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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Withering Hope

Its a heart wrenching agony,
Swollen eyes, can never dry
They seem to have a way

Love is like
A disease inside
No doctor can take the pain away

I don't wish to be,
if I can't have you,
Your the only girl

Don't leave me
all by myself, in this
cold and lonely world

And I only wish us to be together,
when your hair turn grey

If not this life, then the other,
You'll be mine, some day


I don't wish to be,
if I can't have you,
Your the only girl

Don't leave me
all by myself, in this
cold and lonely world


Hope is ..
forever alive,
Hoping;
forever, I might...

Friday, April 10, 2009

Nirvana (Short Prose)

They pursuit for an unseen abode that remains untamed for hundreds
of centuries since man ever stepped on this planet


…. perhaps since forever.

A place so infringed where all desires clearly penned and
gravely restrained before it to achieve… a mere belief, are
reluctantly but willfully discarded
by those that wish for eternal bliss.

Some blindly walk the path; others are like puppets
to their settled functioning. Some reason pragmatism
with spirituality. They pursuit belief with a reason…
“It is a way of life”.


Way of life indeed … but can there be a liberal choice
where one decides destiny for himself. How can they
reason pragmatism with spirituality?
Are we just born lucky? Is it the religion that writes
our destinies or the faith derived from it?

They pursuit for an unseen abode that remains untamed
for hundreds of centuries


…. only death can distinguish all fallacies.


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Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Loose Grip

Fist; loosely gripped
always slips almost everything

Certain to traverse
every sane restraint

Choices carelessly made;
always replace every place of
love with hate

Only mortality
is destined
The only cult of life;
is This very cult of Thought

Certain to baffle
every sane reason,
Its always easy to blame
the end result on God

Governing hypocrites
generate propogandas

Orange, blue and red
does the work; every idea is sick

Media is only a money
making business these days

Visual and Audio potency
can easily misguide you;
with its manipulating tricks


Make your country,
or break your country..

Choice is yours;
It always had been

Make a choice,
Do the right; today


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