treading on those paths...
those less travelled roads...
those mad dashes...
the soporific moments...
the souls are wrapped...
visions are disshevelled...
the signs are faulty...
pandemonium...
strangers are relatives...
relatives are strangers...
loved ones are shot at...
enemies are embraced...
souls are cast away...
there is plundering...
all is lost...
once there was love...
there was happiness...
civilization...
bonvoyage...
cast a glance...
not a menacing one...
neither a predatory one...
neither a hallucinating glance...
a pure glance...
of concern and love...
feel the pain and anguish...
the plight and misery...
at the charred souls...
of those woe begone times...
and feel...
but then...
you can't feel...
distances are breached...
lines are drawns...
borders are etched...
barriers are erected...
the clique make the calls...
the dummies carry them out...
never knowing what they do...
they just do...
today humans are more disgruntled than ever before...
the pope doesn't make sense...
neither do the clerics...
BUSH certainly doesn't...
who wins...
who loses...
what do we know???
those headlines are everyday news...
she was raped...
he was killed...
mutilated bodies...
scars...
anguish...
lust...
but...
there was Martin Luther King and Mother Teresa...
there was Prophet Muhammad and there was Moses...
voices of change...
either live it...
or be the change...
somewhere...
there is a destiny...
marked for you...
stand up for your beliefs...
and one day...
you will be...
not a mere mortal...
but beyond...
nowhere near cloud number nine...
but beyond it...
and during all this time...
i feel that i just gave myself a reality check...
a wee bit of me...
and it feels good...
the air feels lighter...
it has begun...
Friday, September 29, 2006
Saturday, September 23, 2006
back...
...who thought...
who laughed???
who played???
who prayed???
who propagated???
who instigated???
we sat there....
mere puppets...
such hatred...
such canny yearnings...
i knew not...
knew not about lust...
knew not about needs...
there were times when the tunnel did not reveal what lay ahead...
mysterious skies...
meandering rivulets...
nothing...
darkness...
all remnants of civilization hath been lost...
souls hath been sent to the gallows...
morals were subjected to the guillotines...
when there were no humans...
how could you talk about humanity???
how could you address bringing reforms???
HOW???
you could plunder and loot...
you could kill without looking back...
and yet
such hypocrisy...
such tumult...
such injustice...
there are times when all is lost...
in literal ways...
in figurative ways...
and yet...
something deep down inspires us to go on...
to face our worst nightmares...
to subject ourselves to pain and torture...
torture aint the marks of cigarette burns...
it's more than that...
sometimes seeing aint believing...
sometimes your worst enemy is your truest friend...
sometimes the most meaningless occurences start making sense...
sometimes you can just point towards the bigger picture...
higher ground...
looking out for a way that you thought you could never find...
there are countless roads ahead of us...
and numerous choices to be made...
life is a game...
play it while you last...
sometimes...
a smile can say it all...
doesn't it???
who laughed???
who played???
who prayed???
who propagated???
who instigated???
we sat there....
mere puppets...
such hatred...
such canny yearnings...
i knew not...
knew not about lust...
knew not about needs...
there were times when the tunnel did not reveal what lay ahead...
mysterious skies...
meandering rivulets...
nothing...
darkness...
all remnants of civilization hath been lost...
souls hath been sent to the gallows...
morals were subjected to the guillotines...
when there were no humans...
how could you talk about humanity???
how could you address bringing reforms???
HOW???
you could plunder and loot...
you could kill without looking back...
and yet
such hypocrisy...
such tumult...
such injustice...
there are times when all is lost...
in literal ways...
in figurative ways...
and yet...
something deep down inspires us to go on...
to face our worst nightmares...
to subject ourselves to pain and torture...
torture aint the marks of cigarette burns...
it's more than that...
sometimes seeing aint believing...
sometimes your worst enemy is your truest friend...
sometimes the most meaningless occurences start making sense...
sometimes you can just point towards the bigger picture...
higher ground...
looking out for a way that you thought you could never find...
there are countless roads ahead of us...
and numerous choices to be made...
life is a game...
play it while you last...
sometimes...
a smile can say it all...
doesn't it???
Sunday, September 03, 2006
to careless people...
this goes out to my careless ways...
listen up morons...
i shall recapture my senses...
and be back with not a BANG...
but a ZANG...
:)
listen up morons...
i shall recapture my senses...
and be back with not a BANG...
but a ZANG...
:)
Saturday, July 29, 2006
miracles...
sometimes you are let down...
sometimes you let down...
sometimes you bow...
sometimes you are forced to...
there are times when you are made to feel like an alien...
times when you feel like you are a total mismatch socially...
there are times when nothing seems to make sense...
times when you lose meanings...
you see...
and yet your blind...
when strangers seem to know better...
your lost...
your a victim...
you seek...
and your trampled upon...
you bleed and they frown upon you...
you seek and they think you have gone berserk...
you align your faculties and they imagine you to be a terrorist...
i know misery...
i know misfortune...
i know alacrity of dreams...
i know vangeance...
i know blood...
i know fury...
i know loneliness...
i know hatred...
i know love...
i know it...
and yet...
deep deep down...
its all amiss...
i dont feel it...
i dont see it...
i dont want it...
i dont like it...
but whenever there is a will there will always be a way carved out for you...
whenever your a lost soul...
you will stumble across someone whom you thought you would never meet...
when you lose your spirit...
there are more avenues than you thought there actually were...
always know this...
know that you are a mortal...
always know that you are valuable...
always know that you are as good as them...
know this that your a miracle...
very much alive...
everyday of your existence...
every breath...
is a walking salutation of His Greatness...
the tough times seem to dawn on you...
and yet never lose faith..
that will...
that urgency...
and i know...
that...
you would sparkle...
in the murky world...
i will go...
no matter what it takes...
this is for all those times when we think we dont have it in us...
because know this...
WE ALL DO...
sometimes you let down...
sometimes you bow...
sometimes you are forced to...
there are times when you are made to feel like an alien...
times when you feel like you are a total mismatch socially...
there are times when nothing seems to make sense...
times when you lose meanings...
you see...
and yet your blind...
when strangers seem to know better...
your lost...
your a victim...
you seek...
and your trampled upon...
you bleed and they frown upon you...
you seek and they think you have gone berserk...
you align your faculties and they imagine you to be a terrorist...
i know misery...
i know misfortune...
i know alacrity of dreams...
i know vangeance...
i know blood...
i know fury...
i know loneliness...
i know hatred...
i know love...
i know it...
and yet...
deep deep down...
its all amiss...
i dont feel it...
i dont see it...
i dont want it...
i dont like it...
but whenever there is a will there will always be a way carved out for you...
whenever your a lost soul...
you will stumble across someone whom you thought you would never meet...
when you lose your spirit...
there are more avenues than you thought there actually were...
always know this...
know that you are a mortal...
always know that you are valuable...
always know that you are as good as them...
know this that your a miracle...
very much alive...
everyday of your existence...
every breath...
is a walking salutation of His Greatness...
the tough times seem to dawn on you...
and yet never lose faith..
that will...
that urgency...
and i know...
that...
you would sparkle...
in the murky world...
i will go...
no matter what it takes...
this is for all those times when we think we dont have it in us...
because know this...
WE ALL DO...
Sunday, July 23, 2006
coming back to you...
sometimes your heroes allay you...
sometimes your idols stray...
your angels sin...
your fantasies collide...
sometimes rain hollers...
sometimes humans cheat...
sometimes mammals torment...
the earthly creatures tamper around...
the mountains smoky one moment are cloudy and sunken the next...
the plains tranform into deserts...
deserts alter their topology...
and yet...
yet...
You are there...
in the skies...
beyond our wildest dreams...
all praise be upon You...
You shine so bright...
You neve cease to fascinate me...
You never distrust...
always up for second chances...
the axis may cease to rotate...
the momentum may be lost...
the lifecycle maybe pranced upon...
and yet...
i would know...
know that You would save the day...
why turn to mortal heroes...
i still got You...
sometimes your idols stray...
your angels sin...
your fantasies collide...
sometimes rain hollers...
sometimes humans cheat...
sometimes mammals torment...
the earthly creatures tamper around...
the mountains smoky one moment are cloudy and sunken the next...
the plains tranform into deserts...
deserts alter their topology...
and yet...
yet...
You are there...
in the skies...
beyond our wildest dreams...
all praise be upon You...
You shine so bright...
You neve cease to fascinate me...
You never distrust...
always up for second chances...
the axis may cease to rotate...
the momentum may be lost...
the lifecycle maybe pranced upon...
and yet...
i would know...
know that You would save the day...
why turn to mortal heroes...
i still got You...
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Winter in July
alone...
restless...
bruised...
battered...
helpless...
forsaken...
and yet...
this song leads me on...
Look around, wonder why,
We can live a life thats never satisfied,
Lonely hearts, troubled minds,
Looking for a way that we can never find,
Many roads are ahead of us,
With choices to be made,
But life's just one of the games we play,
There is no special way.
Make he best of whats given you
Everything will come in time
Why deny yourself,
Dont just let life pass you by like winter in July
Futrue dreams can never last,
When you find youself stil liveing in the past.
Keep moving on to higher ground,
Looking for the way you thought could not be found,
We many not know the reason why,
We're born into this world,
Where a man only lives to die,
His story left untold.
Make he best of whats given you,
Everything will come in time,
Why deny yourself,
Dont just let life pass you by,
Like winter in July.
We many not know the reason why
We're born into this world,
Where a man only lives to die,
His story left untold.
Make he best of whats given you,
Everything will come in time
Why deny yourself,
Dont just let life pass you by
Like winter in July.
Sarah Brightman...
i love you
restless...
bruised...
battered...
helpless...
forsaken...
and yet...
this song leads me on...
Look around, wonder why,
We can live a life thats never satisfied,
Lonely hearts, troubled minds,
Looking for a way that we can never find,
Many roads are ahead of us,
With choices to be made,
But life's just one of the games we play,
There is no special way.
Make he best of whats given you
Everything will come in time
Why deny yourself,
Dont just let life pass you by like winter in July
Futrue dreams can never last,
When you find youself stil liveing in the past.
Keep moving on to higher ground,
Looking for the way you thought could not be found,
We many not know the reason why,
We're born into this world,
Where a man only lives to die,
His story left untold.
Make he best of whats given you,
Everything will come in time,
Why deny yourself,
Dont just let life pass you by,
Like winter in July.
We many not know the reason why
We're born into this world,
Where a man only lives to die,
His story left untold.
Make he best of whats given you,
Everything will come in time
Why deny yourself,
Dont just let life pass you by
Like winter in July.
Sarah Brightman...
i love you
Saturday, June 03, 2006
a new day hath come...
the magic of the morning sinks in...
earth has made peace with mankind...
human body is wonderland and nothing less than a miracle...
we inhibit it...
we evolve in it...
and yet we are ignorant...
hasnt it happened to you...
when you are dead tired and all you want to do is lie down and sleep...
and yet something holds you back...
and you end up staying awake for the entire duration of the night...
only to find that morning offers refuge from the night...
same goes for eating pangs...
here i am...
surrounded by beauty...
there are times when i thank God...
for the palpatations of my heart...
the sweat on my forehead...
the tickling in the spine...
the numbness in my muscles...
every breath that goes in...
and every time my eyes snap...
everytime i weave motions and my hands obey...
everytime i sent my brain a command...
and a journey ensued...
the journey of life...
the journey for life...
the journey to life...
i dont know who i am...
i dont know what i do...
i dont know why i do so...
i dont know what makes me do so...
and yet deep deep down...
i dont feel incomplete...
every occurence gives me security...
every event makes me steadfast...
i believe...
i commandeth...
i sit...
i proclaim...
i bestow...
and i cry...
dusk approaches...
birds chirp...
the spell withers away...
there is stirring...
there is motion...
there is mayhem...
but a very peaceful one...
there are no announcements...
and there is no friction...
harmony...
hath come at last...
for a new day hath come...
earth has made peace with mankind...
human body is wonderland and nothing less than a miracle...
we inhibit it...
we evolve in it...
and yet we are ignorant...
hasnt it happened to you...
when you are dead tired and all you want to do is lie down and sleep...
and yet something holds you back...
and you end up staying awake for the entire duration of the night...
only to find that morning offers refuge from the night...
same goes for eating pangs...
here i am...
surrounded by beauty...
there are times when i thank God...
for the palpatations of my heart...
the sweat on my forehead...
the tickling in the spine...
the numbness in my muscles...
every breath that goes in...
and every time my eyes snap...
everytime i weave motions and my hands obey...
everytime i sent my brain a command...
and a journey ensued...
the journey of life...
the journey for life...
the journey to life...
i dont know who i am...
i dont know what i do...
i dont know why i do so...
i dont know what makes me do so...
and yet deep deep down...
i dont feel incomplete...
every occurence gives me security...
every event makes me steadfast...
i believe...
i commandeth...
i sit...
i proclaim...
i bestow...
and i cry...
dusk approaches...
birds chirp...
the spell withers away...
there is stirring...
there is motion...
there is mayhem...
but a very peaceful one...
there are no announcements...
and there is no friction...
harmony...
hath come at last...
for a new day hath come...
Saturday, May 27, 2006
sweet voices...
where have you been all this time???
will you be there?
will i get a chance to lay my eyes on you?
a chance to say hello...?
will i get a chance to hold your hands?
a chance to look in those emerald eyes...?
will i get a chance to search your soul?
a chance to devour your breath...?
will i ever fall in love?
and will u be the one for me..?
will i ever really belong?
when you belong somewhere else?
will our worlds intersect?
when we aren't in the same galaxies?
will i ever smell?
will i ever know?
*voices in the head*
will you be there?
will i get a chance to lay my eyes on you?
a chance to say hello...?
will i get a chance to hold your hands?
a chance to look in those emerald eyes...?
will i get a chance to search your soul?
a chance to devour your breath...?
will i ever fall in love?
and will u be the one for me..?
will i ever really belong?
when you belong somewhere else?
will our worlds intersect?
when we aren't in the same galaxies?
will i ever smell?
will i ever know?
*voices in the head*
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
the raindrops...
a bloom...
the fertility boom...
the thundering rains...
the jittery children...
mindboggling weather changes...
and yet the cycle continues...
the wheel hath been carved to revolve...
the currents are never stemmed...
the magic weaver continues to weave...
the dream maker casts the dreams...
there are hopes...
there are aspirations...
there is trust...
there is faith...
somewhere amidst the dark...
dawn threatens to break through the night...
stars seem to smile...
their souls sing...
sing to the mothernature...
sing to life...
sing to existence...
sing to peace...
the pattering continues...
the raindrops continue to cleanse...
what our churches, synanogues, mosques, temples couldn't do...
this rain does...
there is harmony...
mankind stands united...
souls entwine...
new bonds are made...
old ones called upon...
the rain continues to pour...
mother earth continues to blossom...
and tomorrow...
there will be...
new quests...
new aspirations...
new hopes...
the workshops will resume work...
for tomorrow...
there will be chaos...
there will be war...
there will be mayhem...
but deep down inside...
there will be bonds...
there will be trust...
for life is beautiful...
every word that has been uttered is valuable...
our existence is meaningful...
live...
LIVE!!!...
live?...
LIVEEEEEEEEEE...
for tomorrow will bring new meanings...
newer goals...
so live it while it lasts...
the fertility boom...
the thundering rains...
the jittery children...
mindboggling weather changes...
and yet the cycle continues...
the wheel hath been carved to revolve...
the currents are never stemmed...
the magic weaver continues to weave...
the dream maker casts the dreams...
there are hopes...
there are aspirations...
there is trust...
there is faith...
somewhere amidst the dark...
dawn threatens to break through the night...
stars seem to smile...
their souls sing...
sing to the mothernature...
sing to life...
sing to existence...
sing to peace...
the pattering continues...
the raindrops continue to cleanse...
what our churches, synanogues, mosques, temples couldn't do...
this rain does...
there is harmony...
mankind stands united...
souls entwine...
new bonds are made...
old ones called upon...
the rain continues to pour...
mother earth continues to blossom...
and tomorrow...
there will be...
new quests...
new aspirations...
new hopes...
the workshops will resume work...
for tomorrow...
there will be chaos...
there will be war...
there will be mayhem...
but deep down inside...
there will be bonds...
there will be trust...
for life is beautiful...
every word that has been uttered is valuable...
our existence is meaningful...
live...
LIVE!!!...
live?...
LIVEEEEEEEEEE...
for tomorrow will bring new meanings...
newer goals...
so live it while it lasts...
Thursday, May 18, 2006
basically...
it is ironic and yet truly sad when you can feel the plight and pain of the losing side...the pain is eccentuated when your own friends fail to realise that you are and have always been a BARCA MAN...
more on that tonight...
more on that tonight...
life as we know it...
the pained expressions...
eyes belying the arrogance...
defeated gaits...
swollen eyes...
ruffled hair...
sometimes even "gods" can take a fall...
our idols can look lacklustre at best...
there are times when you can pity your sagging enemy...
when you can feel the torment...
the disgust...
the loss of pride and respect...
when the act of surrender and submission is made to look sinful...
when your soul hath been scorned upon and scorched...
who are the heroes?
who are the greats?
who will guide us...
who will motivate us...
we all need icons...
symbolic as they may be...
but we do nonetheless...
just like we need stickers on our cars...
to make a statement...
to show our allegiences...
but why?
are we really all that?
just that...?
that...?
THAT!!!...
is that all we will ever be...
i feel that life aint about winning or losing...
that glory aint the trophy...
glory is the experience...
glory is being THERE...
glory is loving what you do...
glory is LIFE...
with all its intricasies and pain...
glory is when a special kid is raised up as normal...
glory is when a heart donor gives life to you at his cost...
glory is making a difference...
no brawny trophies could ever be all that...
i know...
i really do...
i feel i do...
i thought i did...
life is truly beautiful...
life is about finding your own meanings...
interpreting your own incidents...
striving for meanings...
deciphering the cryptic codes...
inferring from them and never letting go..
to never say die...
to believe in yourself...
life...
will then turn to you...
and give you beyond your wildest expectations...
learn to believe in it...
co peacefully coexist...
and one day you too will have your hands full...
till that day...
LET THE ROLLERCOASTER BEGIN...
P.S im listening to Abba's Winner takes it all...
and i know there arent no losers...
we deem ourselves that...
we show others how weak we are...
we degrade ourselves...
let our alters be strong...
let our principles be irreconciliable...
i dont know if that is a word...
duty calls...
macro two here i cometh...
eyes belying the arrogance...
defeated gaits...
swollen eyes...
ruffled hair...
sometimes even "gods" can take a fall...
our idols can look lacklustre at best...
there are times when you can pity your sagging enemy...
when you can feel the torment...
the disgust...
the loss of pride and respect...
when the act of surrender and submission is made to look sinful...
when your soul hath been scorned upon and scorched...
who are the heroes?
who are the greats?
who will guide us...
who will motivate us...
we all need icons...
symbolic as they may be...
but we do nonetheless...
just like we need stickers on our cars...
to make a statement...
to show our allegiences...
but why?
are we really all that?
just that...?
that...?
THAT!!!...
is that all we will ever be...
i feel that life aint about winning or losing...
that glory aint the trophy...
glory is the experience...
glory is being THERE...
glory is loving what you do...
glory is LIFE...
with all its intricasies and pain...
glory is when a special kid is raised up as normal...
glory is when a heart donor gives life to you at his cost...
glory is making a difference...
no brawny trophies could ever be all that...
i know...
i really do...
i feel i do...
i thought i did...
life is truly beautiful...
life is about finding your own meanings...
interpreting your own incidents...
striving for meanings...
deciphering the cryptic codes...
inferring from them and never letting go..
to never say die...
to believe in yourself...
life...
will then turn to you...
and give you beyond your wildest expectations...
learn to believe in it...
co peacefully coexist...
and one day you too will have your hands full...
till that day...
LET THE ROLLERCOASTER BEGIN...
P.S im listening to Abba's Winner takes it all...
and i know there arent no losers...
we deem ourselves that...
we show others how weak we are...
we degrade ourselves...
let our alters be strong...
let our principles be irreconciliable...
i dont know if that is a word...
duty calls...
macro two here i cometh...
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
life will...
trance connects...
the sun shines in all its glory...
the fags are lightened...
the engines are revved...
the taps ooze the liquid of life...
there is mayhem...
there is chaos...
there is pain...
there is glory...
the trains whizz by...
the planes sneak by...
passengers head to their destinations...
there is a vibrancy in the air...
something about the whole scenario...
the world is abuzzz with the news of yet more bombings...
yet more lives lost for unknown causes...
today we are more lost than we have ever been...
lost in our thoughts...
lost in our minds...
the mercurial passages hath been blocked...
today we seek meanings...
but all we do is cover ourselves in yet more complex layers of our existence...
we seek power...
we pursue gains...
any will do...
there are newborns...
some distance away...
there are morgues...
there is hue and cry of joy...
and there are cries of the orphaned and the widowed...
this to me is life...
its shining so bright...
and yet deep deep down...
its crying its heart out...
but we hath buried ourselves in our own glory...
we DA MAN...
the invincibles...
we shall trod...
we shall be...
but who are we...
we shall never know...
sometimes...
just hold a hand...
just touch a life...
just glimpse with love...
just reach out...
appreciate...
love...
one life...
dont just live it...
be the life...
give life...
cherish life...
and somewhere down the lane...
LIFE will find you...
the sun shines in all its glory...
the fags are lightened...
the engines are revved...
the taps ooze the liquid of life...
there is mayhem...
there is chaos...
there is pain...
there is glory...
the trains whizz by...
the planes sneak by...
passengers head to their destinations...
there is a vibrancy in the air...
something about the whole scenario...
the world is abuzzz with the news of yet more bombings...
yet more lives lost for unknown causes...
today we are more lost than we have ever been...
lost in our thoughts...
lost in our minds...
the mercurial passages hath been blocked...
today we seek meanings...
but all we do is cover ourselves in yet more complex layers of our existence...
we seek power...
we pursue gains...
any will do...
there are newborns...
some distance away...
there are morgues...
there is hue and cry of joy...
and there are cries of the orphaned and the widowed...
this to me is life...
its shining so bright...
and yet deep deep down...
its crying its heart out...
but we hath buried ourselves in our own glory...
we DA MAN...
the invincibles...
we shall trod...
we shall be...
but who are we...
we shall never know...
sometimes...
just hold a hand...
just touch a life...
just glimpse with love...
just reach out...
appreciate...
love...
one life...
dont just live it...
be the life...
give life...
cherish life...
and somewhere down the lane...
LIFE will find you...
Saturday, May 06, 2006
...to...
and so the saga raged on...
the bloodbaths...
the stench of death...
the cry of an orphan...
the pleads of young widows...
fell on deaf years...
there were no longer heroes to look upto...
the big bad wolves were no more...
man had assumed that role...
the little red riding hoods of the world were insecure as never before...
freedom did not come at a price...
it failed to turn up...
there was pain and anguish...
there were hungry malnourished mouths...
there was chaos...
and yet...
somewhere...
deep deep down...
there was a lingering hope...
a niche...
sensitive and pure...
a faint shimmer...
the outlines of a faint glow...
the beginning of a new era...
the ushering of the new age...
of vibrancy and stoicism...
there are times in our lives when the little occurences find new meanings...
when we start thanking our stars for all the good things that have happened...
and for all those bad things that never happened...
sometimes its good enough to thank...
thank...
your Lord...
your mentor...
your idols...
your peers...
it takes a single thought...
just a thought...
to make this place just a little better...
i feel that it's only when you are put to test that you embrace yourself and make your own existence proud of your mettle that you thought was never there...
this goes out to all those...
who had faith...
who stuck to their beliefs...
and who never faltered...
for PERSEVERANCE COMMANDETH SUCCESS...
sigh...
let the new dawn begin...
the bloodbaths...
the stench of death...
the cry of an orphan...
the pleads of young widows...
fell on deaf years...
there were no longer heroes to look upto...
the big bad wolves were no more...
man had assumed that role...
the little red riding hoods of the world were insecure as never before...
freedom did not come at a price...
it failed to turn up...
there was pain and anguish...
there were hungry malnourished mouths...
there was chaos...
and yet...
somewhere...
deep deep down...
there was a lingering hope...
a niche...
sensitive and pure...
a faint shimmer...
the outlines of a faint glow...
the beginning of a new era...
the ushering of the new age...
of vibrancy and stoicism...
there are times in our lives when the little occurences find new meanings...
when we start thanking our stars for all the good things that have happened...
and for all those bad things that never happened...
sometimes its good enough to thank...
thank...
your Lord...
your mentor...
your idols...
your peers...
it takes a single thought...
just a thought...
to make this place just a little better...
i feel that it's only when you are put to test that you embrace yourself and make your own existence proud of your mettle that you thought was never there...
this goes out to all those...
who had faith...
who stuck to their beliefs...
and who never faltered...
for PERSEVERANCE COMMANDETH SUCCESS...
sigh...
let the new dawn begin...
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
...if only they knew...
the ban hath been lifted...
the masses hath triumphed...
the processions marched ahoy...
there were festivities...
there were feasts...
but what there wasnt...
was the gloom...
the realisation of times...
of moments...
of instances...
of an era...
which hath deserted them...
though they were the deserters...
the era had moved on...
the civilization stood there...
basking in glory...
proud and obstinate...
but what no one knew...
was that...
the victors werent the rulers...
and the beggars werent the oppressed...
the tides had turned...
if only they knew...
if only...
the masses hath triumphed...
the processions marched ahoy...
there were festivities...
there were feasts...
but what there wasnt...
was the gloom...
the realisation of times...
of moments...
of instances...
of an era...
which hath deserted them...
though they were the deserters...
the era had moved on...
the civilization stood there...
basking in glory...
proud and obstinate...
but what no one knew...
was that...
the victors werent the rulers...
and the beggars werent the oppressed...
the tides had turned...
if only they knew...
if only...
...the anthem...
Hasan Suleman Rizwan has duly taken time off from blogspot because my mercurial room temperatures do not allow me to sit and write...the mind refuses to function and when it does the intellect ceases to imagine...thus i will hopefully be back by the weekend...time for the papers...
UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
Summersssssssssssssssssss...
HELPPPPPPPPPPPP...
UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
Summersssssssssssssssssss...
HELPPPPPPPPPPPP...
Friday, April 21, 2006
...he lived or did he?...
this goes out to moments...
moments...
MOMENTS!!!
some sad...
some bad...
times which made you cry...
moments shared...
times when you were hugged for no reason...
times when someone you love snuggled close...
times when you walked alone...
times when the rain pattered on your head...
times when your hair was caressed by the wind...
when tiny raindrops whispered in your ears...
times when you journeyed alone...
when the tarmac looked so gloomy...
when a house lay deserted...
when a loved one went away in your arms...forever...
memories can be painful...
memories can be refreshing...
memories can make us nauseous...
but know this...
you lived them...
you were a part of history...
the frame with your photo will be cherished...
will be frowned upon...
will be flaunted...
will be framed...
but...
you lived it...
through a picture...
a frame...
a moment...
a knot...
a nuptial...
a book...
you did...
and if you did...
then you are lucky...
that you had lived...
moments...
MOMENTS!!!
some sad...
some bad...
times which made you cry...
moments shared...
times when you were hugged for no reason...
times when someone you love snuggled close...
times when you walked alone...
times when the rain pattered on your head...
times when your hair was caressed by the wind...
when tiny raindrops whispered in your ears...
times when you journeyed alone...
when the tarmac looked so gloomy...
when a house lay deserted...
when a loved one went away in your arms...forever...
memories can be painful...
memories can be refreshing...
memories can make us nauseous...
but know this...
you lived them...
you were a part of history...
the frame with your photo will be cherished...
will be frowned upon...
will be flaunted...
will be framed...
but...
you lived it...
through a picture...
a frame...
a moment...
a knot...
a nuptial...
a book...
you did...
and if you did...
then you are lucky...
that you had lived...
Thursday, April 20, 2006
the nauseating pangs...
sometimes you burnout...
other times you fade way...
sometimes you just move along...
while there are times when you are stuck in the middle of nowhere...
you want to find meanings...
you want to make sense...
you seek to find...
sometimes its hidden in the gospels...
sometimes its hidden in our own lives...
sometimes all we need is to reach out...
how the little things in life can be so complicated...
how achievements can sometimes be undermined...
i feel that we should enjoy every moment...
seal it forever...
by doing something worthwhile...
something...
which arouses our instincts...
our soul...
which instigates us...
which crushes us...
which burns like a wild fire...
sometimes it can be an uncanny inspiration from someone whos always been your foe...
or someone whom u have looked upto and yet they have always let you down...
it can come from someone whom u thought neve knew you...
love can come from the bleakest corners...
and yet it can inspire you...
to change yourself...
to care for yourself...
because...
these waves of change will travel...
and we may end up benefiting a soul...
touching another life...
making a difference...
every emotion counts...
the journey has begun...
other times you fade way...
sometimes you just move along...
while there are times when you are stuck in the middle of nowhere...
you want to find meanings...
you want to make sense...
you seek to find...
sometimes its hidden in the gospels...
sometimes its hidden in our own lives...
sometimes all we need is to reach out...
how the little things in life can be so complicated...
how achievements can sometimes be undermined...
i feel that we should enjoy every moment...
seal it forever...
by doing something worthwhile...
something...
which arouses our instincts...
our soul...
which instigates us...
which crushes us...
which burns like a wild fire...
sometimes it can be an uncanny inspiration from someone whos always been your foe...
or someone whom u have looked upto and yet they have always let you down...
it can come from someone whom u thought neve knew you...
love can come from the bleakest corners...
and yet it can inspire you...
to change yourself...
to care for yourself...
because...
these waves of change will travel...
and we may end up benefiting a soul...
touching another life...
making a difference...
every emotion counts...
the journey has begun...
Monday, March 27, 2006
guess whos back...
after the dubious prison sentence...
i will continue to blog with renewed vigor...
so beware and watchout...
i have so much to write about...
so much to address...
to ponder and to clasp...
i close my fists...
i lock in an embrace...
for tomorrow i shall write...
the journey shall begin...
the pendulum hath been set in motion...
CHEERS...
to creativity...
to intellectual prowess...
P.S dear readers thankyou for your feedback and support...
i will continue to blog with renewed vigor...
so beware and watchout...
i have so much to write about...
so much to address...
to ponder and to clasp...
i close my fists...
i lock in an embrace...
for tomorrow i shall write...
the journey shall begin...
the pendulum hath been set in motion...
CHEERS...
to creativity...
to intellectual prowess...
P.S dear readers thankyou for your feedback and support...
Monday, March 13, 2006
an uncouth scenario
as it stands...
the internet hath struck again...
the age of technology has once again let us down...
i am unable to access my own blog...
and i dont know when this era of absolute darkness will ceaseth...
as of now...
i have to contend with 'The page cannot be displayed'
There is so much going on...
so much that i want to etch on paper...
so much that i want to bury amidst the hub hub...
the chaos shall deepen...
the soul will mourn...
till i engrave my thoughts...
in this world...
of internet...
of lurky wires and cables...
deep down in the sea bed...
i shall return...
cos tonight...
is the night...
like no other...
where...
i shall sit...
i shall express...
i shall be...
cos i am...
the internet hath struck again...
the age of technology has once again let us down...
i am unable to access my own blog...
and i dont know when this era of absolute darkness will ceaseth...
as of now...
i have to contend with 'The page cannot be displayed'
There is so much going on...
so much that i want to etch on paper...
so much that i want to bury amidst the hub hub...
the chaos shall deepen...
the soul will mourn...
till i engrave my thoughts...
in this world...
of internet...
of lurky wires and cables...
deep down in the sea bed...
i shall return...
cos tonight...
is the night...
like no other...
where...
i shall sit...
i shall express...
i shall be...
cos i am...
Friday, February 24, 2006
tribute to Ms Irony...
you know what's ironic...
when you feel like writing prose and you end up writing poetry...
when you can cry for all those times...
for all those souls...
when you want to write and yet you can't...
when you want to express and yet something tells you to hold back...
times when your bursting with anger and have to put up with everything...
times when you can't express...
when you can't hold back and yet the society coerces you to...
when your soul hath been raped...
when your body is stressed beyond repair...
when you tax your spirit...
when you burn the blood...
when you can live in another soul...
when you can desert your body and yet feel alive...
when you can sell off your dignity...
when you can and yet you can't...
when you want to and yet you don't...
when there is so much...
every popping windows tells a story...
every action translates into an endless barrage of new ideas and emotions...
when every occurence has a deeper meaning...
i don't know...
i really don't...
it's amazing when you can connect with another soul...
when you can feel like a stranger amongst friends...
when strangers are family...
when hostels are homes...
when emotions are a mere exaggeration...
ponder...
think...
brood...
someday it will make sense...
someday...
a day...
just a day...
a new day...
but nonetheless...
a day indeed...
when you feel like writing prose and you end up writing poetry...
when you can cry for all those times...
for all those souls...
when you want to write and yet you can't...
when you want to express and yet something tells you to hold back...
times when your bursting with anger and have to put up with everything...
times when you can't express...
when you can't hold back and yet the society coerces you to...
when your soul hath been raped...
when your body is stressed beyond repair...
when you tax your spirit...
when you burn the blood...
when you can live in another soul...
when you can desert your body and yet feel alive...
when you can sell off your dignity...
when you can and yet you can't...
when you want to and yet you don't...
when there is so much...
every popping windows tells a story...
every action translates into an endless barrage of new ideas and emotions...
when every occurence has a deeper meaning...
i don't know...
i really don't...
it's amazing when you can connect with another soul...
when you can feel like a stranger amongst friends...
when strangers are family...
when hostels are homes...
when emotions are a mere exaggeration...
ponder...
think...
brood...
someday it will make sense...
someday...
a day...
just a day...
a new day...
but nonetheless...
a day indeed...
Sunday, February 19, 2006
the urge to submit...
you know what's scary?...
when you can be shallow and deep at the same time...
when you can be an intellectual fool...
when you can be an angelic devil...
when you can be a satanic angel...
when you can be the bearer and the killer...
when you can be a murderer and a guardian...
who are we deceiving?...
Ladies and Gentlemen...
Welcome to the 21st Century...
Is it news to you that you are too advanced for your own good...?
Ohhhhhhhhhhh here are some facts...
The latest studies show that there is more racism and hatred that ever before...
there is war...there is destruction...there are gruesome deaths of youngmen who ought to be studying in a college.
There is this strange restlessness which has never been witnessed.
There are so many weapons of mass destruction that we don't need natural disasters...we are stupid enough...THANKYOU...
This has been a formidable century...
A century which saw off the bloodiest wars ever...where entire generations were wiped out...
This is a century where humans no longer have time to bond...
there is no more time for love...
there is no prior notions of culture and heritage...
we live in confused times...
our beliefs are no longer applicable...
we are capable of deceiving our ownselves...
we can sell our souls if the price is right...
The poverty levels have reached new highs...
there is a population boom...
the elderly just wouldn't die...
The holocaust which has long been predicted by Malthus and his followers is nearing...
Imagine if you are forced to digest all of this in your economics class...
Nowadays i am trying to be a good muslim. I ain't drawing any conclusions and neither am i suggesting anything...but i am merely pointing out that i am 'T R Y I N G'. For this purpose i take the road less travelled...The road which leads to a mosque, church, temple, synanogue. Be it Krishna or Oaaaaam, God or Allah the concept is the same...our modes of expressions vary just like our characteristics and language but the underlying notion is the same.
I feel that religion has less to do with actions and more to do with the thought that goes into it...i feel that it is not about the physical attributes and actions but rather the act of submission...the willingness to give in to a Higher Existence...you can pray everywhere...
You can pray by the lake...
by the riverside...
by the ocean...
by the ravine...
you can stand and proclaim His existence...
you can holler...
you can run buck naked...
you can be angry at Him...
you can refuse to obey...
you can be mad at Him...
But know this that He loves us...
He has incarnated us in this world...
He hath created our soul...
our manifestation is an expression of his superiority...
of an Existence which is ABSOLUTE...
And thus i am trying to pray...
ironic how we give in to bullies...
how we are in awe of people who are above us in any mode of hierarchy...
why care...
why bother...
all you have to do is put your hands together and pray...
I feel that the need to rise...the need to stand up...the need to love...the need to acclimitize ourselves to the political scenario and the need to stand united is far greater than it has ever been...
There is a saying which states, 'God helps those who help themselves.'
and thus i pray...
atleast i try...
when you can be shallow and deep at the same time...
when you can be an intellectual fool...
when you can be an angelic devil...
when you can be a satanic angel...
when you can be the bearer and the killer...
when you can be a murderer and a guardian...
who are we deceiving?...
Ladies and Gentlemen...
Welcome to the 21st Century...
Is it news to you that you are too advanced for your own good...?
Ohhhhhhhhhhh here are some facts...
The latest studies show that there is more racism and hatred that ever before...
there is war...there is destruction...there are gruesome deaths of youngmen who ought to be studying in a college.
There is this strange restlessness which has never been witnessed.
There are so many weapons of mass destruction that we don't need natural disasters...we are stupid enough...THANKYOU...
This has been a formidable century...
A century which saw off the bloodiest wars ever...where entire generations were wiped out...
This is a century where humans no longer have time to bond...
there is no more time for love...
there is no prior notions of culture and heritage...
we live in confused times...
our beliefs are no longer applicable...
we are capable of deceiving our ownselves...
we can sell our souls if the price is right...
The poverty levels have reached new highs...
there is a population boom...
the elderly just wouldn't die...
The holocaust which has long been predicted by Malthus and his followers is nearing...
Imagine if you are forced to digest all of this in your economics class...
Nowadays i am trying to be a good muslim. I ain't drawing any conclusions and neither am i suggesting anything...but i am merely pointing out that i am 'T R Y I N G'. For this purpose i take the road less travelled...The road which leads to a mosque, church, temple, synanogue. Be it Krishna or Oaaaaam, God or Allah the concept is the same...our modes of expressions vary just like our characteristics and language but the underlying notion is the same.
I feel that religion has less to do with actions and more to do with the thought that goes into it...i feel that it is not about the physical attributes and actions but rather the act of submission...the willingness to give in to a Higher Existence...you can pray everywhere...
You can pray by the lake...
by the riverside...
by the ocean...
by the ravine...
you can stand and proclaim His existence...
you can holler...
you can run buck naked...
you can be angry at Him...
you can refuse to obey...
you can be mad at Him...
But know this that He loves us...
He has incarnated us in this world...
He hath created our soul...
our manifestation is an expression of his superiority...
of an Existence which is ABSOLUTE...
And thus i am trying to pray...
ironic how we give in to bullies...
how we are in awe of people who are above us in any mode of hierarchy...
why care...
why bother...
all you have to do is put your hands together and pray...
I feel that the need to rise...the need to stand up...the need to love...the need to acclimitize ourselves to the political scenario and the need to stand united is far greater than it has ever been...
There is a saying which states, 'God helps those who help themselves.'
and thus i pray...
atleast i try...
Saturday, February 18, 2006
to the higher echelons...
isn't transition beautiful...
i marvel at the human mind...
the grit...
the poise...
the elegance...
the beauty...
the stages of our development...
the intricasies of our intellect...
the dark, murky passages in our minds...
our ability to walk out of tricky situations...
how an equilubrium is maintained...
how the inertia keeps our motion in check...
and when that motion gets out of control...
we hallucinate...
visions bind us...
chaos is prevalent...
suddenly a barrier is removed...
suddenly we are able to see...
that is when the madness creeps in...
when sanity is preyed upon...
there is so much on my mind...
i am thinking about us...
from poetry to prose...
from light to darkness...
from dawn till dusk...
from unflinching love to loathing...
from a caterpillar to a butterfly...
from an infant to a grownup...
from a mortal to immortality...
from the clasps of the devil to righteousness...
from plundering to piety...
from the altars of justice to anarchy...
maybe i fail to make sense...
maybe i fail to connect...
i desperately seek...
in the jungles...
amidst the hubhub...
in meandering valleys...
to the trodden alleys...
amongst the monks and the priests...
to the forbidden land...
it's scary when we lose ourselves...
it's sad when we pursue ulterior motives...
when we are driven by lust and power...
it's sad when fame claims another victim...
sad when money topples yet another soul...
sad when the devil outbids the pious...
i want to break free...
i am in clasps...
i am going...
my organs desert me...
my soul has turned its back...
i try...
desperation sinks in...
i toil...
i shout...
i struggle...
my time is up...
my time is up...
my time is up...
...he lay on his desk...
asleep...
peace hath prevailed...
i marvel at the human mind...
the grit...
the poise...
the elegance...
the beauty...
the stages of our development...
the intricasies of our intellect...
the dark, murky passages in our minds...
our ability to walk out of tricky situations...
how an equilubrium is maintained...
how the inertia keeps our motion in check...
and when that motion gets out of control...
we hallucinate...
visions bind us...
chaos is prevalent...
suddenly a barrier is removed...
suddenly we are able to see...
that is when the madness creeps in...
when sanity is preyed upon...
there is so much on my mind...
i am thinking about us...
from poetry to prose...
from light to darkness...
from dawn till dusk...
from unflinching love to loathing...
from a caterpillar to a butterfly...
from an infant to a grownup...
from a mortal to immortality...
from the clasps of the devil to righteousness...
from plundering to piety...
from the altars of justice to anarchy...
maybe i fail to make sense...
maybe i fail to connect...
i desperately seek...
in the jungles...
amidst the hubhub...
in meandering valleys...
to the trodden alleys...
amongst the monks and the priests...
to the forbidden land...
it's scary when we lose ourselves...
it's sad when we pursue ulterior motives...
when we are driven by lust and power...
it's sad when fame claims another victim...
sad when money topples yet another soul...
sad when the devil outbids the pious...
i want to break free...
i am in clasps...
i am going...
my organs desert me...
my soul has turned its back...
i try...
desperation sinks in...
i toil...
i shout...
i struggle...
my time is up...
my time is up...
my time is up...
...he lay on his desk...
asleep...
peace hath prevailed...
Thursday, February 16, 2006
to that lil child...
the blood hath spilled...
the bodies lay there...
someone's father...
someone's child...
someone's brother...
lay there...
another life had been lost...
another newspaper headline hath been made...
a life wasted...
the gory realities...
Let me tell you about this incident that happened on the fourteenth. We were all at Lums and everyone was receiving phone calls from their frantic parents or siblings asking about their wellbeing, and it dawned on us that there was upheaval and the masses were wreaking havoc amongst their own brothers. One of my friends, who never ceases to grab attentions by his funny comments and the JAAAALLY BOI SYNDROME came upto me. He proudly related this accident which had happened to him a while back. While on his way...he was confronted by men who inquired if he was shia or sunni...he was obviously taken aback but sharp as he was duly replied that he was a christian and thus was asked to shoo off...A proud christian in the making...
what happens when we renounce our faith...
when we turn our backs on our beliefs...
when our teachings fail to enlighten us...
when a holy book ceases to be important...
which we are supposed to safekeep in remote places of the house...
away from the prying eyes...
what happens when there is a protest without a cause...
when the newspapers are without headlines...
when humans are without love...
when actions are without principles...
blood hath spilled...
innocense lost forever...
an eight year old boy lay dead...
why this mass violence...
there is a mother...
there is a sister...
there are relatives...
mourning...
crying...
for a soul lost forever...
for a son who never brought back his first pay...
for a brother who never saw off his sister on her wedding...
there will be no more...
there are machine guns manned at civilians...
there are buildings going up in flames...
hath they not known...???
these very buildings provide for their livlihood...
that the motorcycles that they burnt are of their own brethren...
that this country is indeed theirs too...
why are we lost?...
why is there no hope...
why is there so much ignorance...
there is an air of acceptibility...
as if this is normal...
no one to turn to...
lawlessness...
while this goes on...
there were couples who had better things to do...
who sneaked...
who sinned...
who were wary of whatever was happening...
and yet their eyes were blinded...
their souls were knotted...
they cursed the unknown for a day wasted...
a day of opportunity...
a day of flattery...
a day for love...
HMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
today...
no religion binds us...
no faith reinvigorates us...
there are no mechanisms...
no institutions...
no religious obligations...
there are ulterior motives...
there are leaders who cant lead...
there are followers who cant follow...
there are observers who cant observe...
there are directors who cant direct...
there are coordinators who cant coordinate...
frankly...
i am disappointed...
at this hostile display of violence...
telenor banners going down...
KFC being burnt...
Ronald McDonald being beaten up...
do you know that KFC etc have Pakistani employees...
that they too are amongst us...
do you know that an entreprenuer from America hath not committed any fault...
he prospered...
hate him...
hit him...
kill him...
but...
but...
BUT...
do not work...
do not be positive...
do not reflect within...
do not uphold the values propagated by Islam...
and in the meantime...
The Danish people will smile...
so will the rest of the European and North American community...
just what they had thought hath been proven...
once again...
i sit down...
heave in...breathe out...
breathe in...breathe out...
NUMB...
The funeral procession begins...
Bon voyage lil one...
the bodies lay there...
someone's father...
someone's child...
someone's brother...
lay there...
another life had been lost...
another newspaper headline hath been made...
a life wasted...
the gory realities...
Let me tell you about this incident that happened on the fourteenth. We were all at Lums and everyone was receiving phone calls from their frantic parents or siblings asking about their wellbeing, and it dawned on us that there was upheaval and the masses were wreaking havoc amongst their own brothers. One of my friends, who never ceases to grab attentions by his funny comments and the JAAAALLY BOI SYNDROME came upto me. He proudly related this accident which had happened to him a while back. While on his way...he was confronted by men who inquired if he was shia or sunni...he was obviously taken aback but sharp as he was duly replied that he was a christian and thus was asked to shoo off...A proud christian in the making...
what happens when we renounce our faith...
when we turn our backs on our beliefs...
when our teachings fail to enlighten us...
when a holy book ceases to be important...
which we are supposed to safekeep in remote places of the house...
away from the prying eyes...
what happens when there is a protest without a cause...
when the newspapers are without headlines...
when humans are without love...
when actions are without principles...
blood hath spilled...
innocense lost forever...
an eight year old boy lay dead...
why this mass violence...
there is a mother...
there is a sister...
there are relatives...
mourning...
crying...
for a soul lost forever...
for a son who never brought back his first pay...
for a brother who never saw off his sister on her wedding...
there will be no more...
there are machine guns manned at civilians...
there are buildings going up in flames...
hath they not known...???
these very buildings provide for their livlihood...
that the motorcycles that they burnt are of their own brethren...
that this country is indeed theirs too...
why are we lost?...
why is there no hope...
why is there so much ignorance...
there is an air of acceptibility...
as if this is normal...
no one to turn to...
lawlessness...
while this goes on...
there were couples who had better things to do...
who sneaked...
who sinned...
who were wary of whatever was happening...
and yet their eyes were blinded...
their souls were knotted...
they cursed the unknown for a day wasted...
a day of opportunity...
a day of flattery...
a day for love...
HMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
today...
no religion binds us...
no faith reinvigorates us...
there are no mechanisms...
no institutions...
no religious obligations...
there are ulterior motives...
there are leaders who cant lead...
there are followers who cant follow...
there are observers who cant observe...
there are directors who cant direct...
there are coordinators who cant coordinate...
frankly...
i am disappointed...
at this hostile display of violence...
telenor banners going down...
KFC being burnt...
Ronald McDonald being beaten up...
do you know that KFC etc have Pakistani employees...
that they too are amongst us...
do you know that an entreprenuer from America hath not committed any fault...
he prospered...
hate him...
hit him...
kill him...
but...
but...
BUT...
do not work...
do not be positive...
do not reflect within...
do not uphold the values propagated by Islam...
and in the meantime...
The Danish people will smile...
so will the rest of the European and North American community...
just what they had thought hath been proven...
once again...
i sit down...
heave in...breathe out...
breathe in...breathe out...
NUMB...
The funeral procession begins...
Bon voyage lil one...
Saturday, February 11, 2006
to love...
humans have weaknesses...
we can't get enough...
we can't live enough...
we can't digest enough...
we can't hurt enough...
we can't love enough...
we can't hog enough...
we can't bitch enough...
we just can't...
seemingly we have learnt to be selfish...
love is for the rich...
love is for those who can shower a bracelet...
who can spare a necklace...
who can gift a diamond...
love has walked out...
from the destitute...
the poor...
the needy...
the special children...
love hath commercialized...
love is in posh restaurants...
love is a commercial entity...
if you love you better have a pocket to go along with it...
love is no longer a feeling...
no longer an emotion...
we pestered love...
we raped love...
we massacred love...
we brutally traumatized love...
we spill blood...
blood is a snippet of our gory imagination...
we have a lust for the red liquid...
today...
love is taken away...
love is denied to little children...
mothers wail...
orphans weep...
fathers and brothers lay dead...
the widow bandwagon is brimming...
the newborn toll is rising...
and yet...
love hath walked away...
the war shall go on...
a war to jeopardize...
a war to plunder
i shall stand there...
a mere spectator...
wishing...
yearning...
yelping...
someday...
HELLLLL SOMEDAY...
a mere speckle shines...
up up up...
we can't get enough...
we can't live enough...
we can't digest enough...
we can't hurt enough...
we can't love enough...
we can't hog enough...
we can't bitch enough...
we just can't...
seemingly we have learnt to be selfish...
love is for the rich...
love is for those who can shower a bracelet...
who can spare a necklace...
who can gift a diamond...
love has walked out...
from the destitute...
the poor...
the needy...
the special children...
love hath commercialized...
love is in posh restaurants...
love is a commercial entity...
if you love you better have a pocket to go along with it...
love is no longer a feeling...
no longer an emotion...
we pestered love...
we raped love...
we massacred love...
we brutally traumatized love...
we spill blood...
blood is a snippet of our gory imagination...
we have a lust for the red liquid...
today...
love is taken away...
love is denied to little children...
mothers wail...
orphans weep...
fathers and brothers lay dead...
the widow bandwagon is brimming...
the newborn toll is rising...
and yet...
love hath walked away...
the war shall go on...
a war to jeopardize...
a war to plunder
i shall stand there...
a mere spectator...
wishing...
yearning...
yelping...
someday...
HELLLLL SOMEDAY...
a mere speckle shines...
up up up...
Thursday, February 09, 2006
One day...
notice the matrix...
look into it...
look deep...
you are a part of it...
like it...
OR LEAVE IT...
today is historic...
tomorrow will be historic...
the landscape will change...
the topology shall differ...
the expression shall differ...
the underlying thoughts will be the same...
ever noticed universal expressions...
be it an african child...
an eskimo...
a Tibetan Monk...
a Nepalese sherpa...
a Red Indian...
A tribesman in Amazon...
pain,hunger,love,hate are all global expressions...
today is a day...
today is a moment...
which shall be long gone by tomorrow...
while we are here...
we must make the experience more liveable...
we ought to be the change that we want to witness in the world...
i sit down and ponder...
ponder over the inner turbulence and chaos...
something does not mesh in...
something does not cog together...
something which disrupts the flow...
something which curbs the matrix...
the perfect circle...
i see it...
its everywhere...
today is pain...
Embarrassingly we live in a world which is increasingly marred by conflict...
where racial divides are prevalent...
where racism and hatred is widespread...
where religions are frowned upon...
where ethnicities are invented to fuel more divides...
we sit...
we witness...
we listen...
we are numb...
while the cog continues to dwindle...
we stand by...
waiting...
today cartoons voice the opinions of the West...
man is under immense duress...
man is under identity crisis...
its scary when you dont know why you are here...
when you dont know your purpose...
ever woken up and felt totally empty...
every felt as if there was no hope...
there was no ambition to fuel you...
no force to motivate you...
today...violence is widespread...
killings are the order of the day...
there are orphans lined up...
there are widows in despair...
there are amputated young men...
there are childless parents...
there is pain...
there is agony...
today is indeed a day...
a day to ponder...
a day to love...
a day to reach out...
i day to learn...
the mistake hath been committed...
the good hath prevailed over the evil...
but the cost...
the sacrifice...
identify bigger causes...
sometimes i feel so empty...
sometimes i feel...
there is blood...
there is mayhem...
but the chivalrous one...
shall lead by example...
my life is a drag...
the more you puff...
the habitual you become...
the more the lust...
the quicker the end...
in the mayhem...
i stand guard and witness...
one day...
look into it...
look deep...
you are a part of it...
like it...
OR LEAVE IT...
today is historic...
tomorrow will be historic...
the landscape will change...
the topology shall differ...
the expression shall differ...
the underlying thoughts will be the same...
ever noticed universal expressions...
be it an african child...
an eskimo...
a Tibetan Monk...
a Nepalese sherpa...
a Red Indian...
A tribesman in Amazon...
pain,hunger,love,hate are all global expressions...
today is a day...
today is a moment...
which shall be long gone by tomorrow...
while we are here...
we must make the experience more liveable...
we ought to be the change that we want to witness in the world...
i sit down and ponder...
ponder over the inner turbulence and chaos...
something does not mesh in...
something does not cog together...
something which disrupts the flow...
something which curbs the matrix...
the perfect circle...
i see it...
its everywhere...
today is pain...
Embarrassingly we live in a world which is increasingly marred by conflict...
where racial divides are prevalent...
where racism and hatred is widespread...
where religions are frowned upon...
where ethnicities are invented to fuel more divides...
we sit...
we witness...
we listen...
we are numb...
while the cog continues to dwindle...
we stand by...
waiting...
today cartoons voice the opinions of the West...
man is under immense duress...
man is under identity crisis...
its scary when you dont know why you are here...
when you dont know your purpose...
ever woken up and felt totally empty...
every felt as if there was no hope...
there was no ambition to fuel you...
no force to motivate you...
today...violence is widespread...
killings are the order of the day...
there are orphans lined up...
there are widows in despair...
there are amputated young men...
there are childless parents...
there is pain...
there is agony...
today is indeed a day...
a day to ponder...
a day to love...
a day to reach out...
i day to learn...
the mistake hath been committed...
the good hath prevailed over the evil...
but the cost...
the sacrifice...
identify bigger causes...
sometimes i feel so empty...
sometimes i feel...
there is blood...
there is mayhem...
but the chivalrous one...
shall lead by example...
my life is a drag...
the more you puff...
the habitual you become...
the more the lust...
the quicker the end...
in the mayhem...
i stand guard and witness...
one day...
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
to the Higher Existence
amidst the hub hub...
there lies...
the ancient secret...
a secret which hath not been ordained...
its origins arent man made...
it lies all around us...
amidst the mountains...
the serenity...
the tranquil valleys...
the calm lakes...
the gory deserts...
the fertile plains...
the lush, brazen horizons...
they proclaim...
they bow...
whilst we are engaged...
whilst we waste ahoy...
in the green meadows...
amongst the pulchritudinos valleys...
while we strut...
drunken...
wasteful of our oblivion...
there is a truth...
there is a higher existence...
look at the skies...
the stars proclaim it...
the winds sway to it...
the flowers profess it...
while war wreaks havoc...
kills, massacres and annihilates...
while many are orphaned...
others left homeless...
others freezing...
we lie down thinking...
thinking...
about materialistic pursuits...
we dont have to worry about our next meal...
our debit cards are on the forefront of our worries...
what do we know about thirst...
the thirst for knowledge...
the spiritual thrust...
we know not...
cos we hath not...
while i try...
while i engage...
while i am turbulently reminded...
i reminisce...
i want to...
i need to...
ohhhh Lordddddddddddddddddddd...
and the words ceaseth to be...
cease to flow...
and i walk alone...
to the road to oblivion...
to a place...
where there is tranquility...
where there is love...
where there is happiness...
where there is purity...
i discover...
the cycle goes on and on...
the wheel never ceases...
there lies...
the ancient secret...
a secret which hath not been ordained...
its origins arent man made...
it lies all around us...
amidst the mountains...
the serenity...
the tranquil valleys...
the calm lakes...
the gory deserts...
the fertile plains...
the lush, brazen horizons...
they proclaim...
they bow...
whilst we are engaged...
whilst we waste ahoy...
in the green meadows...
amongst the pulchritudinos valleys...
while we strut...
drunken...
wasteful of our oblivion...
there is a truth...
there is a higher existence...
look at the skies...
the stars proclaim it...
the winds sway to it...
the flowers profess it...
while war wreaks havoc...
kills, massacres and annihilates...
while many are orphaned...
others left homeless...
others freezing...
we lie down thinking...
thinking...
about materialistic pursuits...
we dont have to worry about our next meal...
our debit cards are on the forefront of our worries...
what do we know about thirst...
the thirst for knowledge...
the spiritual thrust...
we know not...
cos we hath not...
while i try...
while i engage...
while i am turbulently reminded...
i reminisce...
i want to...
i need to...
ohhhh Lordddddddddddddddddddd...
and the words ceaseth to be...
cease to flow...
and i walk alone...
to the road to oblivion...
to a place...
where there is tranquility...
where there is love...
where there is happiness...
where there is purity...
i discover...
the cycle goes on and on...
the wheel never ceases...
to those times
there will be times...
times when there would be no one to turn to...
times of despair...
time of anguish and pain...
times when nothing will fall in place...
times of havoc...
times...
when you cant close your eyes...
because it pains...
pains to see...
the unseen...
pains to be...
pains to breathe...
there will be times when everyone turns their back...
lose faith on you...
times when you are written off...
times when you are forsaken...
and those are times...
when you discover the unseen...
the unknown...
when the enigma opens up...
there are times in our lives when we feel as if we cant move on...
there is no hope...
there is no motivation...
when your loved ones are nomore...
when the going gets tough...
i have known...
i hath known...
i shall know...
the feeling of disbelief...
the feeling of being let down...
the feeling of being no good...
the feeling of letting those who believed in you down...
times when the despair sinks in...
its ironic how you can be in the clutches of doom and despair...
and suddenly discover yourself...
the deeper they are...
the bigger and mindboggling the test...
the test of our ultimate mettle...
the test of our faith...
everyday is a test...
everyday is a proving ground...
a day when the questions are the answers...
when our foes are our friends...
a shelter becomes our home...
those are times indeed...
times...
good times...
better times...
everyday that gave you a reason to smile...
every hour that gave you the satisfaction to carry on...
every minute that gave you strength...
every moment spent meditating...
those are times well spent...
times accumulating experience...
times spent broadening your horizons...
let your soul be...
just be...
and those times will do you justice...
those times are around the corner...
just hold onto your faith...
and let the flow be...
times when there would be no one to turn to...
times of despair...
time of anguish and pain...
times when nothing will fall in place...
times of havoc...
times...
when you cant close your eyes...
because it pains...
pains to see...
the unseen...
pains to be...
pains to breathe...
there will be times when everyone turns their back...
lose faith on you...
times when you are written off...
times when you are forsaken...
and those are times...
when you discover the unseen...
the unknown...
when the enigma opens up...
there are times in our lives when we feel as if we cant move on...
there is no hope...
there is no motivation...
when your loved ones are nomore...
when the going gets tough...
i have known...
i hath known...
i shall know...
the feeling of disbelief...
the feeling of being let down...
the feeling of being no good...
the feeling of letting those who believed in you down...
times when the despair sinks in...
its ironic how you can be in the clutches of doom and despair...
and suddenly discover yourself...
the deeper they are...
the bigger and mindboggling the test...
the test of our ultimate mettle...
the test of our faith...
everyday is a test...
everyday is a proving ground...
a day when the questions are the answers...
when our foes are our friends...
a shelter becomes our home...
those are times indeed...
times...
good times...
better times...
everyday that gave you a reason to smile...
every hour that gave you the satisfaction to carry on...
every minute that gave you strength...
every moment spent meditating...
those are times well spent...
times accumulating experience...
times spent broadening your horizons...
let your soul be...
just be...
and those times will do you justice...
those times are around the corner...
just hold onto your faith...
and let the flow be...
Monday, January 23, 2006
to...
there is beauty...
in the night...
in our dreams...
in our troubles...
in our pain...
amidst the chaos...
and the burgeoning troubles...
amassing all the time...
Sometimes we ought to let go of our troubles...
sometimes we ought to just take in whatever is coming our way with a brave face...
sometimes we have to meditate within...
sometimes we have to sheath our soul...
sometimes we can doubt our existence...
our shoddy imagination can go awry...
there are times when we need to remind ourselves that we are here for a reason...
that we ought to appreciate the beauty prevalent...
that we ought to take in as much of it as we can...
sometimes we ought to remind ourselves that life is how we etch it...
true life boasts of colors...
of unspoken horizons...
of the alternative angles...
but life is what you make of it...
how you infer...
how you decipher...
how you interpret...
life exists amongst us...
there is a world within our world...
we ought to lighten it...
we ought to decorate it like a Christmas tree...
which is why festivals are so important...
they are a snap back to reality...
sometimes we ought to thank the janitors...
to the people who are here on our beck and call...
sometimes its important to just say thankyou...
sometimes its important to say 'i'm sorry'...
to me life is about travelling...
life is about meditating by the river...
solitude amidst the forests...
standing on the tallest peak and crying out loud...
to me its about peeking at the monks...
droppin in on the buddhists...
visiting the temples and the altars...
the landscape may change...
but the thought doesnt...
from the mosques to the church...
from kosher to hilal...
life is about music...
life is like a symphony which has a bandwidth...
it follows it...
it playfully curves...
has its ups and downs...
and comes to rest...
eventually...
life is like the beat of the african drums...
its like ecstasy...
like nirvana...
you have to tune in...
to the pitch...
the band...
the symphony...
the focal point...
connect the soul...
and the spirit...
link it with your heart...
beckon your nerves...
intuitively caution your fears...
fly...
to the moon...
to the stars...
they await...
sit back and enjoy a nice meal in an uninhibited valley...
dance in the african savannas...
amidst the wielding Alps...
and the arty Andes...
by the Hudson Bay...
in a chateau in France...
to the nightingales in Florence...
from the frozen landscape deemed RUSSIA...
to the brazen Himalayas...
enjoy the ride...
revvvv it up...
heave it in...
and someday you would know that you have lived...
INDEED you have...
in the night...
in our dreams...
in our troubles...
in our pain...
amidst the chaos...
and the burgeoning troubles...
amassing all the time...
Sometimes we ought to let go of our troubles...
sometimes we ought to just take in whatever is coming our way with a brave face...
sometimes we have to meditate within...
sometimes we have to sheath our soul...
sometimes we can doubt our existence...
our shoddy imagination can go awry...
there are times when we need to remind ourselves that we are here for a reason...
that we ought to appreciate the beauty prevalent...
that we ought to take in as much of it as we can...
sometimes we ought to remind ourselves that life is how we etch it...
true life boasts of colors...
of unspoken horizons...
of the alternative angles...
but life is what you make of it...
how you infer...
how you decipher...
how you interpret...
life exists amongst us...
there is a world within our world...
we ought to lighten it...
we ought to decorate it like a Christmas tree...
which is why festivals are so important...
they are a snap back to reality...
sometimes we ought to thank the janitors...
to the people who are here on our beck and call...
sometimes its important to just say thankyou...
sometimes its important to say 'i'm sorry'...
to me life is about travelling...
life is about meditating by the river...
solitude amidst the forests...
standing on the tallest peak and crying out loud...
to me its about peeking at the monks...
droppin in on the buddhists...
visiting the temples and the altars...
the landscape may change...
but the thought doesnt...
from the mosques to the church...
from kosher to hilal...
life is about music...
life is like a symphony which has a bandwidth...
it follows it...
it playfully curves...
has its ups and downs...
and comes to rest...
eventually...
life is like the beat of the african drums...
its like ecstasy...
like nirvana...
you have to tune in...
to the pitch...
the band...
the symphony...
the focal point...
connect the soul...
and the spirit...
link it with your heart...
beckon your nerves...
intuitively caution your fears...
fly...
to the moon...
to the stars...
they await...
sit back and enjoy a nice meal in an uninhibited valley...
dance in the african savannas...
amidst the wielding Alps...
and the arty Andes...
by the Hudson Bay...
in a chateau in France...
to the nightingales in Florence...
from the frozen landscape deemed RUSSIA...
to the brazen Himalayas...
enjoy the ride...
revvvv it up...
heave it in...
and someday you would know that you have lived...
INDEED you have...
Sunday, January 22, 2006
to the future...
the beginnings of an end...
vestiges of a civilization...
remnants of a memory...
rudimentary road less travelled...
the tranquil lanes within...
the levies which bound us...
the rye that propels you...
the haste that rides upon you...
the lust for power...
the pleasure of pain...
the rape of a soul...
the workings of the devil...
the manifestoes of the rich...
the silent pleads of the poor...
the perfect rotundity of the circle...
the callous workings of the human mind...
the selfish relentless pursuits of money...
the monetary facet of our existence...
of our relations...
the circle keeps growing on us...
while darkness spreads upon us...
the dawn of purity just never reaches us...
all our lives...
we pass off in haste...
amidst hunger for power...
there was a time...
when dreams were operable...
where there were no selfish motives...
where innocense was prevalent...
the childhood arena...
the dilemma of being OLD...
being an adult...
being educated...
all those realms...
that we achieved...
the dreams walked away...
the visions deserted...
innocense was raped...
amidst the chaos...
there was me...
there is NO ME...
i pose...
i pass off...
i smile...
i tactfully skip...
and skim...
all those time...im chasing away from my own self...
i am my own prisoner...
locked in my own prison...
by my own soul...
there will be a time...
where the torment shall not be...
the pain will subside...
the wounds will heal...
and i will b there...
walking by...
with you in my arms...
vestiges of a civilization...
remnants of a memory...
rudimentary road less travelled...
the tranquil lanes within...
the levies which bound us...
the rye that propels you...
the haste that rides upon you...
the lust for power...
the pleasure of pain...
the rape of a soul...
the workings of the devil...
the manifestoes of the rich...
the silent pleads of the poor...
the perfect rotundity of the circle...
the callous workings of the human mind...
the selfish relentless pursuits of money...
the monetary facet of our existence...
of our relations...
the circle keeps growing on us...
while darkness spreads upon us...
the dawn of purity just never reaches us...
all our lives...
we pass off in haste...
amidst hunger for power...
there was a time...
when dreams were operable...
where there were no selfish motives...
where innocense was prevalent...
the childhood arena...
the dilemma of being OLD...
being an adult...
being educated...
all those realms...
that we achieved...
the dreams walked away...
the visions deserted...
innocense was raped...
amidst the chaos...
there was me...
there is NO ME...
i pose...
i pass off...
i smile...
i tactfully skip...
and skim...
all those time...im chasing away from my own self...
i am my own prisoner...
locked in my own prison...
by my own soul...
there will be a time...
where the torment shall not be...
the pain will subside...
the wounds will heal...
and i will b there...
walking by...
with you in my arms...
my sacrifice...
there was a light...
there was a ray...
there was a niche...
there was the circle...
there was an urge...
there was...
a Messiah...
who cured...
who healed...
who gave birth to life...
who trampled upon death...
yet there he lay...
weak and dying...
The world hath no Messiah...
the world was too busy plundering...
was too busy sinning...
sometimes look around...
appreciate the beauty...
the rustling of the leaves...
the chirps of the birds...
how they excitedly point at the miracle that we deem life...
the beginnings of a new day...
a new hope...
the dawning of a new christening...
rendering of the gods...
sometimes we need to delve in...
walk on the snow covered grass bare feet...
know the cold...let it penetrate...
it would enlighten your soul...
it would cleanse you...
notice the amputated man...
the man who silently lies there in an asylum knowing he's sane...
know the suffering of a man who's son turned his back when he was in a fragile state...
the man who hath not known love...
no family...
no emotions...
no feeling of being wanted...
a rich man is not a rich man...
a poor man is not a poor man...
a carpenter aint a carpenter...
a banker aint just a banker...
notice the roles...
the bigger picture...
the reason...
look at a young child who hath neve known the magic of books...
he is the garbage collector...
the newspaper boy...
the workshop boy...
he never knew bliss...
sometimes it is important to know pain...
sometimes it is important to experience it...
to explore it...
to alleviate yourself to the next spiritual level...
deny yourself...
walk in the dark...
walk in the mist...
walk in the eerie forests...
just walk...
empty streets...
deploring alleys...
that to me is life...
the essence...
pain me...
HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL please...
beat me...
hate me...
ridicule me...
cruxified...
nailed...
but one day...
i shall be out there...
and your chains that clasp me will not be...
you will be rotten and your faeces will be feasted upon...
that day...
will be my day...
my life...
my existence...
there was a ray...
there was a niche...
there was the circle...
there was an urge...
there was...
a Messiah...
who cured...
who healed...
who gave birth to life...
who trampled upon death...
yet there he lay...
weak and dying...
The world hath no Messiah...
the world was too busy plundering...
was too busy sinning...
sometimes look around...
appreciate the beauty...
the rustling of the leaves...
the chirps of the birds...
how they excitedly point at the miracle that we deem life...
the beginnings of a new day...
a new hope...
the dawning of a new christening...
rendering of the gods...
sometimes we need to delve in...
walk on the snow covered grass bare feet...
know the cold...let it penetrate...
it would enlighten your soul...
it would cleanse you...
notice the amputated man...
the man who silently lies there in an asylum knowing he's sane...
know the suffering of a man who's son turned his back when he was in a fragile state...
the man who hath not known love...
no family...
no emotions...
no feeling of being wanted...
a rich man is not a rich man...
a poor man is not a poor man...
a carpenter aint a carpenter...
a banker aint just a banker...
notice the roles...
the bigger picture...
the reason...
look at a young child who hath neve known the magic of books...
he is the garbage collector...
the newspaper boy...
the workshop boy...
he never knew bliss...
sometimes it is important to know pain...
sometimes it is important to experience it...
to explore it...
to alleviate yourself to the next spiritual level...
deny yourself...
walk in the dark...
walk in the mist...
walk in the eerie forests...
just walk...
empty streets...
deploring alleys...
that to me is life...
the essence...
pain me...
HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL please...
beat me...
hate me...
ridicule me...
cruxified...
nailed...
but one day...
i shall be out there...
and your chains that clasp me will not be...
you will be rotten and your faeces will be feasted upon...
that day...
will be my day...
my life...
my existence...
Friday, January 20, 2006
Sometimes...
sometimes we need our little space...
right now my writing may seem very very confused and the reason is because i am overwhelmed by the amount of ideas and notions that are currently STUCK UP in my head...
largely thanks to no internet as i was travelling...
Eid...
and that too the meat festival...
for muslims eid is a symbolic festival to mark a point of time in history where Prophet Abraham was ordained to sacrifice his son...
We happen to take it in literal terms and the show of cattle is a show of affluence and status...
HOW WONDERFUL :)
its a time to trash your cities...
its a time to show off your state of the art COW etc...
its a time to send meat to the more influential ones in your circle...
what happened to the poor?
hahahahahahahahaha...u losers...
what becomes of them...NOTHING...
but the poor are richer than us...
they yield the power...
the power to decipher and infer...
a power to realise...
to find meanings of their existence...
Eid my friends...is not about eating like hogs...
its like about the meat and the money which goes into the lavish dinners...
its about the feeling deep down inside...
its about the inner soul...
but where art our inner souls?
no sire...
we prefer to party...
we prefer to drink...
booze and latinos...
perfect combination...
is there a home...when you get mugged in your own neighbourhood...
is it a fraternity if your on your own...
is there a brotherhood if you have to protect your back...
are there friends...
when you seem to be hungry...
are there bonds, when you hopelessly lunge around in the shady parts of your town looking for a way to survive...
this is to all those who judge...
to all those who are so cocksure of themselves...
this is to those arrogant ones who seem as if they own the whole earth...
this is to those fartheads who look down on the poor...
who think they are cool because they have the latest in gadgetery...
who feel that they are somehow better because they get french manicures...
DUDES U SUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK...
this is to those who stood up...
who faced their excruciating circumstances...
stayeth beneath the lamp posts in a deserted street reading...
this is to those who made a difference...
sometimes we can change...
it is in us...
we just need to exploit...
and let go of the materialistic half...
sometimes its nice to travel by public transport...
sometimes its good to have no money in your pocket...
sometimes it nice to be somewhere where your a complete alien...
sometimes...
SOMETIMESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...
right now my writing may seem very very confused and the reason is because i am overwhelmed by the amount of ideas and notions that are currently STUCK UP in my head...
largely thanks to no internet as i was travelling...
Eid...
and that too the meat festival...
for muslims eid is a symbolic festival to mark a point of time in history where Prophet Abraham was ordained to sacrifice his son...
We happen to take it in literal terms and the show of cattle is a show of affluence and status...
HOW WONDERFUL :)
its a time to trash your cities...
its a time to show off your state of the art COW etc...
its a time to send meat to the more influential ones in your circle...
what happened to the poor?
hahahahahahahahaha...u losers...
what becomes of them...NOTHING...
but the poor are richer than us...
they yield the power...
the power to decipher and infer...
a power to realise...
to find meanings of their existence...
Eid my friends...is not about eating like hogs...
its like about the meat and the money which goes into the lavish dinners...
its about the feeling deep down inside...
its about the inner soul...
but where art our inner souls?
no sire...
we prefer to party...
we prefer to drink...
booze and latinos...
perfect combination...
is there a home...when you get mugged in your own neighbourhood...
is it a fraternity if your on your own...
is there a brotherhood if you have to protect your back...
are there friends...
when you seem to be hungry...
are there bonds, when you hopelessly lunge around in the shady parts of your town looking for a way to survive...
this is to all those who judge...
to all those who are so cocksure of themselves...
this is to those arrogant ones who seem as if they own the whole earth...
this is to those fartheads who look down on the poor...
who think they are cool because they have the latest in gadgetery...
who feel that they are somehow better because they get french manicures...
DUDES U SUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK...
this is to those who stood up...
who faced their excruciating circumstances...
stayeth beneath the lamp posts in a deserted street reading...
this is to those who made a difference...
sometimes we can change...
it is in us...
we just need to exploit...
and let go of the materialistic half...
sometimes its nice to travel by public transport...
sometimes its good to have no money in your pocket...
sometimes it nice to be somewhere where your a complete alien...
sometimes...
SOMETIMESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...
the song of life...
there were the colors...
the colors of life...
the colors of activity...
the colors of mayhem...
the colors of pandemonium...
sometimes when i am not able to write...
i feel imprisoned within...
i feel i was wastin away...
like an addict on heroin...
like a man on a woman...
like a sportsman on football...
the infatuation...
like Romeo and Juliet...
like Julius upon Caesar...
history hath known to teach...
dogs arent a man's best friend...
time and history are...
there have been times...
times when i doubted...
times when ma faith was let down...
times when i couldnt foresee...
times when i felt enslaved...
and then...
FREEDOM...
to all those who have read my writings...
i am a mere mortal...
who probably just expresses for the sake of it...
to free my inner soul...
to obtain the inertia and equilubrium...
for a life that is otherwise troubled and very uncouth...
to humans who feast upon humans...
to brothers who annihilate their own siblings...
to the money that hath not belonged to anyone since yonder...
to the properties which contain the faeces of their owners...
there was pain and anguish in the church...
there was upheaval amongst the ranks...
because though we might deem ourselves to be Mr Know it All's...
we really arent...
the dilemma continues...
i sped by...
somehow...
the colors of life...
the colors of activity...
the colors of mayhem...
the colors of pandemonium...
sometimes when i am not able to write...
i feel imprisoned within...
i feel i was wastin away...
like an addict on heroin...
like a man on a woman...
like a sportsman on football...
the infatuation...
like Romeo and Juliet...
like Julius upon Caesar...
history hath known to teach...
dogs arent a man's best friend...
time and history are...
there have been times...
times when i doubted...
times when ma faith was let down...
times when i couldnt foresee...
times when i felt enslaved...
and then...
FREEDOM...
to all those who have read my writings...
i am a mere mortal...
who probably just expresses for the sake of it...
to free my inner soul...
to obtain the inertia and equilubrium...
for a life that is otherwise troubled and very uncouth...
to humans who feast upon humans...
to brothers who annihilate their own siblings...
to the money that hath not belonged to anyone since yonder...
to the properties which contain the faeces of their owners...
there was pain and anguish in the church...
there was upheaval amongst the ranks...
because though we might deem ourselves to be Mr Know it All's...
we really arent...
the dilemma continues...
i sped by...
somehow...
Saturday, January 07, 2006
to me...alwaysssssss
"The Reason"
I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You [x4]
I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you
whenever u hate me...
just know this...
that etched in these words is my soul...
which pleads...
which decries...
which loves...
which cares...
and knowing all this...
if u smile...
just a little...
and your pouty lips tremble...
and your sneaky eyes glimmer...
and your dimples deepen...
lemme lose maself...
Eid mubarak to everyone...
I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You [x4]
I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you
whenever u hate me...
just know this...
that etched in these words is my soul...
which pleads...
which decries...
which loves...
which cares...
and knowing all this...
if u smile...
just a little...
and your pouty lips tremble...
and your sneaky eyes glimmer...
and your dimples deepen...
lemme lose maself...
Eid mubarak to everyone...
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
abrupt notions...
this goes out to all those people who just let it be...
to people who silently suffered...
to people who never gave up...
to people who stood fast in the face of challenges...
who never lost hope...
this is for the fireman who saved a life...
this is for a policeman who saved an old woman from being mugged...
this is to a child who stood up for his mother...
this is for a widow who raised her children as good human beings...
this is to death for always hallowing us and urging us to make our life worth it...
this is to those who reached out...
who were steadfast...
death is a harrowing experience which can tame the unruly and the obstinate...
which can mellow down a tycoon...
which can sadden a tyrant...
which can humble an oppressor...
it is D E A T H...
the stench...
in all its awraic glory...
the fervor...
the longetivity...
the pain...
the spirit which moans...
which roars...
the pandemonium...
amidst all the pulchritudinous valleys...
and the Brobdingnagian exterior that we portray...
there were times...
when there was no light...
there was no existence...
there was an essence...
just a feeling...
tonight as i sit...
i feel the night gaping at my insides...
trying hard to penetrate...
i know why a wolf howls...
i know why a bird chirps...
i know why the lion roared...
why the hyaenas feast...
why the vultures wolf...
why the ants prey...
the circle seems perfect...
blurry at the hinges...
but it moves in on me...
closer...
closer still...
i can feel it...
gnawing...
pawing...
i want to smile...
i want to fake it...
i want to act...
i want to falsify...
i want to be a stick...
carved into furniture...
i want to be a rose that hath not known its destiny...
i want to be a catterpillar and wield my time to others...
if i put a smile back on your face...
i know id have lived...
id know...
deep deep down...
that it wasnt worthless after all...
to people who silently suffered...
to people who never gave up...
to people who stood fast in the face of challenges...
who never lost hope...
this is for the fireman who saved a life...
this is for a policeman who saved an old woman from being mugged...
this is to a child who stood up for his mother...
this is for a widow who raised her children as good human beings...
this is to death for always hallowing us and urging us to make our life worth it...
this is to those who reached out...
who were steadfast...
death is a harrowing experience which can tame the unruly and the obstinate...
which can mellow down a tycoon...
which can sadden a tyrant...
which can humble an oppressor...
it is D E A T H...
the stench...
in all its awraic glory...
the fervor...
the longetivity...
the pain...
the spirit which moans...
which roars...
the pandemonium...
amidst all the pulchritudinous valleys...
and the Brobdingnagian exterior that we portray...
there were times...
when there was no light...
there was no existence...
there was an essence...
just a feeling...
tonight as i sit...
i feel the night gaping at my insides...
trying hard to penetrate...
i know why a wolf howls...
i know why a bird chirps...
i know why the lion roared...
why the hyaenas feast...
why the vultures wolf...
why the ants prey...
the circle seems perfect...
blurry at the hinges...
but it moves in on me...
closer...
closer still...
i can feel it...
gnawing...
pawing...
i want to smile...
i want to fake it...
i want to act...
i want to falsify...
i want to be a stick...
carved into furniture...
i want to be a rose that hath not known its destiny...
i want to be a catterpillar and wield my time to others...
if i put a smile back on your face...
i know id have lived...
id know...
deep deep down...
that it wasnt worthless after all...
Monday, January 02, 2006
to the rainy nights and the starry skies...
sometimes we can conveniently walk by...
we choose to ignore...
we etch our own fates and blame it on stars...
we sin and abhorr our horoscopes...
we kill and credit the excruciating circumstances...
we plunder, we loot, we prey...
no one is safe...
not our sisters, nor our mothers, nor our daughters, nor our soul mates...
we learnt to disrespect a long time back...
once in a while it doesnt harm to close your lights...
it doesnt hurt to prowl...
to draw the real lines...
lie down in your bed...
ever felt there was a niche within when there was absolutely no electricity...
ever felt you were on top of the world and yet there was something missing...
ever yearned for it but never gotten it...
were you standing there amidst the snow and you were left standing...
ever been deserted in a desert...ironic...
ever been moored on a virgin island...
ever known pain and anguish...
ever lost a beloved one...
ever known fear...
ever tasted death...
ever wandered around amidst the faeces which corrupt you...
ever visited the murkier passages...
ever wanted to but couldnt...
if you haven't...
then you wouldn't know...
then you wouldn't feel...
then you wouldn't cry...
i sit here.
here.
why here.
i brood.
Time haunts me.
It fiddles with me.
i am painfully aware of my mortal existence.
it doesnt scare me anymore.
i sometimes look around and the familiar faces i see aren't visible.
The spectrum that i am inhibed by...isn't truly there...
what i see is not true...
what i feel isn't either...
i profess to believe...
but i act like i dont...
i feel as if i was possessed...
but i am not...
why this vivacious circle...
the circle which corrupts...
which sins...
the rain...
steadily continues...
purifies...condescends a feeling of chastity...
i want to runaway...
i want to be there...
in a land where there are no manifestos...
where there are no killings...
where there are no politics...
where there are no players...
where i can be...
close to U...
and thank You...
tonight i will go...
somewhere far...
so that i can appreciate...
and talk to You...
You dont meet me in these cities...
amidst these buildings...
amidst the chaos and pandemonium...
You have deserted me...
but i shall believe in ' Perseverance commands success'...
Someday you would know too...
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Happy new year to me...
Do not fear going forward slowly, fear only to stand still...
They say ignorance is bliss. I feel otherwise. Blog i am sorry for being ignorant. This was partly because i wasnt home and i cant write under prying eyes...i need to vent out myself within my own spectrum...
sometimes you need to be there...
sometimes you need to feel...
sometimes you have to give in...
sometimes you have to let go...
sometimes you have to falter...
sometimes you have to lose...
sometimes you have to cry...
sometimes you have to be...
sometimes you have to sucuumb...
sometimes you have to gather yourself...
sometimes you have to...
just have to...
New year...huh.
New beginning!!!
concentrate N E W beginning...hahahahahahahaha
time for drunkards to lie low and prowl...to be free and drunk...
time for the rich to party...
time for the poor to recoil...
time for the players to pimp around...
time for the gurls to look good...
why the anxiety?
why the exhiliration?
why the wannabe-ism?
why?
for me new year was just another year which had gone down the drain. Two days spent with my best friend while ignorin others...i felt selfish yet i couldnt help it...
my life remains a mystery and id rather keep it that way...for reasons best known to some motherfucker who resides in my head...
i want to be happy...
i want to be free...
i want to goooooooo...
i want to breathe...
i want to love...
but something...somewhere...wouldnt let me...
maybe my Lord wouldnt let me...
i see people...
impatient...materialistic...ambitions...proud...while i stand there...
in a nook...
in a corner...
in a murky passage...
in another land...
far far away...
where there was no one but me...
sometimes i pretend to fall asleep...
i want to fool my conscience...
so that i can pry...
so that i can explore...
i take in so much...i cant pain people...
neither can i stand witness to it...
i want answers but my questions wouldnt let go...
i am bounded when id rather be free...
i am in clasps when id rather be soaring...
i am lost when id rather be well on my way...
i am alone when id rather be with her...
that is my life...
i play with myself so that you wouldnt know...
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