Showing posts from October, 2004

Repository of some random thoughts

Soulspill The voice of a soul Now whenever do I smell the waft of love, I gonna spread my wings n' fly with it. Maybe, these winds of love may never touch me again. *** Right Fight I am fallin' apart in the most wonderful ways. After that fight, I turned my back to u and started walking, and my heart did the same to me. it walked straight to u. My eyes have burnt themselves with the sweetest of flames of ur vision. My ears are deaf to everything but those once-heard sound of urs. I smell ur movements, ur hair...u. and shut off in a suspended tranquil perception of u. I am touched by the winds from the wings of ur spirit. Even in a fight with u, I find deepest solace in the fact that I have found my equal. That, we two together are all set to the journey of our respective souls, together. ***** the difference The akins Seekin' the light, against the shadowy plight, for the struggle within, & the fight inside. I am far away, from the material delights, By this placid lak
Musin ' my life The heavy commercialization and the shift of paradigm of morals towards an capitally aggresive society, has led to a huge smoke screen of misplaced faiths and inefficient morals. Advertising has people chasing cars and clothes they don't need. Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need. The things you used to own, now they own you. This Demoralization could have prevented only if we could have had a sound educational system. The education system has done little, to improve the students as a human being. Must children be tought with books alone? Let them look at the stars and the mountains above. Let them look at the waters and the trees and flowers on Earth. Then they will begin to think, and to think is the beginning of real education. They should be encouraged to be curious, to be brave and true. What is done now is to pack the lil' brains with as many facts and figures as possible. The moral an
Lets Be Born Everyday Captive here, Forever, But our hope will be lost Never Hope stems from dreams. Dreams are funny, gossamer-like things. They thrive in the darkness of the night when no one except your innermost self is around to hold them up to the harsh light of reality. But, dreams are essential. In the hard day's night, the hardships, the misery of the day, waft away to a distant planet..far from the pleasant, empowering, sometimes absurd- dreams. Without them, half the world would have killed itself or had thrown the vengeance on others. Dream is an anodyne. And for a hedonist like me, without dreams I wouldn't have been myself. Now, in the past-modern 20th century, it is chic to be cynical and to believe in nothing, except maybe oneself. In this kind of culture, enthusiasm is ridiculed, dreams are blasé and passion is deadly. Those with dreams and the courage to follow them, have what I call passion. Passionate people dare to dream. In life, there are the believer