Mossess of dreams make the road of reality slippery.
Quit Dreaming.
Prevent Falling.
Since my childhood, I have heard that it's very difficult to digest truth. I Can not understand the reason. Is it the ingredient which make it difficult to digest or our metabolism does not respond to it? This eternal search of mine places me in such situations whose findings must be shared. Following is my attempt.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
We are not one
Who are you, Man?
I have seen you in the mirror,
I have felt you within me.
You care for my loved ones;
You share my thoughts
You dream a future for me.
I find you participating in my every endeavour,
You appear an integral part to me.
Tell me one thing,
I am not complaining;
do you not relish result?
If no; why do you not cherish my achievement?
After every milestone I cross,
why do you question my moral faculty?
You know I hate giving explanations,
why do you expect one from me?
Why you make me feel like a perpetrator?
Can you not be friendly always,
why do you turn hostile?
I do not want to tame you or cage you,
You have your own space,
why do you intrude in mine?
Why should I be like you?
What your excessive self-criticism yields,
a constant source of self-affliction.
I do not believe in living a life of rejection.
I have seen you in the mirror,
I have felt you within me.
You care for my loved ones;
You share my thoughts
You dream a future for me.
I find you participating in my every endeavour,
You appear an integral part to me.
Tell me one thing,
I am not complaining;
do you not relish result?
If no; why do you not cherish my achievement?
After every milestone I cross,
why do you question my moral faculty?
You know I hate giving explanations,
why do you expect one from me?
Why you make me feel like a perpetrator?
Can you not be friendly always,
why do you turn hostile?
I do not want to tame you or cage you,
You have your own space,
why do you intrude in mine?
Why should I be like you?
What your excessive self-criticism yields,
a constant source of self-affliction.
I do not believe in living a life of rejection.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Dream: A love child
My dreams are the love children of my desire and my determination. Unfortunately, they could never marry.
What is love..?
What is love..
A deal to buy tears wrapped up in bliss
An entry to hell at the threshold of heaven
A riot of feelings with the sword of emotion
A journey of lies in the wagon of truth.
P.S. I, personally, do not endorse this thought.
A deal to buy tears wrapped up in bliss
An entry to hell at the threshold of heaven
A riot of feelings with the sword of emotion
A journey of lies in the wagon of truth.
P.S. I, personally, do not endorse this thought.
Not a triangle...
Question:
Three brothers were in love with a girl.
What was the name of the girl?
Answer:
Rekha.
Reason:
Because, her parents christened her Rekha.
Justification:
If three points are collinear, a straight line (Rekha) can join them.
Three brothers were in love with a girl.
What was the name of the girl?
Answer:
Rekha.
Reason:
Because, her parents christened her Rekha.
Justification:
If three points are collinear, a straight line (Rekha) can join them.
You
You are the tune my heart composes,
You are the thought my mind possess.
Constellation of my desires floats in the galaxy of Your eyes,
Of my every endeavour You are the prize.
My dreams have materialized in the form of You.
To define myself i need You.
You are the thought my mind possess.
Constellation of my desires floats in the galaxy of Your eyes,
Of my every endeavour You are the prize.
My dreams have materialized in the form of You.
To define myself i need You.
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