What makes us strong is the time we live in
Time has a pattern…the good will be followed by the bad…and the bad will still be followed by the good
Seasons show us the future…the future is not good
God knows to what the present is clinging onto
Its disturbing the nature…its creating an imbalance
We don’t feel shy in playing with the nature
I just think of the day when nature plays with us….its giving me a dementia!!!
I just hope all that I have been thinking is wrong
This world is becoming ruthless as it can get
I need something to hold onto…someone to support me…so this phase could get away!!!
I dont see a point....livin this life thru hell....coz i dont see life...as i am living it out thru a shell...i know it makes a difference...but i also know that the difference is US...i dont care bout the change...i am the change...i know it...i love life......i live life...but i wanna live it for the world!!!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
JOURNEYMAN
This was an ordinary day for most, but a little Indian boy was roaming the lands in search of himself. Who was he? Why was he lost? The answer lay in the stars, for they showed to all who could read them that this was a special day; a cycle was being closed above the head of the little boy; twelve more signs had in turn cast their influence on him. He had seen good and bad, but on this day he was overwhelmed by the bad. And thus he left the land of man seeking the meaning of his existence.
Born under the sign of wood, the little boy was instinctively drawn towards a forest. He ran like a buffalo to reach the heart of the woods, and when he was out of breath, he sat under a tree and couldn’t help himself ask out loud, “What do you want from me?” There was no one there to answer. But in the stillness of the woods, he could hear the voice of the Earth speak to him.
“Those who seek the truth must know how to ask for it. Not all mortals can hear it. Today you have completed a new cycle. You must bring together the elements that have marked your existence so far and your mind will be cleared. You will then know what to ask and I shall answer. Once this step has been taken, you will know what the Question is, and all other things will sink before it.”
The little boy couldn’t understand the meaning of those words, but a sudden chill climbed up his body, making him shiver. So he lit a fire and sat by it, gazing into the flames. And so, strange words came to his mind and he opened his lips to say, “What is my time, my present?”
“When the first intersection of Eternity and Time took place, there was a big bang and from it the universe was formed. As an echo of that big bang there were countless small bangs, countless new small intersections of eternity and time in which life began to thrive. And those are your “presents”. Eternity is but one, though times are numerous, some running parallel to eternity, never intersecting with it. Such dangers are what the legend calls “black knights”. Those, in fact, are places in the universe where eternity and time never intersect, thus forming barren times, in which there is no “golden intersection” of eternity and time, and so in them there can be no present and therefore no life either.”
The boy felt so small in the immensity of time and eternity, and sorrow of a coming ending to all this crept into his soul. Had he become old?
“Am I still young? What is youth?”
“To be young is to be spontaneous, it is to have remained close to the springs of life, it is to get up and unleash yourself from the chains of a society that is obsolete, to dare there where others lack the courage of action, namely, to immerse again into the elementary. The courage of youth is the spirit of "becoming through death", the idea of death and rebirth.”
And indeed the idea of death was there in his mind, sometimes like a shadow, other times like a palpable presence.
“What is death?”
“And death is a small part of our time that has lost the power to stop. Because the amount of time that stands still in the universe is permanent, the surplus leaves. That is why death must occur. Obeying this general imminence, each person's time ceases sooner or later to stand still and dies. When your part of time loses this power to stand still and you will be dead, because remember, as long as time is moving, there is not, there has not been and there will not be life. It has to wait for us so that we can disappear.”
With this, the voice of the Earth was silent. The promise of a new question troubled the boy. How difficult would it be? Would he be able to answer it before his time starts moving again? But the Question listened not to such worries. It ascended from the boy’s heart so clear, so bright, yet so disturbing:
“Are you really sure that you are not someone’s fantasy? Are you convinced that your life is not a mere invention?”
The little boy’s heart sank with sorrow. This was indeed a question he could not answer. And could he look at his life with the same eyes as before? Why did he need to trouble his soul with such thoughts? How could he envisage happiness again, once the doubt of his very existence had found place in his mind?
The voice of the Earth spoke again, “Despair not, for those who seek the truth are always young. Remember that there are no impossible dreams, you just have to dream them right. Love, happiness and health do not come to men together. You have to dream of the one that is right for you and you shall have it.”
The little boy got up. He knew he could not find an answer to his question, but he realised that it was the search that mattered. The search would keep him young at heart. And this search would make him dream for the rest of his still time. What would he choose to dream of? Love, happiness or health? Maybe the dream would come naturally to him. And perhaps dreaming of the right thing is happiness in itself.
Born under the sign of wood, the little boy was instinctively drawn towards a forest. He ran like a buffalo to reach the heart of the woods, and when he was out of breath, he sat under a tree and couldn’t help himself ask out loud, “What do you want from me?” There was no one there to answer. But in the stillness of the woods, he could hear the voice of the Earth speak to him.
“Those who seek the truth must know how to ask for it. Not all mortals can hear it. Today you have completed a new cycle. You must bring together the elements that have marked your existence so far and your mind will be cleared. You will then know what to ask and I shall answer. Once this step has been taken, you will know what the Question is, and all other things will sink before it.”
The little boy couldn’t understand the meaning of those words, but a sudden chill climbed up his body, making him shiver. So he lit a fire and sat by it, gazing into the flames. And so, strange words came to his mind and he opened his lips to say, “What is my time, my present?”
“When the first intersection of Eternity and Time took place, there was a big bang and from it the universe was formed. As an echo of that big bang there were countless small bangs, countless new small intersections of eternity and time in which life began to thrive. And those are your “presents”. Eternity is but one, though times are numerous, some running parallel to eternity, never intersecting with it. Such dangers are what the legend calls “black knights”. Those, in fact, are places in the universe where eternity and time never intersect, thus forming barren times, in which there is no “golden intersection” of eternity and time, and so in them there can be no present and therefore no life either.”
The boy felt so small in the immensity of time and eternity, and sorrow of a coming ending to all this crept into his soul. Had he become old?
“Am I still young? What is youth?”
“To be young is to be spontaneous, it is to have remained close to the springs of life, it is to get up and unleash yourself from the chains of a society that is obsolete, to dare there where others lack the courage of action, namely, to immerse again into the elementary. The courage of youth is the spirit of "becoming through death", the idea of death and rebirth.”
And indeed the idea of death was there in his mind, sometimes like a shadow, other times like a palpable presence.
“What is death?”
“And death is a small part of our time that has lost the power to stop. Because the amount of time that stands still in the universe is permanent, the surplus leaves. That is why death must occur. Obeying this general imminence, each person's time ceases sooner or later to stand still and dies. When your part of time loses this power to stand still and you will be dead, because remember, as long as time is moving, there is not, there has not been and there will not be life. It has to wait for us so that we can disappear.”
With this, the voice of the Earth was silent. The promise of a new question troubled the boy. How difficult would it be? Would he be able to answer it before his time starts moving again? But the Question listened not to such worries. It ascended from the boy’s heart so clear, so bright, yet so disturbing:
“Are you really sure that you are not someone’s fantasy? Are you convinced that your life is not a mere invention?”
The little boy’s heart sank with sorrow. This was indeed a question he could not answer. And could he look at his life with the same eyes as before? Why did he need to trouble his soul with such thoughts? How could he envisage happiness again, once the doubt of his very existence had found place in his mind?
The voice of the Earth spoke again, “Despair not, for those who seek the truth are always young. Remember that there are no impossible dreams, you just have to dream them right. Love, happiness and health do not come to men together. You have to dream of the one that is right for you and you shall have it.”
The little boy got up. He knew he could not find an answer to his question, but he realised that it was the search that mattered. The search would keep him young at heart. And this search would make him dream for the rest of his still time. What would he choose to dream of? Love, happiness or health? Maybe the dream would come naturally to him. And perhaps dreaming of the right thing is happiness in itself.
Monday, November 30, 2009
I JUST CANT TAKE NO MORE!!!
Over and over…the very thought of you freezes my mind
never ending…forever searching… for the answers unknown.
I try and keep myself away from not thinking bout the questions that I have
I think I have them, but the very next moment I think I don’t!
My inner self warns me…but I don’t want to listen
Fear within me crawls…but I want to be strong
I feel…I need to save life…from myself
I am this…I am that…I am off everything I ever had
I think I’ll loose my mind if I face the truth
Dream is my reality…I keep telling this to myself
HOPE…EXPECTATION…EXPLANATION…REALIZATION…have been my motivation
I am LOST and it shows…I am CREEP and it just grows!!!
I JUST CANT TAKE NO MORE!!! I JUST CANT TAKE NO MORE!!!
never ending…forever searching… for the answers unknown.
I try and keep myself away from not thinking bout the questions that I have
I think I have them, but the very next moment I think I don’t!
My inner self warns me…but I don’t want to listen
Fear within me crawls…but I want to be strong
I feel…I need to save life…from myself
I am this…I am that…I am off everything I ever had
I think I’ll loose my mind if I face the truth
Dream is my reality…I keep telling this to myself
HOPE…EXPECTATION…EXPLANATION…REALIZATION…have been my motivation
I am LOST and it shows…I am CREEP and it just grows!!!
I JUST CANT TAKE NO MORE!!! I JUST CANT TAKE NO MORE!!!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
IF ITS LOVE!!!! its everything!!!
Why do I remember you…every hour
Is this because I see you with me not too far??
I am tired of sleepless nights thinking of YOU & ME
But still I don’t have a clue, if its love or a Psyche
If its love…..why don’t I know??
If its love…..why does’nt it grow??
If its love …..why don’t you tell me??
If its love…..are YOU & ME ment to be………..Together!!!
Why am I scared… telling you, that its all you that means to me
Its because my LOVE for you is true….and all I ever wanna be left with is my SOUL and YOU.
If its love ….what should I do??
If its love….would you let me love you??
If its love….would you listen to me??
If its love ….i wanna be with you and feel free!!!
Why am I thinking….??!!! That I should tell you…
what you deserve to listen from me…..SO BABY…
Here I am…in front of you….to tell you that “I LOVE YOU”
And this is what satisfies me!!!
If its love…..It will let you know!!
If its love….its has to grow!!
If its love…..its hard to believe!!
If its love…it’ll bring you PEACE!!
Is this because I see you with me not too far??
I am tired of sleepless nights thinking of YOU & ME
But still I don’t have a clue, if its love or a Psyche
If its love…..why don’t I know??
If its love…..why does’nt it grow??
If its love …..why don’t you tell me??
If its love…..are YOU & ME ment to be………..Together!!!
Why am I scared… telling you, that its all you that means to me
Its because my LOVE for you is true….and all I ever wanna be left with is my SOUL and YOU.
If its love ….what should I do??
If its love….would you let me love you??
If its love….would you listen to me??
If its love ….i wanna be with you and feel free!!!
Why am I thinking….??!!! That I should tell you…
what you deserve to listen from me…..SO BABY…
Here I am…in front of you….to tell you that “I LOVE YOU”
And this is what satisfies me!!!
If its love…..It will let you know!!
If its love….its has to grow!!
If its love…..its hard to believe!!
If its love…it’ll bring you PEACE!!
this is all i ment to you!!!
How I lived my life for you
Still you’d turn away
Now as I die for you
My flesh still burns as I breathe your name
I pushed in that last bit of crack into me
All I could think after that was your game
Did I deserve it??? Answer me???
All these years…I thought I was wrong
Now…Now I know it was you…..
Why did I blame myself for something that you did
No answers!!!
Raise you head, raise your face…raise your eyes
Your eyes are ones I wanna look into
Tell me who you think you are, who?....u make me sick!!!
Wont you hold me again
You just laughed, ha ha… bitch!!
My whole life is work built on the past…the past with you and me baby
But the time has come when all things shall pass
This good thing also passed away.
I talked to the gods, asking them to explain
Is this the virtual reality…She shattered my soul
Just to perish away???
I asked you to explain…u said nothin
Neither did she….who brought me to my knees
There is a better place for me
But its far…far away!!!
Everlasting life for me
In a perfect world
But I gotta die first,
Please God send me on my way
Still you’d turn away
Now as I die for you
My flesh still burns as I breathe your name
I pushed in that last bit of crack into me
All I could think after that was your game
Did I deserve it??? Answer me???
All these years…I thought I was wrong
Now…Now I know it was you…..
Why did I blame myself for something that you did
No answers!!!
Raise you head, raise your face…raise your eyes
Your eyes are ones I wanna look into
Tell me who you think you are, who?....u make me sick!!!
Wont you hold me again
You just laughed, ha ha… bitch!!
My whole life is work built on the past…the past with you and me baby
But the time has come when all things shall pass
This good thing also passed away.
I talked to the gods, asking them to explain
Is this the virtual reality…She shattered my soul
Just to perish away???
I asked you to explain…u said nothin
Neither did she….who brought me to my knees
There is a better place for me
But its far…far away!!!
Everlasting life for me
In a perfect world
But I gotta die first,
Please God send me on my way
I WISH I COULD DIE
Somehow I wish I could fly
Somehow the aftermath could lay unseen...
In my shades of dreams...I cant free my features
I still feel bound...so unfound...so unwanted...to the day!!!
Oh I just don’t, I just can’t...know foresee the end ...This unending pursuit of charisma...that leads the way!!!
The riverbed filled with illusions called flowers and petals…
Drenched pain in hollow skies, haunting and taunting bird that never cares....but flies!!!
Somehow I wish I could fly... Somehow I wish I could never shy
Shy away from the shaded dreams...Fly free to touch my own sky
The lustful bird could only flee...my illusions of this mystical realm!!! To get me some meaning to this life.....to fade me away...so that I could peacefully die!!!
Somehow the aftermath could lay unseen...
In my shades of dreams...I cant free my features
I still feel bound...so unfound...so unwanted...to the day!!!
Oh I just don’t, I just can’t...know foresee the end ...This unending pursuit of charisma...that leads the way!!!
The riverbed filled with illusions called flowers and petals…
Drenched pain in hollow skies, haunting and taunting bird that never cares....but flies!!!
Somehow I wish I could fly... Somehow I wish I could never shy
Shy away from the shaded dreams...Fly free to touch my own sky
The lustful bird could only flee...my illusions of this mystical realm!!! To get me some meaning to this life.....to fade me away...so that I could peacefully die!!!
THE BLACK RIVER
Im getting pulled into the black river...the river of sorrow... the asylum that spares none
filled with wetness, wet visions of detest…havoc...blown
Drop by drop...inch by inch I am pulled into the swallow core filled with atrocities that are tearing me apart
unseen and unheard, visions are bedazzled by gloomy desolation
keen…yet not to be seen...under the morning light of isolation
I Cried... I screamed...I yelled….I died…….still I tried….
Disdained humans stay behind...in memories of bygone
Getting pulled into the black river...river bred by fear, pain, misery and DEATH
I am getting pulled into the black river...the river of sorrow... the asylum that spares none
filled with sadness, cryptic…but hope is alive...FUCK!!!
filled with wetness, wet visions of detest…havoc...blown
Drop by drop...inch by inch I am pulled into the swallow core filled with atrocities that are tearing me apart
unseen and unheard, visions are bedazzled by gloomy desolation
keen…yet not to be seen...under the morning light of isolation
I Cried... I screamed...I yelled….I died…….still I tried….
Disdained humans stay behind...in memories of bygone
Getting pulled into the black river...river bred by fear, pain, misery and DEATH
I am getting pulled into the black river...the river of sorrow... the asylum that spares none
filled with sadness, cryptic…but hope is alive...FUCK!!!
WRATH!!!
She holds me firm...from ashes to dust
She can’t see... that I am corroding to rust
Ending the world in vein...craving the surreal oblivion
Seconds would bring tides...seconds would decide
Beyond me the world dies... But still there is something called Hope
The hope is on hold...the hope is waiting...waiting for Hearts of Gold!!!
And I thought why am I feeling so cold...
Its because this skin that I am wearing is so old...
The master & the commander are preparing to conquer
The slaves are ripping apart their souls
Death horrifies death to bat outta hell
Survivors are living on the edge
Breaking apart in the blood bath
Maybe this is…wat has to be the WRATH!
She can’t see... that I am corroding to rust
Ending the world in vein...craving the surreal oblivion
Seconds would bring tides...seconds would decide
Beyond me the world dies... But still there is something called Hope
The hope is on hold...the hope is waiting...waiting for Hearts of Gold!!!
And I thought why am I feeling so cold...
Its because this skin that I am wearing is so old...
The master & the commander are preparing to conquer
The slaves are ripping apart their souls
Death horrifies death to bat outta hell
Survivors are living on the edge
Breaking apart in the blood bath
Maybe this is…wat has to be the WRATH!
THANK-YOU!!!
I close my eyes, and I imagine
The pink of your cheeks when u smile
The sound of your laughter in my ears
I wish I could savor u for a while.
What do I do to make you stay
coz in your arms I’ll be okay
So missing u my feelings I rhyme
I want u like my shadow, with me all the time.
My tears only you can fight away
these passing moments I wish I cud delay.
I open my eyes and I see
No one to walk these empty miles with me
I see no familiarity,
So I close my eyes and drift away from reality…
I close my eyes and I remember
all those moments we've spent together
Those walks and the endless talks
the hour long fights and the lonely nights
What do I do to make u stay
coz in your arms I’ll be okay
So missing u my feelings I rhyme
I want u like my shadow, with me all the time.
My tears only you can fight away
These passing moments I wish i cud delay.
I loved u then, I love u today,
I’ll love you till my existence, I'll love u come wat may.....
The pink of your cheeks when u smile
The sound of your laughter in my ears
I wish I could savor u for a while.
What do I do to make you stay
coz in your arms I’ll be okay
So missing u my feelings I rhyme
I want u like my shadow, with me all the time.
My tears only you can fight away
these passing moments I wish I cud delay.
I open my eyes and I see
No one to walk these empty miles with me
I see no familiarity,
So I close my eyes and drift away from reality…
I close my eyes and I remember
all those moments we've spent together
Those walks and the endless talks
the hour long fights and the lonely nights
What do I do to make u stay
coz in your arms I’ll be okay
So missing u my feelings I rhyme
I want u like my shadow, with me all the time.
My tears only you can fight away
These passing moments I wish i cud delay.
I loved u then, I love u today,
I’ll love you till my existence, I'll love u come wat may.....
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