Saturday, May 24, 2008

SO u think you aren't good enough for the world..
that they will stop singing your praises one day?
so u think, everything is just so pointless ...
when one day everyone is going to meet one common end?
so u think, nobody gives a damn about anyone else...
everyone is playing a role, each striving for their own grand finale?
so u think, money is a name for golden dirt ...
no wonder it makes the world go round ?
so u think, books are a coward's succor.
and that life isn't worth that weak a gamble?
so u think, today i care for you.
and tomorrow i will move on to greener pastures?
so u think, u know what i am capable of.
by playing cunning games to get to my truths?
And now u think, whatever i write is a hopeless show.
just like a pantomime playing for the blind...

Sunday, April 27, 2008

I have not loved the World, nor the World me;
I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed
To its idolatries a patient knee,
Nor coined my cheek to smiles,-nor cried aloud
In worship of an echo; in the crowd
They could not deem me one of such-I stood
Among them, but not of them- in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could,
Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.

I have not loved the World, nor the World me,
But let us part fair foes; I do believe,
Though I have found them not, that there may be
Words which are things,-hopes which will not deceive,
And Virtues which are merciful, nor weave
Snares for the failing; I would also deem
O'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve-
That two, or one, are almost what they seem,-
That Goodness is no name-and Happiness no dream.

-George Gordon Noel Byron, Canto iii of Childe Harold

Sunday, March 2, 2008

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

A recent incident got me thinking.

How much importance does an average person give to others? What is the degree of cold heartedness a person can be capable of ... towards someone entirely opposite?
Have we finally entered the ideal materialistic world ... one which has no place for hearts ruling over heads.

Forget the inflation and your desire to be financially careless; what you did when you were 18 and drunk ...and the time you wished you had never existed.
Forget your need to victory over everyone.Especially the person you are most jealous of.

Do you really want to spend the rest of your life chasing something you were always taught of as inconsequential.

And when you were 8 and had it explained to you why it felt so bad to turn against someone who trusted you,do you remember the remedy you took?
Or for that matter, did you take any at all?

P.S. I know I sound somewhat abstract.Or atleast I wanted to. I had sat down to write about something entirely different from what I have portrayed. Does it happen to you too? Really strange ...

Saturday, February 9, 2008

It is time, love, to break off that sombre rose,shut up the stars and bury the ash in the earth;
and, in the rising of the light, wake with those who awoke or go on in the dream,
reaching the other shore of the sea which has no other shore.

I love poetry.
Some of my all time favourites -

1.The highwayman by alfred noyes - I dont know anyone who isn't a fan of this poem. And if you haven't read this one yet, I am surprised you're still at my blog. Go get some pseudo-intellectual poetry stimulation first. hmmph! (and then come back? okay?)

2.Macavity, The Mystery Cat by T.S. Eliot- This was the very first poem I liked. And still do. "He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity." It's obvious why I like this poem so much. ;)

3.She walks in beauty by Lord Byron- Yes ! yes ! This poem is all about me.

4.ALL poems by Pablo Neruda. I wish I could follow spanish just so that I could read all his original works. One of my faves:-

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where 'I' does not exist, nor 'you',
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
- Pablo Neruda Love Sonnet XVII

5.Last but the not the least. Came across this poem a long time back in a diary I used to maintain a longer time back. I dont know the poet.. and I am going crazy figuring out whose handwriting its written in .. because its certainly not mine !


What if I can't feel anymore and turned my back on you?
Walked out the door?
Would you let me be if I looked away?
And if I needed you to watch over me-
how far wou ld you go?
How much would you show?
Would you wait for me if I was led astray?
What if I felt passionate tonight and I searched for you?
Turned down the light?
Would you give to me if I asked you to stay?
And if I needed to escape it all-
would you set me free?
Would you recapture me?
Would you remember me if I ran away?
What if you were sick of it all and gave up on everything?
To brace for the fall?
Would you care for me if nothing else mattered?
And if you were weeping in the rain-
could I wipe your tears?
Could I dispel your fears?
Would you let me see if your soul had been battered?
What if the rain fell down upon meand knocked me to the ground?
Then fed on me?
Would you comfort me when my wits have been scattered?
And what if I lost all belief-
of my immortality?Of my destiny?
Would you cry for me if my world was shattered?

And in case you are wondering (or were wondering) what's with the weird pic with the fog and all ; its the view from my window right now as i sit procrastinating with my blog rather than go and study for my test which is in,6 hours.

Here's to poetry and beautiful mornings. I hope they always remain the same.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Reminds me of the novel, "Message in a bottle" . I haven't seen the movie, but if I was Theresa Osbourne I would skip the ocean for this river anyday.
By the way,this is where i live. No, not on the tree or in the river or any place visible in the picture really.I live in a big castle surrounded by robots,superheroes and mutants.They obey my every whim and desires. And i dont share them.. so forget about any wishes you were beginning to have . Muhahaha ! >:)

ANYWAY ... This place actually exists.Seriously,no jokes.And it exists in my city !! I didnt click it myself. Rather, i dont even know who clicked it. Picked it up from a random fellow-orkuteer's album. Now, I think I should have asked rather than slyly steal it away. wish I could locate its exact spot.

p.s. i changed my blog's template ... if only anyone would notice. Cruel,cold,apathetic,selfish,materialistic world. *sniff*

Friday, January 25, 2008

"What Do Women Want?"
by Kim Addonizio

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.

Finally a poem that's different.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

hmmm :-)

What Wyntey Means

You are very charming... dangerously so. You have the potential to break a lot of hearts.
You know how what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it.
You have the power to rule the world. Let's hope you're a benevolent dictator!

You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.
You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.
You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.

You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.
You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.
You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.

You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.
You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.
You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.

You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.
You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.
At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

Friday, January 4, 2008

Dear Diary,

Today, finally all the hammerings stopped. i woke up wondering if during the night the wonder-ceiling had fallen on my head and i had gone to heaven. have i told you about wonder-ceiling? i havent? well, i will... another story.

anyway, heaven felt really nice as there would be no hammerings on top of my room in heaven ever again.and for that matter, my room isnt really a room.its a huge hall with a fountain spewing diet pepsi right in the centre. i also have a fridge that keeps hot things hot and cold things cold and airtight things airtight. oh.. it also manufactures zero calorie potato chips,cakes and biryani.
hell has the same things, only with calories and the fridge working in reverse.

i felt the pinch of reality when i stumbled on my carpet, neatly folded up and kept beside my bed. (Seriously mom, for the last time - its a medium sized 3 foot by 2 C-A-R-P-E-T NOT A SITTING MAT !! ). but i still couldnt hear any hammerings. did the skinny guy finally hammer his own toenail ?! i remember the agonising sunday mornings i used to wake up to the sounds of hammering ... bang right above my room's wonder-ceilinged roof. i hate skinny guys .
maybe my curse worked and there is one toenail-less skinny guy right now repenting his spite at a devastatingly gorgeous ,intelligent , blessed with powers of telekinesis princess of the kingdom of andulasia from whom he used to steal calorie free potato chips ... hmm..... *sigh* *Sigh* .
a quick question at mom informed me today was the workers day off.

yeah, my home is going through massive reconstruction work. and although, it involves the construction of an entire 1st floor, somehow the only progression which reverberates to the ground floor is the hammerings on the roof -of the ground floor. somedays it gets so bad that we hit ourselves on the head with heavy objects weighing 5 kilos and above and not feel a thing.
Apart from that, when the 1st floor actually gets completed and the relief of having saved my neurons from permanent damage sets in, the ground floor gets the hammerings. i am sure hammerings on the walls of the ground floor will not be worse than those on the roof. right? RIGHT?

apart from the hammerings, since the past few days i also had to endure endless sessions of mission what-walls-to-break-on-ground-floor with my parents. mostly the sessions included enthusiastic suggestions from dad, critical appraisal by mom and me sitting with a glazed look on my eyes.

M-"so, we break the wall of this room to make an entrance via the garage to the main gate? if so,then also break the other wall to create way to the drawing room"

D-"yes, that will be the side entrance.But for the main entrance we have to break the main wall to make a gate and construct another wall right after the current entrance for the main door."

Me- " phoolon sa chehra tera, kaliyon si muskaan hai ...... "

i was singing in my thoughts of course. next time i ll sing out aloud. they are my parents. they already think i am autistic or whatever anyway.
now, i cant wait to start my first hammering-less Sunday in years.


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