And in red that I see you now
I shall hope you stay
I shall wish you wane
In the red that I bled today
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The meaning of Peace
There are a few places that smiled by and stood aside as the world around them raced to become all important centres of human civilisation , not because they couldn't but simply cause they were wise enough to not.
One of them is my native town, Thalora.
It is.I hope will always be,a place with moss covered walls that tell you that is the only way they can stand.
With roads that wind up and down a hill , convincing it that it has not been tamed , just adorned with.A Place with whispering trees and singing insects, where nothing can be ugly,and nothing can produce anger, while beauty and peace canvas everything there is and ever will be.
Like wisdom over wrinkles.
With little known Ancient temples that were made when man still had ample time and acumen to build the divine, dress it and present it to the gods as homes. Legends and myths sculpted into walls and entire eternties, as paintings and word take back their true meaning and stature.Ponds from waters of a holy river a thousand miles away and a giant tree just as old as the skies.
A Place where reverance is not demanded, but is fully understood.
Where sunsets on the hills make you realise that you are witnessing something that nature wants to show off, that this was where god stood and pondered, and all poetry was born.
I have my home here
Under the stars and among these trees
Singing a thousand songs as the crickets please
Smelling the rain, with winds to talk
Rivers and sands with gods to walk
As drama unfolds in a second , by the hour
I wish I could play, but a small little part
Ponder at the twinkle, the firefly's beating heart
Glad I am, at peace I shall be
I have a home here
And I wish I'd never leave
One of them is my native town, Thalora.
It is.I hope will always be,a place with moss covered walls that tell you that is the only way they can stand.
With roads that wind up and down a hill , convincing it that it has not been tamed , just adorned with.A Place with whispering trees and singing insects, where nothing can be ugly,and nothing can produce anger, while beauty and peace canvas everything there is and ever will be.
Like wisdom over wrinkles.
With little known Ancient temples that were made when man still had ample time and acumen to build the divine, dress it and present it to the gods as homes. Legends and myths sculpted into walls and entire eternties, as paintings and word take back their true meaning and stature.Ponds from waters of a holy river a thousand miles away and a giant tree just as old as the skies.
A Place where reverance is not demanded, but is fully understood.
Where sunsets on the hills make you realise that you are witnessing something that nature wants to show off, that this was where god stood and pondered, and all poetry was born.
I have my home here
Under the stars and among these trees
Singing a thousand songs as the crickets please
Smelling the rain, with winds to talk
Rivers and sands with gods to walk
As drama unfolds in a second , by the hour
I wish I could play, but a small little part
Ponder at the twinkle, the firefly's beating heart
Glad I am, at peace I shall be
I have a home here
And I wish I'd never leave
Where the best thing that can happen to you is a power cut along with the night sky.
I, Different
I have seen your world, your Justices and more
let mine be different
for as clever and strong
your truths may seem
they are all but lines to me
Some tested, some not yet learnt.
I've lived my life
and I shall live
the way I chose to breath
and as you find me
weak and dull, I bid you well
and ask you to leave
My centre is me.
For you can say that I was right
you can say that I'll be wrong
that I was bad or high or low
but never do think
I'll let you stand
Judge for me to be
I shall make my own mistakes
Even as I see you frown
As long as I fight, As long as I'll sheild
I'll feel some truths and etch some lies
and you,sadly
will be there and still not see
that I was strong,but
weaker than you think
Lessons
In good old times, I used to not work as much.
The office is killing me again , feeding me to people, google and immense boredom, and while the whole world seems to enjoy gauding on a bearded man's death, I am trying to write funny whilst wondering wether I can dig my nose and be let off. The sneeze would be worth it.
Meanwhile, life continues to teach me newer things.Things that tell me that the rain god and the traffic god are the best of friends, inseperable.That you do not go near an elephant and make loud noises and that drama in the movies means much more that they ever can out of the 21 inch screen.
I mean, A hill top beer date or a letter could actually mean very little for people who swear by romance.The simple fact is, drama ceases to exist in the world that follows physics.Even if you download her favourite song and make your phone sing it while the beer happens.
I agree to the possibility that drama might not come to those who'd want to go out with four girls at one time, more so if the girls know it.But you simply cannot deny the fact that background music and a mosquito free hill serve a good purpose.
It Never ever comes to those thought to be kids. Drama, like marriage, seems to happen only to the old and stupid enough.
And when the Universe talks to me , I should share
1)People who are trying to count the number of Vegetarians and Meat eaters on facebook are on a truly noble mission.They make people like me feel good about ourselves.
2)If you are a thin person, you should really not call a fat person fat.
2)If you are a thin person, you should really not call a fat person fat.
3)If you are one of those people who work at a Public Relation firm, you are probably really bad at everything else.And this too.
4)I am a kid.I am Calvin.
For all those who think that means I'm not mature enough for a human.Up Yours.
And for the rest of you who were bored enough to read.Much Obliged.
The Point?
It looks like India has has finally awakened,like the days of corruption are over, like dishonest people will finally pay up and all that money will go back to those who earned it, like a 'One lakh' car is going to drive straight into our hearts, like all the cute dogs on our roads will find generous homes.
It is a truly colorful picture. Or is it?
If you ask me, it is not India, it is only facebook, that has awakened.
People asking each other to join the force that fights corruption. 'Notes' that explain who Anna Hazare is, his vision, his greatness. People 'tagged' in badges that say 'No corruption'.People putting up pictures of candle lit parks.
We the People,who gift cops with a 100 rupee note every time they catch us without a license.Still plan to.
Don't you think that a point is missed?Totally?
Yea well,I guess you should just ignore me .
When India beat Australia , I was happy , when they beat Pakistan, I was overjoyed , and when we won against Sri Lanka,I was a World Champion. Nothing can ever beat that feeling.
People Likewise felt happy too,and hence I got a lot of happy messages. Messages that said we beat 'the Whites', 'the terrorists' , and 'Sita's kidnappers'.
It was a fun message! oh lord! so much fun.
That week I read about 4 people calling Pakistani's 'fucking terrorists'.Four minds prejudiced to hate a nation beyond all doubt. Good?
The whole point of a sport, any sport ,I think, is to leave differences behind, to enjoy being stripped of all those layers you'd have had to wear as you grow up. To just be you and enjoy the game. Ironically , I see now , The love for the game has a lot to do with the hate for the an other player.
4 People! And inexplicable hate.
Yup, maybe I need to lighten up a little. You think?
There was a time when I thought the Education system was the one thing we needed to change, but now I see, that education might not be the point missed. Humanity, might be.
The disturbing fact is, We have no idea what to do.
There are some people I know though, who fight in their own ways. Rachel Daniels would not use plastic even if it came with a 'Calvin and Hobbes' poster, Snigdha Kapoor would not litter for free coffees in Costa, Chaitanya Challa Ravindranath wants to open up a school , even though he knows he'd end up scaring half the kids to death. Abhijeeth Hanumandala would want the best for people around him, except when they steal his food.
These are the people I want to fight the bad things with.
The line from the ' Rang De Basanti' song goes
' Jo ban sake tu humsafar mera, Nazar mila zara'. Think.
Anna Hazare's cause, I know , is a noble one, but are we good enough to voice it, is what I ask.Do you deserve to fight for it? or do you, at the very least , even desreve all that virtual applause on a social networking site?
Have you done anything worth?At all?
When, once, you dont bribe that cop, let me know , I shall respect you. and Listen.
Fray
Will you or Will you not
Sing a song Along
With lines of Pity and Pain
Paint lighthouses that mourn
Dead waves against a rock
Will you now, dance with me
In Memories of a candle lit hall
Till the night grows old
and Owls come stare
At a romance long gone
Will you come, to laugh and mock
At the moon I gave you
And be torn by wolves seeking revenge
for the stolen white orb
Of dreams, that made them howl
Will you come now, again
to Come fill Reason into lines
These that the world will find Insane
Unless you smile and kill me again
Will you come, Sweet maiden mine.
Don't you come now
Now in love with the fray
I'll let myself walk away
Holding cold winter Nights
That befriend longer than Summer Light.
The Best?
The one sad thing about being Inspired is the need for approval.
The reason , I realise, did not have anything to do with not being good enough, but that it was not good enough for someone else.If you think about it, I guess you'll find it quite stupid a reason too.For someone who was proud of the fact that they think on their own , the want for acknowledgement can become a thing of shame.It has now.
I do understand that a genius wants all his work to be the best there was, and the fact that everyone aspires to be one.The one thing though, that I don't think is justified is not applying that genious , becuase you think it not to be the best. Today's world can use a one or two of the 'Almost Geniuses'
Changing opinions is a great responsibilty, and in a perfect world , they always change for the better.Fortunately,we don't live in one. And hence, should not shirk from trying .
The reason , I realise, did not have anything to do with not being good enough, but that it was not good enough for someone else.If you think about it, I guess you'll find it quite stupid a reason too.For someone who was proud of the fact that they think on their own , the want for acknowledgement can become a thing of shame.It has now.
I do understand that a genius wants all his work to be the best there was, and the fact that everyone aspires to be one.The one thing though, that I don't think is justified is not applying that genious , becuase you think it not to be the best. Today's world can use a one or two of the 'Almost Geniuses'
Changing opinions is a great responsibilty, and in a perfect world , they always change for the better.Fortunately,we don't live in one. And hence, should not shirk from trying .
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