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What for have I taken birth ?

2006-10-27T14:57:00.000-07:00

What for have I taken birth ? The question that bloggs my mind as I feel the pestering, which is so slow and intense that only the one with enormous patience can deal with, ofcourse not me. Think about this - if you feel bad about a sin you committed and do not have a single clue to rectify it. The problem worsens if some special person provides you with a solution. Know who ? The person to whom you did. The idea creeps again and again like a snake's desire to visit the view of pearls. And what if you fail to do so and impose another solution forced upon by external agents. You are in a position where there is a gorge and a deadly snake on your sides. The situation comes out to be a peculiar kind on its own. Neither can you do the first nor the second. The bond you make with the victim can't be explained, a bit of pity, remorse and shyness.

If the situation comes to the point when the victim criticizes you to be non-conformist. How do you feel then ? Do you feel the fire to extinguish your sleep ? Do you feel the insignificance of your life ? Do you really feel the difference between life and death ? What do you want at that point of time ? Do you think you will think the same after a day ? If yes, you are the person not fit for this world. If no, you are the one who will lead a happy life although at the cost of many innocents like me.

The question - for science, for philosophy

2006-09-27T09:38:00.000-07:00

Me - a protagonist

Sometimes I think if I am alone or I am being alone...The thought never goes away striking my deepest membranes..the biggest stroke is yet to happen..i know...I want to run away...I did too...but i couldn't...it just wont let it happen...the reality is far more distant...far more bleak.....
The very existence of patience within the fire of the hearts lies in the agony...the pain and the suffering which is so much addictive....it just wont let the good to happen...and wont let the worse to be believed...

The world makes you believe what you think. I tried to go around the city alone...trying to personify the hidden feelings within the onlookers when I see them. I thought I was successful in knowing it but I delibrated - 'What if I am wrong ?' He said - 'No way..it cant be so !'

' But what if it really is '

'How can that be' - was the question that always prevails. Spiriling around the same roundabout, the question that needs to be answered now. Not bound with the dimensions of discussion ,the question that was so delusive in the thoughts of a person looking to the world with the eyes of pity. The sullen, eyes would become, not noticeable even to the brightest of the eyes of youth and happiness because they are covered by the mist of thoughts.

The idea will travel in time and space inadvertant of the knowledge of einsteins theory of relativity. The crime it did was not a misdemeanor but could not be indicted. The very idea of an idea is under question which the brightest of the scientists are not comprehending.

I am frustrated.. 'Look man!!! I want to show you. Why the hell are you ignoring' ..
Why do you look towards sun to seek the answers who himself is bounded by some laws, when I am there to show you the way....

Message from Immortal

2006-05-18T02:46:00.000-07:00

It was not a room. It was not a building.
The statue lay there unmoved - it laid untouched.
It had more to say than to hear.
It had more to pay than to say and fear.

They used to play in the gardens of the Mother.
They used to sing and dance with the Mother.
She used to tell - but very slowly.
Get up my boys. Get up my boys
Its time. Don't run but walk steady.

Careful be you....you will hear
Faithful be you...you will not fear.
The song of my deeds lay in your hands.
The song of my silence is louder than the bands.

Once I asked "You gave me so much, you made me so much
I can'tpay you back.......but tell me How much."

She answered..." Just remeber me when in agony
Go my son !!! make your destiny
The day will come when I shall fall.
The day will come when I will call.
You will not come to me - I know you.
You will still be dear to me- I'll miss you"

When a corpse moved

2006-05-18T02:30:00.000-07:00

What happened to him? What happened to him?
He is dead. Is he live?
What happened to him? What happened to him?
Not moved by quake, volcano or any strike.

He used to sit beside me, we used to sing
That rotten old bench, remembers our play.
Ladders, scrabbles, chess all are rusted.
Becoz' of a person who can't be illustrated.

I often used him what heppened buddy.
He used to answer- there is much to learn
without the books and study.

We tried hard but in vain
He wasn't moved a bit, he didn't show a bit
Then he told crying, "I used to sit at that stop with her
We used to kiss and play- twas' nice with her.
I still enjoy when she's with me...
Though an 8 year history was she."

I cudn't speak..in front of a Man
Haunting my silence in all silence..
Sans him, sans her, sans their relation
How many Man is their facing rejection..

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2006-05-17T07:15:00.000-07:00

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A dead woman's wish

2006-04-03T00:16:00.001-07:00

LET ME TELL YOU A STORY...

A man and a woman once lived by the sea...
Eating prawns and fish..daily was their routine
Setting sail of the ship free ....
was their life in glee..

Who knows the tale... hidden in the dark waters of the sea
who knows the greif they had in them ....
drinking the last drop of venom day by day...
crying for their child..they used to pray !!

Thinking of examples...
Scribbled by history with time
the epic is large...people grow
and forget the memories of time..

One fine day...the sail was high ...
here came the tide...a great great tide
winds blew...swoosh!!!!...over the hill top
the mighty moonlit sky..going to see a fight..

"As I come...As I come..
Death nears you...As you come..
Close and close...the skulls tink
More and more the bodies stink."
Tears don't have any meaning...
I am the king....beyond and resoning"

She wept..and wept again...
crying for life...crying for death
for him and for him...
"Leave him my son, my son!!"

Moved did his sword....
"I leave one"..said he
My religion is my word
For the people who raised me..

Why I am weak.

2005-11-19T06:06:00.000-08:00

I wished to cry when they were sledding
I wished to ponder when all were asleep
What is what, that makes people strong
what is that, that makes them gong

I wished to be heard
I wished to share
I asked for service..
sounds good..huh..it's a bliss

Then..still
I wished to hear but it was unheard
I wished to cry but it was uncared
I wished to shed but only one tear
for all those who have ears but cant hear

They blame you....say...you've lost
what is where there is all waste
Even in a lakh there is a trost
Can you still say its not traced

they will all cry..there comes the prod
the doom's day is what they await
shower all my miseries..O' God
on all those who let me wait...

A poem

2005-11-15T05:11:00.000-08:00

My love for you can't be wrong
My heart tells me, with you is where I belong
I was afraid to love you
Doubting whether you would be unfaithful,
or whether you would be true.

In past relationships I have been used...
I was used for pleasure;
but you-- you treat me like your treaure

you are there when I need you
and you love me, no matter what
whether I am happy
or whether I am blue
Just know, my love, that I will always love you

Together is where we belong
but if anything should ever go wrong
just remember:
No matter what happens
and no matter with whom
NOBODY can love you as much as I do
Because I love you now and always will
NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS- I will love you still!!!

A starting

2005-10-29T22:45:00.000-07:00

we were going on and on ... in the stinking sky. None was to be seen. Where were we ? Did we come to an alien land ..or was it a doom's land eaten up by the noisome assassins. We didn't know. I said to liza, "enough !! I want water". An aloof reply came "so do I..". I checked my watch. Tapped it...tapped it hard...."Stop it...you know its not going to work...here, drink this..". As I swallowed the potable liquid...i could feel it spank the walls of my organs....

Finally, we three came across a rat almost dying on the red hot sand. We took it to put on the plate. So cold !!! gosh...it died instantly. What happened ? it was a mystery. It was shivering...What all was going on? Is this a different world.

Regardless of the situational can of worms, I had to eat the rat. A perfect brahmin was I no more. A cold wave shook me. Movies started before my eyes of my childhood. The reels were endless. I felt guilty. My tongue shivered. Emotions and feelings were not in the vocab of this land.

A tight shook from leo brought me back. I hated to see the stuff. But had to go with that. The story ends. We went boarding our hefty bags on back to move on again and explore and test our fate.

................. more to come later