i call it NOTHING....

i dn't know what life saw in me,but all the times when i begged for delirium surprisingly it granted me sainess....every single time my dispositions would end up playing with me...funny how i never understood the plight of it...

but now when i stand on the outside n look at the sphere , the picture reveals n says it out loud "The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing.If you can fake that, you've got it made." amazingly the satan inside of me said" welcome to the game"......

Me and not the events have the power to make me happy or unhappy today because now i can choose which it shall be...desolation is not an answer for every aftermath.....you can rouge yourself but you cn't rouge the Satan inside you...because he can descry more thn what is loomed....so why cn't we all just stop being so fabricated and be what we really are....GENUINE...its not that difficult, its just an act of candor and chastity...

its not only we but the whole world to blame... let me show you the overall picture,its of a degraded community whose idealism even is largely fake. The pretentiousness, the bogus enthusiasm, the constant drinking, the incessant squabbling over money, the all-pervasive agent, the strutting of the big shots and their usually utter incompetence to achieve anything they start out to do, the constant fear of losing all this leprechauns gold and being the nothing they have never ceased to be....

a little bit of you and me

Everyone i know was waiting in a queue...with the urgencies on their face and eagerness in heart. I was one among them and then i realized that everything was falling through in flashes.....5 seconds and you are on my mind. how can i not see the smile..the divergence is so strong that it cloaks the amore..the times when you walked right and i stayed left...it pains when i remember all the affray, it feels as if the earth cries with you and the clouds bleed...,,dn't know where i went wrong but that one luster in your eyes takes away all the regrets and remorse....

you made me feel like home. From immense to embryonic thnigs , you held my hand and made me walk through. trusting you was so effortless...after all this time my love for you is blind...so so blind...
Soul,Sense, Spirit is abducted by the probity of love...the emanation and fragrance of ardor makes me grounded to the floor....

some say that we are immature and some that its too fast.....some say that i was dark and that us is mock....but then they didn't know that some emotions don't make a lot of noise. It's hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint - like a heartbeat. And pure love - why, some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there. but i know its always there and will be always there....There are more people who wish to be loved than there are who are willing to love....its just that i choose to be both kind....

my convictions say we are going to be together ....sit together and have our share of laughs..walk and have our divvy of tears....

ragpicker

He was standing at the ambit of my college gate and surveying us with a glee in his eyes. Wondering what was the hustle and bustle all about. I was standing talking to my friends when my eyes spotted this young boy of maybe thirteen, rusty hair n dark complexion. He was wearing shoes but two totally different kinds , torn clothes and a big bag on his shoulders . His eyes were as if talking to me, asking whether he will ever be able to do all the things that I did.

Will he ever go to college, will he ever buy a pair of shoe, will he ever be able to cross the border separating both of us. So many question but answers none. Its a dismay that the difference between both of us will never be terminated. He will carry the burden of his world in his bag trying to survive and I will be watching a hundred like him inquiring me the same.

He walks around all day long searching for gold in the garbage. it doesn’t matter whether its scorching heat or flooded roads . It doesn’t matter if its dawn or dusk. All he ponders about is surviving the very day. One will find him, through out my country. Tall , short, dark , fair, he comes in all packages. Singing his favourite songs walking in the streets of renounce in search of support.

Why is that the distance between us can never be bridged. I reckon all day long and then reality slaps me hard saying it out loud .He is a ragpicker ,his life ends at the periphery where mine begins.

i fear not death but tomorow!!

Amazed what man has become today, nothing but a pile of flesh and bones....We stand to fight , fight for the power and vim..But we tend to forget that war is not a elucidation.. With every glory comes the doom..

Then why do we war against our men, our people, our country... Is our soul so voracious that it directs more for power than justice....Since ages men fought...They fought numerous wars for their kings n rulers so that his majesty would be remembered but than what about those soldiers .Soldiers whose ashes blended with the earth dust and blood drained with the sea...

For one man’s greed the whole of Troy burnt....History doesn’t reminisce soldiers it reminisces the blood masked earth , the deaths , the loot and lust for power...Then why does man repeats the history again....
One cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for death because when we first arrive on this earth we open our eyes with our mother’s wish but close with our own. What difference is it going to make to the unborn and dead, whether war is ornamented under the name of liberty or democracy.

Though we don’t have a king today still we continue to war.. war for a concocted supremacy whose impulsions and purpose drift only towards one goal, the greed for power and money.....How empty can one be???? Well no body knows the answers...neither I nor do you.....But all i know that war has never moulded lives nor constructed homes all it delivered was agony and misery...

We are just slaves of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events. No voyage can measure the tides and hurricanes he will encounter its just that we have to sail along with it ..........

All i fear is not death but tomorrow,,, because every history is a seed which flowers into tomorrow , now whether it brings peace or bloodshed its for us to decide....