul,<br />How would they know when they haven't ever peeped outside their own shit hole.<br /><br />There was a time when I had lost against their will</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">,<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I was </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">falling apart from my own goals and principles</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">;<br />But I had a faith in them still,<br />Knowing not they were the true obstacles.<br /><br />But now is the time to break free from all the chains,<br />Now try me and you will know all your curses are vain.<br /><br />Now there is no stopping to me,<br />I will leave not a stone unturned.<br />They know not what goes on inside of me,<br />They know know not how much my soul has burned.<br /><br /></span><br /></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134017339486140171.post-13391141356604856322008-12-26T06:25:00.000-08:002009-04-03T00:52:32.341-07:00Silence<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">She looked at his face and his hands unmoved,<br />She had lost is what it proved.<br /><br />She tried to look around to find a meaning to all of this,<br />But all she could find was peace.<br /><br />The room was full of people but not a word was spoken,<br />She looked at him again hoping that she had mistaken.<br /><br />Finally she gave up and cried salty tears,<br />She could no more bear the silence and the fears.</span><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06462005063359462856noreply@blogger.com1