If dream is the fulfillment of a wish,
I hadn’t lost my love.
My kisses aren’t undelivered.
If dream is an omen,
I was forced to betray my love.
My kisses would've been wafting in the air.
If dream is- just a mere dream,
I’d had a sweet little inspiring life.
My kisses will transmigrate!
If dream is just a remainder that I’m in a sleep,
I bet, I’ve the habit of writing in the sleep,
Kissing too…
If dream is to foresee your life,
I pray; I don’t see it.
I’ve no more kisses to play with.
If dream is to inspire,
I wish, I’m always in it.
Kisses will be strawberry sweet.
If dream itself is an imagination,
I would like to awake, from the life I’m in.
And from the Kisses I’ve imagined.
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Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Conceptualize the moment.
The magic in you, the essence of being you at this moment is vital.
Your conflicts within – the concept you yourself are, clash vigorously,
And at times it misleads you and takes you to the wily point of deception,
At the moment, Search for tears in your eyes.
If you find a globule of it, cry; think for a conceptual change.
Revamp yourself. Break all theories you believed until.
Sleep today. See tomorrow in a new light.
Continue to live.
Again make concepts. Be in conflict. Break it.
Break and make.
Conceptualize the living seconds.
Evolve within.
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Your conflicts within – the concept you yourself are, clash vigorously,
And at times it misleads you and takes you to the wily point of deception,
At the moment, Search for tears in your eyes.
If you find a globule of it, cry; think for a conceptual change.
Revamp yourself. Break all theories you believed until.
Sleep today. See tomorrow in a new light.
Continue to live.
Again make concepts. Be in conflict. Break it.
Break and make.
Conceptualize the living seconds.
Evolve within.
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Care for whom?
Whom do you care for?
Who are you to be cared?
Why do you live to prove a point, or two?
What is there in proving? Move on.
Why are you anxious to foresee your tomorrow,
When you’re chewing it now?
Isn't it your desire, your willingness to live,
when others compel you to flee?
Take it as the courage; you gained fighting against all odds.
Let other’s blabber. Stand alone.
Winners always stride alone.
Live. Care for whom?
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Who are you to be cared?
Why do you live to prove a point, or two?
What is there in proving? Move on.
Why are you anxious to foresee your tomorrow,
When you’re chewing it now?
Isn't it your desire, your willingness to live,
when others compel you to flee?
Take it as the courage; you gained fighting against all odds.
Let other’s blabber. Stand alone.
Winners always stride alone.
Live. Care for whom?
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Saturday, April 11, 2009
17” Life.
I’ve reduced my world to 17”. The screen size of my computer. My window to the world of ceaseless liberty. My friends live inside it and I’m no exception. I meet my friends here. They’ve been thumbnailed to photo grids or more obscurely hiding inside tiny little green or red spheres. Inside my monitor, I share the space with them; even if not I share my heart! (At times male egoist’s stand by their words)
They are been constantly updated. They pop out, poke, proclaim, and publicize the privacy – their formal invitation to sneak in. Being a voyeur, I peep in every Tom’s and Tina’s space. Everyone speaks out, try to do the little mischief's what they can do, ignoring who were they yesterday. I could see lovely expressions and emotions ‘bill-boarded’ here, to which I can hardly close my eyes to.
Even if I’m alone, sitting inside my shabby-dingy room, I’m open to a screen world where my friends are waiting for me, to see my green sphere glow. Isn’t it a feel of high spirits? Whatever it may be, if I wish; I’m not alone anymore. There is someone to talk. Some faces to see, some thoughts to re-think, someone ready to receive my whack, smack or kisses virtually. Is there any better place available?
I’m happy inside my new world. My globe is box shaped and my map is square. Even though I miss my playground, my jogging track and the evening park blabs, I’m very much comfortable staring to the screen. Along with my friends inside, I make my life a big scrap, a colorful graffiti on the wall - painted against the gravity of life. I transcend to a human being worth no emotions.
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They are been constantly updated. They pop out, poke, proclaim, and publicize the privacy – their formal invitation to sneak in. Being a voyeur, I peep in every Tom’s and Tina’s space. Everyone speaks out, try to do the little mischief's what they can do, ignoring who were they yesterday. I could see lovely expressions and emotions ‘bill-boarded’ here, to which I can hardly close my eyes to.
Even if I’m alone, sitting inside my shabby-dingy room, I’m open to a screen world where my friends are waiting for me, to see my green sphere glow. Isn’t it a feel of high spirits? Whatever it may be, if I wish; I’m not alone anymore. There is someone to talk. Some faces to see, some thoughts to re-think, someone ready to receive my whack, smack or kisses virtually. Is there any better place available?
I’m happy inside my new world. My globe is box shaped and my map is square. Even though I miss my playground, my jogging track and the evening park blabs, I’m very much comfortable staring to the screen. Along with my friends inside, I make my life a big scrap, a colorful graffiti on the wall - painted against the gravity of life. I transcend to a human being worth no emotions.
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Saturday, April 4, 2009
God – be in my heart, be alive.
God, are you alive?
Why do you incarnate as bullets and reincarnate as bombs?
Why do you explode?
What message are you giving?
God – please be human!
Oh God, come down to earth,
Practice humanity, be an atheist!
Open your eyes, to see, what really heaven is; when people smile.
God – be in my heart, be alive.
I’m a human being.
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Why do you incarnate as bullets and reincarnate as bombs?
Why do you explode?
What message are you giving?
God – please be human!
Oh God, come down to earth,
Practice humanity, be an atheist!
Open your eyes, to see, what really heaven is; when people smile.
God – be in my heart, be alive.
I’m a human being.
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Imagine. Fly.
Isn’t it good to think that you’re flying?
Does it give you a reason to smile?
What else it reminds you are thrilling as well.
Fly the world around. Fly above the sky, you’d grown looking up.
Take it the way you’d wish to breeze around,
‘Fly’ lets your imagination take its wings.
It is the moment you’d love to snatch from the butterflies,
From the dragonflies groping above the grass.
When you’re in love and also when you abstain from it – you fly away your woes.
When you’re happy, you fly along the wind; you fly above the clouds.
You fly with your dreams, your ambitions and your attitude.
You fly desires as well as kite.
When you fly, fix your eyes deep down to earth,
You’d never know who would seize your spot, when you’re not down below.
If you aren’t planning a return, fly your freedom.
You decide. You imagine. You Fly.
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Does it give you a reason to smile?
What else it reminds you are thrilling as well.
Fly the world around. Fly above the sky, you’d grown looking up.
Take it the way you’d wish to breeze around,
‘Fly’ lets your imagination take its wings.
It is the moment you’d love to snatch from the butterflies,
From the dragonflies groping above the grass.
When you’re in love and also when you abstain from it – you fly away your woes.
When you’re happy, you fly along the wind; you fly above the clouds.
You fly with your dreams, your ambitions and your attitude.
You fly desires as well as kite.
When you fly, fix your eyes deep down to earth,
You’d never know who would seize your spot, when you’re not down below.
If you aren’t planning a return, fly your freedom.
You decide. You imagine. You Fly.
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Monday, March 30, 2009
Tagged.
What tag should I remove to live the life I want?
What should I make me understand when I hear a resounding hiss deep inside my heart?
There is a volcanic heat inside me waiting to erupt – to embalm me into the deep soil.
There is fear inside me, which can take me into the darkest of cavern where damnation is celebrated, where blood is being sucked through eyes!
Creepy images rattle my sleep. The dream of discord is propelled from here.
I wake up seeking answers to the morbid feel I’m being pulled into.
The images of sea surfing up, the haunting white castles, the snake-headed-friends, the claustrophobic cells, leaves me stiff and lip-tied inside the stuffy dark room.
“Where to I’m being drifted?” Is the tag I’m wearing carrying me away?
Should I tear it off?
No. There is no life without tags. I swear - rather I bet.
Let your heartbeats die and dreams turn scary; but you hide inside your tags.
“Hey!” You may kiss your tags now!
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What should I make me understand when I hear a resounding hiss deep inside my heart?
There is a volcanic heat inside me waiting to erupt – to embalm me into the deep soil.
There is fear inside me, which can take me into the darkest of cavern where damnation is celebrated, where blood is being sucked through eyes!
Creepy images rattle my sleep. The dream of discord is propelled from here.
I wake up seeking answers to the morbid feel I’m being pulled into.
The images of sea surfing up, the haunting white castles, the snake-headed-friends, the claustrophobic cells, leaves me stiff and lip-tied inside the stuffy dark room.
“Where to I’m being drifted?” Is the tag I’m wearing carrying me away?
Should I tear it off?
No. There is no life without tags. I swear - rather I bet.
Let your heartbeats die and dreams turn scary; but you hide inside your tags.
“Hey!” You may kiss your tags now!
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