Saturday, March 29, 2014

The bridges I have burned..

italicThere's a constant feeling of either breaking free or surrendering to this eternal captivity.. I feel so lost, so lost, so out of order..

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Friday, March 28, 2014

I'm too busy..

__italic--"Don't talk to me about feelings, I am too busy trying to be practical,
Don't talk to me about being happy, I am too busy pleasing everyone,
Don't talk to me about freedom, I am too lost picking up the most perfect chain for myself,
Don't ask me about dreams, I am learning how to kill all my desires and hopes,
Don't ask me about my future, I am busy destroying my present,
Don't ask me about life anymore, I am busy learning to merely exist. "

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Thursday, March 27, 2014

The stories without an ending..

Life happens by accident. Perhaps so does death..
But are all the commas properly inserted, all the semi-colons aptly placed and all the parentheses paired before the final full stop is crafted? What about the unfinished endings? The hanging chapters in the script? The loosely-framed paragraphs? Who'll give them a sense of closure? If given a chance we all would love to give each story a fancy ending making the perfect sense. But once again are we actually talking about sense here? Perhaps not.. We human-beings have the most annoying habit of putting Religion before Reason, Logic before Love, and Society before Sense. Don't beleive me? Look around and ask a inter-religion couple, ask an adventure loving boy who settled for a boring job for the sake of a Secure future, ask an outgoing etrovert girl who decided to stay-at-home because parents want her to.
The stories are all there, unfinished, hanging around loose but once again who cares. Instead let's brag about the fact how we crushed all those hopes and made a perfect sense in nonsense, after all we are born to first live for the society, then our distant relatives about whom our mother keeps referring to as "beta sab rishtedar kya kahege..", then for all the people and then for ourselves.
Cheers to the practical approach of making the a sense to the nonsense.

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Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Greatest is the love that inspires you to do what you love..

"In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.."

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Saturday, March 1, 2014


I belong to the species that works all week imagining 'what I'll do on sunday!' And then after screwing up some merciless six days the blessed sunday shows up and I realize that more than half of the day is already wasted in the bed rolling from one side to another!! But hold on for a moment.. .. lets Not call that wastage.. I call it recharging time! After all that's what Sundays are meant for: to waste time and not feel guilty about it. I hate my life to be disturbed by routines and time-tables! Call me a lazy lump but I often find myself repeating the lines from a very dear poem that I learnt in school, "Give to me the life I love, let the lake go by me, give to me the holy heaven above."

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