I write down this for two peopleBoth of whom have different reason to inspire me .Walking down the marine drive , I just couldn’t help wonder how Death is , What death is and why death is .
When i looked far into the sea Staring right at that infinite black expanse ...Is what death is ... infinite vast , black ,dark Abyss. ... is it all consuming darkness consuming forever. Just no way out!
When i looked at shore .. i saw waves.Hitting the shore with all the might And then returning back , taking everything with them .So is that what...
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Obituary For The Late Mr. Common Sense
'Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who
has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was,
since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He
will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the
worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more
than you can earn)...
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
My life is like a subway !!
Time is a little spec hereCoz years go by in seconds or minutes take light years .
Buried way below, in the underground is my life a subway of just sights and sound.On a bench in the corner i sit downImage via Wikipedia Looking at people crossing around.
Some just cross widout realising Others stay here for eternity Though lot of them come with an objective .And depart when it is fulfilled.
Some one very important is leaving , A piece of subway...
Saturday, August 14, 2010
TREASURES of life
To all the friends who made this life worth living and an entertaining journey all along.
It's so hard to find the perfect breeze,
One blowing none too hard nor soft,
Carrying a scent of wild flowers,
And moving clouds about aloft.
It's so hard to find the perfect sky,
One blue and deep and bright,
Carrying a sense of openness
With geese and wrens in flight.
It's so hard to find the perfect night,
One cold, quiet and unflawed,
Carrying a mood of solitude,
And a closeness to our thoughts.
Yet no perfection's so hard to find
As that which...
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Belief
Forgive people ,
for they do not understand ,
what for us is easy to comprehend .
we derive our way from the ways of past
we believe because of what we have gone
through in our past .
it has been our joys and sorrows
that keep us one even when we are apart .
they shall never gather the stream of our thoughts .
they will think that our brain is rotten crop .
but when the time of final judgement shall come
they shall see , experience , fight...
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