Long exciting roads
And dreamy little me
Vast expanse of blue above
Enveloping my yellow being
Thoughts, actions and subsequent reactions
Amidst all the hunger within
Plans, Plans and more plans drawn
To push my dreams to certainty
A random thought, a random fear
A random smile, and sometimes a tear
Looks like this is the path for me
Made up of lots of events and my dreams
Journey though is exciting indeed
Peppered with temporary gloom and glee
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm is the most frequent sentiment these days... in terms of everything... shaant, sorted, simple life (*touchwood*)
miss my moti and mummy :( :) but thats ok.... kuch paane k liye kuch khona padta hai...
listening to dil dhoondta hai, fursat k raat din.... all by myself, gtalk par school friend se gappe lag rahe hain, thoda sa thanda thoda sa garm weather.... delighted mood.... ae dil e nadaan aarzoo kya hai joostju kya hai
settling down a bit, feeling nice... better :)
miss my moti and mummy :( :) but thats ok.... kuch paane k liye kuch khona padta hai...
listening to dil dhoondta hai, fursat k raat din.... all by myself, gtalk par school friend se gappe lag rahe hain, thoda sa thanda thoda sa garm weather.... delighted mood.... ae dil e nadaan aarzoo kya hai joostju kya hai
settling down a bit, feeling nice... better :)
Monday, May 25, 2009
me
Every beginning brings hope,
Hope of a new experience,
Hope of a new dawn
Hope of a new life,
Garnished with new dreams..
What I don’t hope,
Is a new me in the new day..
How can then the beginning be new?
So the genius, Einstein says,
Different results they expect, same things they do,
Are a perfect example of the eternal fool…
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Of dreams, ambition, plans and passion.
Of money, people, relations and humans.
Of profit, profile, business and emotion.
Of time, tide, event and occasion.
There is all but hardly anything at all.
There are relationships but a serious lack of bond.
There is money but no real men around.
Possessing it seems to be the chant, earning it is a distant sound.
People being bought out, ethics being sold, souls being shushed, inner voices put on hold.
Every street every lane stinks of ruthless ambition, every thought these days is just about another business proposition...
Days of blissful mirth are out and gone, remnants of stark reality stay to haunt.
Of money, people, relations and humans.
Of profit, profile, business and emotion.
Of time, tide, event and occasion.
There is all but hardly anything at all.
There are relationships but a serious lack of bond.
There is money but no real men around.
Possessing it seems to be the chant, earning it is a distant sound.
People being bought out, ethics being sold, souls being shushed, inner voices put on hold.
Every street every lane stinks of ruthless ambition, every thought these days is just about another business proposition...
Days of blissful mirth are out and gone, remnants of stark reality stay to haunt.
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