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Happy ganesha..
HAPPY GANESHA TO ALL THE ILANDERS!.....LOTS OF LOVE...:))
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Strange are the ways of life… The brooding hood of apathy Seems to hang like eternity Uncertainity playing hide n seek Destiny watching with its crooked smile.. Worthlessness hopelessness Lovelessness, the ingredients of Lifelessness…. Tightening the grip.. Bland emotions blended with Bizarre impulsive outbursts Tossing in to a whirlwind Of maddening mental orgasm Flashbacks blinding the path ahead Longings yearnings fastening the clutches Desires fold and unfold Leaving in a state of trance! Amidst the chaos…… Nearing the demise Of unsaid undone … Why A tiny ray of hope..? An angel look hither! Or its delusional trick Conceived by the clever mind To deceive !....
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memories of you..
Memories of you…leave me blue As I wake up from the deep slumber Moving my hand on the space besides I can feel you Beneath my fingers Warmth of your love making In the bygone night still Burns deep within me When you held me close The wet lips holding mine Swollen with the sweetness of Your taste still lingering on the tips The reciprocation was intense As I trace my fingers through hair You pull me closer Putting the straying curl behind my ear lobe Your eyes boring deep Making me feel naked As never before You can see those burning fires Matching those in yours A smile curves your lips As you further tighten your embrace Entangled entwined spent We loose ourself in to each other Giving away to sleep…. Only to be awakened With the memories of you Leaving me so blue…..
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I am not dead....
For some one special......
I am not dead….pink
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
There"s all these cracks
Crack of sunlight
Crack in the mirror on your lips
It"s the moment of a sunset Friday
When our conversations twist
It"s the fifth day of ice on a new tattoo
But the ice should be on our heads
We only spun the wheel to catch ourselves
So we weren"t left for death
And I was never looking for approval from anyone but you
And though this journey is over I"ll go back if you ask me to
I"m not dead just floating
Right between the ink of your tattoo
In the belly of the beast we turned into
I"m not scared just changing
Right beyond the cigarette and the devilish smile
You"re my crack of sunlight
You can do the math a thousand ways but you can"t erase the facts
That others come and others go but you always come back
I"m a winter flower underground always thirsty for summer rain
And just like the change of seasons
I know you"ll be back again
I"m not dead just floating
Underneath the ink of my tattoo
I"ve tried to hide my scars from you
I"m not scared just changing
Right beyond the cigarette and the devilish smile
You"re my crack of sunlight oh
I"m not dead just yet
I"m not dead I"m just floating
Doesn"t matter where I"m going
I"ll find you
I"m not scared at all
Underneath the cuts and bruises
Finally gained what no one loses
I"ll find you
I will find you
I"m not dead just floating
I"m not scared just changing
You"re my crack of sunlight yeah
http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=nTc_fExPni4&feature=related
Sara bareiiles lyrics…
Gravity…
Something always brings me back to you. It never takes too long. No matter what I say or do I"ll still feel you here "til the moment I"m gone. You hold me without touch. You keep me without chains. I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.
CHORUS Set me free, leave me be. I don"t want to fall another moment into your gravity. Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I"m supposed to be. But you"re on to me and all over me.
You loved me "cause I"m fragile. When I thought that I was strong. But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.
CHORUS Set me free, leave me be. I don"t want to fall another moment into your gravity. Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I"m supposed to be. But you"re on to me and all over me. I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that you"re everything I think I need here on the ground. But you"re neither friend nor foe though I can"t seem to let you go. The one thing that I still know is that you"re keeping me down
And another set of lovely lyrics....
http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=RMH8LB3c6GE&feature=related
hey guys, don't be mistaken these are not my works....few of my fav songs...:)))
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CONFINEMENT II...
The confinement….II
With passage of time the inaudible conversations grew louder as she lost the inhibitions and confronted the voices outside. To her surprise they soothened her in the strangest ways she could manage to think of. The conversations were nothing in particular. Anything about life death, sanity, insanity, spirituality, love hatred, tears, laughter, silence, egos, relationships, food, water air, light, science, metaphysical, astral, magical, seasons-with rains-binding and relating more closely, forests, animals, universe sun moon, animate, inanimate, from mundane life patterns to myriad experiences. They argued and fought over their philosophies with none ready to bend and at the same time sometimes mellowing down in to each other’s will and wishes as if the egos never existed. They giggled and laughed like small children renouncing their childhood memories. Sometimes like young love lorn teenagers, shying away from confessions of love with pounding heartbeats.
They allowed each other to visit those darkest alleys of their minds helping each other clear the cobwebs of rotten memories. They roamed there together holding hands protecting each other when encountered with fears and yet allowing each other a space of their own. Those spaces dawned upon them the realization of the distances between them. And those distances increased the longing, the yearning further drawing them closer. They undressed their minds and dared each other to follow. The stone walls seemed to rather become transparent as if replaced by glass, beginning to melt slowly. They could see each other, feel each other. There was this feeling started to grow within, of these walls coming down and there will be a time when everything will be permitted.
This bondage and the pleasant interlude of souls and minds had not spared them from tasting the blissfulness of love ripening between them and crossing the bridges of forbidden desires came as naturally as breathing and beating of the hearts. She never knew that love appeared suddenly but she was now open and ready to love. As for her, the visibility in that dark chamber had enhanced paralleling the one in her mind. She was not yet able to get the hang of this little beautiful miracle of love. It made her habitat appear more beautiful than ever. And more than that it made her happy to feel important to him.
Though they had not met or encountered each other in a literal sense. But on their journey together they realized that Passion was a strong binding force, stronger than the mind controlling techniques and the rigid self discipline. And the evolving patterns of passion astonished them and scared them at the same time. But despite the warnings they indulged. The stony walls were no hindrance to the mental sensory apparatus. There was this time when the red hot flames of passion engulfed and burnt the chambers with the ferocity of their love making liberating them as none before. And yet there was a careful tenderness in confronting each other When they knew they were prisoners of fate uncertain. There were no explanations, no answers, just an emotional storm which engulfed them as they clung to each other not letting go. And the confinement had filled them with a strange sense of contentment.
‘’She wondered whether that man really existed or was really an angel sent by god to teach her the secret lessons of life. In the end she decide that he was a real man. Even if only for one moment, one day. He had given her everything he had kept to himself in the whole life: his struggles, his hopes, his joys and his dreams. And she had given herself wholly too- she was his companion, his audience, his wife, his friend, his inspiration his lover for those few moments. In a matter of few days of their togetherness she had experienced a love of life time. It revealed to her that she was still capable of loving and being loved. It taught her something that finding something important in life does not mean that one has to give up all other important things’’.(quoted from BRIDA)
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A-PATH-E..
A-path-e……
Blank numbnessStatic thoughts Entangled Frozen in time Loads of strong coffee Sluggish rains Dark winds Unsatiable longings Cravings unyeilded Passioned rawness Darkness prevails Languishness creeps Mind blocks Dead tracks Adversities in abundance Solutions unreachable Fantasies surplus Naked reality Looking in to soul Sleepless nights Bustling days Memories bygone Passive contentment Subdued aggression Chained freedom……….Way to go! Mood swings...may be..taking me to a-path-of -enlightenment as usual!..opening the blocked gateways!..may be.
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THE CONFINEMENT..
The confinement….I
The alleys of her mind were darker than the chamber she was locked in. Non stop moving images running like an incomprehensible movie, screaming, scattering rays of bizarre colours blinding her with their sheen and leaving her alone suddenly in the dark only to reappear. The play of images-- the images of memories in the deep dark alleys tormenting her over and again, making her behave in weird ways. She loved hanging with them sometimes and shoved them off but they were more stubborn than her…she had herself fed them a part of her own inane stubbornness and they had become like parasites now.
Her external chamber was also dark except small fine rays of light peeping through the broken crevices of the stoned walls and a heavily chained iron door with minimal light filtering beneath. The dust brushing off from the walls and their smell and touch talked to her about the changing weather outside the four walls. The warmth, the chilled brazen cold feel, the muddy dampened smell when it rained. She talked to them, played with them screamed at them and then tired fighting, slept off embraced in their support. Helplessly pleading sometimes in her earlier days of confinement to free her.
Lately she had stopped doing that pleading part. She had fallen in love with the darkness and the solitude which gave her enough time to converse with the inner voices and the images wandering like vagabonds in the darker alleys of her mind. It gave her a strange sense of peace and enlightenment.
Today she got up awakened by the screeching sound of a jarred door. She opened her eyes in the dark and paused for a moment, to accustom her eyes to do the listening moving them in dark. when her ears too acknowledged the sound which was not a usual illusionary game played by her mind. The sound was audible again and she realized it was the door of the adjoining chamber. It was a dead silence after that. No more sounds for a long while. She laughed at herself may be she was growing old and hard of hearing. The inner world of her voices had deafened her to the noises outside. But this time this was no illusion or hallucination or any ghost walking out of her dreams. It was indeed a real sound, sound of life sound of another human being. She had forgotten long back she was one too. It came as a gruff croaking cough this time. An intermittent one. She moved closer to the wall pressing her ear to the wall till it ached to reinforce on herself the idea of the sound as real. She could hear heavy breathing or just a figment of her imagination.
She wondered at herself thinking for the first time in so many years out of her own weaved world and longing to hear that sound again. She felt a small fragmented flame of hope burning inside, some life was still left. The thought angered her..the inner voices became predominate once again. She had worked hard to detach herself, to confine herself to this dark world, but it seemed this one new sound had made all her efforts go in vain. She dragged herself to the extreme opposite corner of the chamber indulging her self once again into clearing the cobwebs she spun off n on. The rest of the day passed uneventful.
The next started on almost the same note with the frequency of sounds slightly increased than the previous one. Her curiosity drove her mad. After such a long time of confinement this was not welcome. She had lost track of the time..how long? A new fight had begun inside of her….quite different from her inner voices, a fight to ignore the sounds from the adjoining room. When it became unbearable she gathered the courage and knocked at the stoned wall a bit too hard to imprint marks on her knuckles, with no response. Her frustration emerged from the source which she wasn’t able to understand, confused, whether the sound made her really angry or happy or that it had succeeded in distracting her from her own world of memories. Her curiosity was growing each day with the increasing clarity of the quality of sound which changed from a hoarse one to a softer breathing…audible? Yes?..
Who are you?..the question came piercing across the wall jerking her out of her frenzied state as if pulling her into the whirlpool. It striked her ear drums and she could hear them vibrating. It was a deep enriching male human voice with a brusque undertone. For Once she felt like responding but immediately refrained….she wasn’t used to responding to commands other than her own. Again the days passed uneventful as she was getting accustomed to the swift sounds from across the wall. She had not answered the question but it seemed as if the conversations had already started, slowly diffusing the visible walls. ….. to be continued......
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soulful contemplations….
soulful contemplations….
Repeated contemplations revealed to meThe meaning of soul in varied ways Some familiar some strange……
What is soul? The talked over wandering spirits Or the deep inner us trapped within Courageous one moment to allow us To fall in to the depths of love unfathomable Searching for the answers.. Or making us act as cowards the very next Out of the fear of loosing the loved one… Or even the very next teaching us acceptance
Revealing to only us the deeper inner mysteries Or our conscience Scaring us away by the consequences of what is revealed….
Why wait for death to liberate the soul… Its just a mere liberation from the body of five elements.. Let it liberate us from the bondages of fear, haterd, anger, denial, circle of life and death, acceptance, mortality….
This soul has given me the courage to face my fears Strengthened my beliefs in me Helped me o be myself..
Enlightened me in abundance on the path of love Where I am no more afraid to love The pain it brings is not humiliating, it never was.. The soul has given me the comfort zone I desired To acknowledge my inner strengths $ weaknesses My inherent fears and insecurities…
I no more wait for death to be liberated I do not fear it now I am at my free will With my soul search continuing with each passing moment For more answers to my when?..where?..what’s?... But I dare not ask why?... The ultimate reason for my existence Because the answer lies somewhere deeper With the strange powers I believe in.. For each one of us…
Inspired by BRIDA….by Paulo Coelho..concluding with few quotes from the book..
· Something which is outside is harder to change than what is inside. · Play the part and don’t worry about what others do, believe that god speaks to them too and they are as engaged as us in discovering the meaning of life. · We realize that there is a reason for us being ther and for us that is enougth.
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RUBAROO……
Alfaz to wahin hai Mehfilein verani hain
Dayree wahin hain Bass ek nai kahani hai
Dilbar to wahi hai Dillagi ki aadat purani hai
Yaadon ke katghare mein Faisle naye sunane hain
Toote khawab to wahi hain Bas jashan naye manane hai
Dil ki dhadkanein wahi hai Unke pyar ke mausam begane hain
Denewala to de gaya Kuch zakham dikhane hain Kuch zakham chupane hain….
Who humse milne aayein na aayein Tamam umr in mehki hawaon se in behki fizon se us dilbar ko darmiyan dooriyon ke ehsaas roobaroo karane hain………..
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whispering Reflections....
Shadows of uncertainties, looming Between them Sweetness of the aching heart, Lingering too long
Pearls of broken string, Of untamed desires Of Suspended longing, Scattered in all directions
Flood of memories, Fulfilling and leaving emptiness At the same time
Remnant fragrances of love Playing havoc with senses time and again
Dreams unlimited livid impregnated With warmth of their love making
Echoes of abandoned heart, dancing back n forth Too scared to be heard loud, piercing deep
Waves of nostalgia washing over Waxing n wanning like tides
Threads of emotions knotted and smooth Tying them together yet apart
A small wish too close to the heart sent to the universe, To protect this eternal bondage….
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