Four years have passed since my last entry on this blog. In this four years, I have changed, Changed a lot. I do not know what spurned me on. Perhaps years of lovelessness and boredom. I was lost. Lost in what world told me to become. Now I am enlightened. Now I am awake. The problem was never a world , which refused to acknowledge me. It was me asking for approval from the world. Only when I accepted me as I am. Only when I realized that the only person who can love me is myself, only then I accepted my fate. My search has ended...in Myself !!!!!!!!
MIND VOMIT
I write whatever comes to my mind...I do not care what you think...I am going to vomit my mind, whether you like it or not
Saturday, 6 February 2016
Monday, 30 January 2012
LONER
On my back, you whisper
how miserable I am
how egoistic I am
how I am going to end
with no one nearby
You yearn for gold
Which is nowhere in sight
Unperturbed I walk
Watching Moon in the Sky
how miserable I am
how egoistic I am
how I am going to end
with no one nearby
You yearn for gold
Which is nowhere in sight
Unperturbed I walk
Watching Moon in the Sky
Sunday, 29 January 2012
MELANCHOLY
Lighting up my night
you are so close yet so far
a yearning, a love unexplainable
Do you ever give a thought??
That under the shadow of stars
My melacholy sings
with a wounded heart
you are so close yet so far
a yearning, a love unexplainable
Do you ever give a thought??
That under the shadow of stars
My melacholy sings
with a wounded heart
Saturday, 28 January 2012
NICE STORY
This is a story I read somewhere....
Two Monks were walking together. They came across a stream.Nearby a woman was also standing waiting to cross it,but afraid to do so. So one of the monks picked her up and crossed the stream carrying her on his shoulders.
The other monk became anxious because his friend had broken the rule of the monks i.e. never to touch a woman. After walking certain distance, his anxiety got better of him and he asked his friend:
Why did you carried her on your shoulders???? You have broken the rule of monks...
The monk replied: I left her at the edge of the river, are you still carrying her?
Two Monks were walking together. They came across a stream.Nearby a woman was also standing waiting to cross it,but afraid to do so. So one of the monks picked her up and crossed the stream carrying her on his shoulders.
The other monk became anxious because his friend had broken the rule of the monks i.e. never to touch a woman. After walking certain distance, his anxiety got better of him and he asked his friend:
Why did you carried her on your shoulders???? You have broken the rule of monks...
The monk replied: I left her at the edge of the river, are you still carrying her?
Friday, 27 January 2012
LET GO.....
Narrator is taking the wheel..trying to control it..when Tyler shouts "Let go..Just let go..."
Letting things go is as difficult as it seems easier. Of course letting something go is easy as compared to obtaining it the first time. However "letting go" is not difficult because of emotional reasons, it is more because of the "stigma" attached to the "monkly" behavior of letting things go.
For example, you may resent the person who abuses you day and night, still you want to be with him not because you are attached to him. It is because of the reason that you cannot stand the society without him. Because then you will be seen as "weak" who was kicked out by his abuser. You must have let go...but to your own further "downfall"..
No wonder as soon as the narrator leaves the wheel and "let it go"...he got into an accident..
Letting things go is as difficult as it seems easier. Of course letting something go is easy as compared to obtaining it the first time. However "letting go" is not difficult because of emotional reasons, it is more because of the "stigma" attached to the "monkly" behavior of letting things go.
For example, you may resent the person who abuses you day and night, still you want to be with him not because you are attached to him. It is because of the reason that you cannot stand the society without him. Because then you will be seen as "weak" who was kicked out by his abuser. You must have let go...but to your own further "downfall"..
No wonder as soon as the narrator leaves the wheel and "let it go"...he got into an accident..
BREAKING THE ICE
Senior recruiter from a firm sitting across the table with a poker-face expression is not exactly a ghost who can make your heart-beat stop. Still facing an interview gives a feeling similar to what an American soldier must have felt in the midst of bombs and bullets at Normandy.
I do not understand, whether he is sitting to know about me or to threaten me.Whether he is a psycho or a sadist who loves terrorizing people with his condescending smile...
I can open up myself far more if he is friendlier, but "breaking the ice" is not exactly in his lexicon. In fact probably he loves that ice...and looking for someone who is similar icy... who can be comfortable in that ice...for a warm guy (he thinks he is getting "cozy" because he is a weakling)
World can be more simpler if every guy across the table "breaks the ice"...but before that he will have to "melt his ego"......
I do not understand, whether he is sitting to know about me or to threaten me.Whether he is a psycho or a sadist who loves terrorizing people with his condescending smile...
I can open up myself far more if he is friendlier, but "breaking the ice" is not exactly in his lexicon. In fact probably he loves that ice...and looking for someone who is similar icy... who can be comfortable in that ice...for a warm guy (he thinks he is getting "cozy" because he is a weakling)
World can be more simpler if every guy across the table "breaks the ice"...but before that he will have to "melt his ego"......
A DREAM LAST NIGHT
Last night I saw a dream...I was dead...blissful...away from all my earthly worries and concerns. I saw people near to me crying. Why??? I enjoyed my time on earth..Rejoice...for I am free from every worry now..
They were saying that I passed out early and couldn't "enjoy" my life. But how can even a king can be happy if a sword ifs left hanging over his head by a horse's hair??? I was free from everything and that is why I was happiest...
Rejoice...for I am happiest now...do not grieve...for I am not in grieve...I do not want a funeral with all that crying...instead just a nice remembering and few humorous incidents we shared together..
They were saying that I passed out early and couldn't "enjoy" my life. But how can even a king can be happy if a sword ifs left hanging over his head by a horse's hair??? I was free from everything and that is why I was happiest...
Rejoice...for I am happiest now...do not grieve...for I am not in grieve...I do not want a funeral with all that crying...instead just a nice remembering and few humorous incidents we shared together..
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