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There are roles played to me

by them , I call my friends as are
And yet, there is an act , a say
That no one seems for me, to play.

I seem not able to read it in words, learnt
Nor find it counsel seeked
It seems to have walked away just

From drunken mirth, and calming love

I am failing, falling

under the beautiful blue today
Sailing skywards at a promise made
by the tempting moon, and the treacherous wind.

And still, at the end
I hope to find, what I was looking for
Though I know not of its color
Though I know not of its place

There are roles played to me

by them , I call my friends as are
And yet, there is an act , a say
That no one seems for me, to play.

Call me your Leader

I'll take you there, follow blind

To a place unknown, just fall behind

Call me your leader, come tread along

I'll steal your mind and sing you a song

Call me your Leader, just fall behind

*image Google

And now, that I go

And now, that I go
I have nothing to give
Nothing to share, to hold
but some beads of light, some sky blue
Few beautiful sighs for the morning dew
Some stories for the night, and ghosts that flew
Those befriended lies and a pacified rue.

And now, that I go
I have nothing to give
except all poetry, that I leave for you.

Image* Google

The Confused sort

Flying with the clouds

on a high that is bound to stay

for a fear that shouts betray

and a lady friend of mine.

Lurking in the shadows

with devils on the alley way

deep within a single fray

of the shrewd black inside my mind

Flowing like the blues do

of the ocean, of the music

in an old and the new hit

growing in and out of love

Close up like a fist does

on a ring for my mistress

where I am the only one to stand

and fall again

Flying with the clouds

on a high that is bound to stay

Idiopathic?

Just like every other loyal Indian this moment who is sad about the bomb blasts, I use the Social Networking platform to express empathy and blame our government for it!

Seriously?!

The Nation of the Mahatma, has finally awakened,again. So for the next few weeks we are all going to change our face book statuses to 'Lets hang Kasab!'.

Again,Seriously?!

I agree, that the guy deserves hell, he came into my country and he killed my people, he deserves hell, yes. I also agree that we do not send out strong signals as a country when we seem to have done nothing but feed him for quite some time now.

But then, I have to ask you this , How are you sure killing Kasab would have in any way better-ed what happened?
I may be a little too harsh when I say this, but it just sounds like we just want to kill someone, cause we could not save the ones we loved.Someone bad, yes, but point here is that we want to kill.Isn't that what he did?

I had heard this term somewhere,'Evolved Response'. What would that be?

And for all those people who have started writing letters to Dr Manmohan Singh, Sonia Gandhi and all of those who were supposed to have saved us, I ask, 'Did you Vote?'
And for those who cannot understand the relevance, you really do not deserve to.

I friend recently quoted "His head is purely for cosmetic reasons". I'd agree to this If he'd have pointed at most of us.

Before I go on and lose reason for this post, what I am trying to tell you or thinking about is that, wouldn't it be a better world if all of us did what we could have?

Know,Educate, Create and Think.

Shouldn't India Help India?

Basic, right?I believe this means a better world for tomorrow.Give it a try?

You might say I have lost my mind, that I am living in a fantasy world with no sense of actuality, some of you might also think that I am not a good enough citizen. I cannot in any way, prove to you that I care.Sorry.

On a lighter note, lets do the news

1)This has been the longest I have attended the gym without a break.Two days!

2)Idiopathic is not Idiot+ Pathic

3)The real reason for the mirrors in the gym are so that you can laugh at all those expressions you make while lifting Weights.

4)We won a football game! (The captain let me play for two minutes)

5)I have to pass time, I be back to blogging again!

Breaking News(The ones that really matter)

1)Indira Gandhi once mistook 'Haathi' for 'Haath'.

2)Eva Longoria is doing a Lesbian love making scene.

3)Any girl I want to ask out would never say yes if she'd notice my nose.

Thank you for the read people. You guys have been really good .And Jobless :D

The Wedding Red

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

Where the best thing that can happen to you is a power cut along with the night sky.