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Why do i need the sun when i don't need the light,
Why do i need the stars when i like to be lost,
Why do i need love when i don't need the warmth,
Why do i need life when i don't have the passion for sweat.

Why am i alive. Yup u guessed it right.... =)

Love in INXS

Here I am, lost in the light of the moon that comes through my window
Bathed in blue, the walls of my memory divide the thorns from the roses
It's you and the roses

Touch me and I will follow in your afterglow
Heal me from all this sorrow
As I let you go I will find my way when I see your eyes
Now I'm living in your afterglow

Here I am, lost in the ashes of time, but who wants tomorrow?
In between the longing to hold you again
I'm caught in your shadow, I'm losing control
My mind drifts away, we only have today

Touch me and I will follow in your afterglow
Heal me from all this sorrow
As I let you go I will find my way
I will sacrifice 'til the blinding day when I see your eyes
Now I'm living in your afterglow

When the faith has gone as I let you go, as I let you go

Touch me and I will follow in your afterglow
Heal me from all this sorrow
As I let you go I will find my way, I will sacrifice
Now I'm living in your afterglow

Bathed in blue, the walls of my memory divide the thorns from the roses
It's you who is closest



Have you ever had that perfect moment, when your emotional status is defined so poetically by a song that it makes u cry and laugh at the same time....Guess, this is what they call happiness?

Calvin Versus Mirza Ghalib

Hazaron khwahishen aisi ki har khwahish pe dum nikle,
Bahot nikle mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle.

- Mirza Ghalib




(Myriad and yet each solitary wish
One that I could die for
Unnumbered the desires I possessed
Innumerable those I yearn for)

Who has the power to keep us alive? Thinking. Do I have the key or is there someone else who hold the key to everything we do. Have you ever wondered? Why why why...all this torture, turning us into buffoons, lovers, poets and some into maniac bloggers =)

Mood - Not Good/Irritated
Office - Working?
Word for the day - Limerick
Listening to - You're Beautiful - James Blunt

If I was blind,
I wouldn't have seen you, my angel.
If I was mute,
I wouldn't have expressed my love
By singing you a sonnet,
If I was deaf,
I wouldn't hear u whisper "I love u" in my ears.

Ayyo! ...This sucks...

Mild Is The Parting Year

Mild is the parting year and sweet
The odour of the falling spray;
Life passes on more rudely fleet,
And balmless is its closing day.

I wait its close, I court its gloom,
But mourn that never must there fall;
Or on my breast or on my tomb
The tear that would have soothed it all.

By Walter Savage Landor



Random Thoughts

I'm torn by the desire to be near her, the place I wanna go, but I can't and I am here, where I am banished. My poor soul, it's desires burnt at the altar of time. It’s existence merely a mirage of a picture dolphin always wanted to paint. He once imagined it to be as colourful as the rainbow on a rain drenched Picasso; the lines, opaque, figures washed away blurring the boundaries.

My dear god, just forget about me, just look after her. I’ll still dwell here, after the end of time, like the dust and the ash ready to be picked up by the next wind.
I try to watch the sunset everyday and there are days when I wish I wouldn't wake up the next morning.Sometimes I look at the sunset, your beautiful creation and want to savour it as your parting gift to this life which you have bestowed on me.



Wednesday: Early morning/Home/Thinking

Life has a beginning and an end. Sometimes it is difficult where to start and end . I believe time has long hands and you never have an inclination when it’s gonna catch-up and strangle you with its abandon joy or crush you with pinching pain and agony.

from The Ship of Death

Build then the ship of death, for you must take
the longest journey, to oblivion.

And die the death, the long and painful death
that lies between the old self and the new.

Already our bodies are fallen, bruised, badly bruised,
already our souls are oozing through the exit
of the cruel bruise.

Already the dark and endless ocean of the end
is washing in through the breaches of our wounds,
Already the flood is upon us.

Oh build your ship of death, your little ark
and furnish it with food, with little cakes, and wine
for the dark flight down oblivion.

By D.H. Lawrence


"Do I fear the invisible dark hand of death," Lawrence had asked once, "plucking me into the darkness, gathering me blossom by blossom from the stem of life into the unknown of my afterwards? I fear it only in reverence and with strange satisfaction."



Dolphin kept aside the book of peoms he was reading.It was a fullmoon night.Death as a strange satisfaction,hmm....Dolphin had a faint smile across his face.No idea what he was thinking, but it somehow gave a feeling he was enjoying his thoughts.

I am not I

I am not I.
I am this one
Walking beside me whom I do not see,
Whom at times I manage to visit,
And at other times forget.
The one who remains silent when I talk,
The one who forgives, sweet, when I hate,
The one who takes a walk when I am indoors,
The one who will remain standing when I die.

By Juan Ramon Jimenez
(Translated by Robert Bly)


Women have always played a great part in my life. Some of them have been my greatest inspirations.
Gran'ma - who taught me to find happiness in the little things that sometimes walk into our life unexpectedly and that family was everything.I will always miss her.
Mom - who taught me to never give up on people, however bad they might be turn out to be. They always have a reason why, they are the way they are....I believe I got my philosophical genes from her =)
Chu Chu - who taught me how to love and whose footprints I carry everyday.....

The Voice

Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
Saying that now you are not as you were
When you had changed from the one who was all to me,
But as at first, when our day was fair.

Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then,
Standing as when I drew near to the town
Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then,
Even to the original air-blue gown!

Or is it only the breeze, in its listlessness
Travelling across the wet mead to me here,
You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness,
Heard no more again far or near?

Thus I; faltering forward,
Leaves around me falling,
Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,
And the woman calling.

By Thomas Hardy


I went to god with my soul.He said he would give me happiness and love.But I sold my soul to the devil and in return he gave me my peace and some wonderful company.

New Every Morning

Every day is a fresh beginning,
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.

By Susan Coolidge

I like pain.It nice, it's like a pinch with which you wake up every day. Gives me a sense of being alive.Isn't that nice?, i asked some friends.The replies or advice ranged from the idiotic to outright philosophical.Some people just don't get it....people just don't digest the fact that some people are really happy in that state.....

Love's Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle -
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea -
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Fuck! I hate this life .....When will all this end... Humans, such intelligence, but they still screw it up, all in the name of friendship,love,work,sex....you name it and they have a sad sob story to go with it.

I'm Nobody! Who are you?

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you—Nobody—Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise—you know!

How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!

By Emily Dickinson


Totally sarcastic! It rained today.The earth has a nice smell to it...It's wonderful to wake up at 5 am and watch the sunrise with nice cup of hot tea =)

Candle

I, the candle in the wind
Cannot light beyond my darkness
Wavering in the wind , am I?
My shadow, my companion,
Together dancing in ageless poetry.

His Light

Gray mist on the sea,
And the night coming down,
She stays with sorrow
In a far town.

He goes the sea-ways
By channel lights dim,
Her love, a true light,
Watches for him.

They would be wedded
On a fair yesterday,
But the quick regiment
Saw him away.

Gray mist in her eyes
And the night coming down:
He feels a prayer
From a far town.

He goes the sea-ways,
The land lights are dim;
She and an altar light
Keep watch for him.

by Michael Earls

=) Got to wait for my light, u say...na...I think i will light my own road.It's Thrusday, and another day to go before its saturday....i have no idea why i have started counting days...*sigh*

My Sunset

The orange sun
The blue clouds
And the yellow rays
Nothing but, My
Clouded emotions and
Tearless pain.

On the Sea

It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often 'tis in such gentle temper found,
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be moved for days from whence it sometime fell,
When last the winds of heaven were unbound.
Oh ye! who have your eye-balls vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody, -
Sit ye near some old cavern's mouth, and brood
Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs choired!

by John Keats


Is it worth waiting for something to happen? probably not.
But why do they say that it was worth waiting for? .......hmmm....