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Soon the formatted, edited, reviewed version of the most awaited, most original book of mine will be published, via amazon, kindle.
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I tell you
how I saw it.
I describe you the very scene
The color was grey
with a shade of blue,
There was brightness
in the dark.
It wasn’t dull
neither was it gloomy,
it was calm and serene.
It gave me the pleasure of witnessing the utmost beauty,
the beauty of the dark shades.
They were brighter than the fluorescents,
such was the allure.
From 20 to 2
Posted: August 3, 2015 in miscellaneousTags: group, jump, minded, monkeys, obstacle, pace, path, road, virgin
It all started from a group of people aimlessly together, a group in search of an identity. The journey started with unfamiliar faces and warm hearts, shiny eyes hoping for a bright future.
The strength in number and the trust pulled the farthest together, craving to explore the pandora box was all on their faces.
Together we are and shall be, was all everyone thought of, hangouts and plans never ending, no reason to laugh but giggles all around, no reason to jump but monkeys all around, the enthusiasm was unmatched, I WAS AFRAID !!
Afraid that there soon will be a turn, afraid that the road might not be able to adjust all of us, afraid that the hearts might grow colder, afraid that the journey was too short, my fear soon turned into a reality!
The point came where the paths diverted, diverted into in numerous virgin, untrodden paths, all packed and ready to trod. 
I saw them walking ahead, none turned to look back, I was standing in the middle waiting for someone to hold my hand, stay for a while. I wanted someone to not to choose those paths and stay with me but probably what I wanted was not virtuous!
We all had to move ahead and I couldn’t be an obstacle!!
But somehow on my journey I managed to find one, one more like minded, one who could match my pace.
AND then it was from twenty to two.
What are you waiting for?
Posted: July 21, 2015 in miscellaneousTags: different, do, happiness, life, live, live forever, lough, lve, moment, never, now, opinion, perfect, time
We always wait for the perfect moment for everything, be it starting something new, proposing, loving, falling for someone. We don’t realize the moment we experience that one thing should happen, that is actually the perfect moment. Moreover there is nothing as the perfect moment, It’s we who make it perfect!
Say you propose someone unexpectedly, man! you just had a moment and ask the one you proposed……It’s perfect for them.
PERFECT! PERFECT !
We regret, curse ourselves for not having done this and that, crib and cry for things we should or must have said, but this concept of making ‘it’ perfect, the right time for ‘it’ ruins it all..Yeah it really does…
Believe me, all it takes is your own heart and belief that yes, this very moment is perfect!
Our life is too short to waste time in searching the right time!
What are you waiting for?
Your death bed?…….
Believe me you won’t be able to say much then!……. just a farewell!
P.S. The wait for the perfect moment sometimes steals away the very simple moments of your life!!
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
Love me like you do……..that’s all you gotta say to yourself!! Love yourself!!!
What are you waiting for?
It’s not worth it!!…………
Kick of happiness
Posted: July 18, 2015 in miscellaneousTags: aim, ancient style, anger, appointment system, aviation, beauty, betrayed, bright sunlight, enjoy, miracle, unexpected
A sudden kick of happiness
makes everything right.
You forecast a bad weather
but all you see is a rainbow and a radiant light,
that’s the kick of happiness!
Life wants you to acknowledge
the beauty of the unexpected,
the happiness of being prepared for the worst and
yet witnessing the best!
The relief and the boundless joy
awaits you!
Remember, always have space for a miracle
to change you.
And then you’ll experience the kick of happiness.
Which will onset you!
Shuffle thoughts
Posted: July 17, 2015 in miscellaneousTags: life, meaning, music, people, random, shuffle, songs
Songs in my list play shuffle.
a sad preceded by another, a soulful followed by another,
they play shuffle.
Meanwhile my thoughts shuffle!
People in my life shuffle,
Their faces shuffle.
The random play somehow makes things simple,
beauty of the unexpected drives away the fear of the expected!
I Shuffle between people, Shuffle songs I play.
The puzzle of my life
suddenly starts taking a form
The randomness becomes meaningful.
Meanwhile my thoughts Shuffle!
Songs in my list play shuffle.
HIE FELLAS!!
NI HAO!
Yes, thats true I am indeed…… BACK after a long time .
It’s been a long time and probably my style of writing has changed too but I’ll try to keep up with the standards 🙂
Soon you will get to read a fresh art work.
All the best to me!
Nothing has changed,
just the last digit, digit of the year.
The months are same and so are the seasons.
The wind is same but the fragrance and the essence has changed.
The person is same but the feelings have changed.
The world is same, but mine does’nt exists anymore.
The relationship is same, but the bonds are weaker now,
the threads cant bear the weight of this relation.
The bodies are same, but the heart has transformed,
it has started to follow the mind.
The steps are same, but they are no longer parallel.
The lips still smile, but have lost their glow.
The eyes do see, but only the superficial.
The hands do shake, but the warmth is no more.
The hug still exists, but the two souls are no longer free.
They exists in the world, but are no longer part of it.
And they still say nothing has changed, just the digits,
digits of the year!
HunGRy HUnGeR…………….
Posted: June 23, 2013 in miscellaneous, UncategorizedTags: chocolate factories, food, food food, health, medicine, saliva
Sucking your saliva down your throat
when you have nothing to gulp.
Nothing to chew, nothing to munch.
Hunger rising from your stomach
to your throat.
Imagination works extremely well here you could imagine all sorts of beverages and desserts.
The saliva this time instead of flowing down your throat comes out of your mouth.
At this point of time you experience hungry hunger.
After this your hunger drives you crazy.
You can only think of food, feel food, have food
its only food.
Food now means an entire wold to you.
All sorts of chocolate factories and Willy Wonka
limit your thinking capacity.
By this time you badly wish to eat someone
cause the line between vegetarian and non vegetarian
vanishes away.
All sorts of preferences and choices disappear.
The hungry hunger demands you to gobble everything and anything,
your retina could scan.
The person sitting next to me
had a great beard
grey in colour.
Old age had gobbled him up.
His lips lacked that blood red shine,
Cheeks were flappy and needed support.
His back had lost control and was swinging.
His hair were out of order,
representing the crucial years he had
already spent.
But his eyes had glitter in them
they shine as if wise,
years had not washed away,
the glitter of his eyes.
His hands represented his hard work,
and legs, gave an idea how much
he had traveled in his life.
The watch on his wrist
represented golden age.
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