Saturday, April 12, 2008


I know there's something
Wrong with the world
When I see
Weaklings hiding in the filth
While courage gets
Massacred on the streets

I know there's something
Wrong with the world
When I see
Lust slipping through unnoticed
While passion gets
Labeled as evil

I know there's something
Wrong with the world
When I see
Morality being condoned
While love gets
Suffocated into anonymity

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Saturday, April 05, 2008

Which way is the highway?

"Of course life is bizarre, the more bizarre it gets, the more interesting it is. The only way to approach it is to make yourself some popcorn and enjoy the show."

I was talking to a friend today and as I gave him the latest updates of what's up with me, he started looking for a word to describe the pace of my life. And we both finally decided on happening.

So how do we define happening? Does a person who goes out partying every night have a happening life? Or is it happening only if the person goes out partying every night with a different set of friends? :)

I believe happening is when there is no certainty in one's life. And the absence of certainty makes everything completely unpredictable and hence makes every thing seem like a new twist and an unexpected turn..

As we went to talk about other things, I wondered whether I am really enjoying my happening life. "Of course I am.." I said to myself ".. but one cannot have popcorn for dinner all life.."

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Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Spring Blossom

Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.
~ Rakh Waldo Emerson

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Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Rain Kissed

जिनको जिनको भी मिलना हैं लिखा
इश्क मिलवाएगादूर दूर से ढूंढ ढूंढ केपास ले आयेगाकहीं भी जा के छुपोइश्क वहीं आयेगाकितना भी ना ना करोंउठा के ले जायेगामानो या ना मानोये सारी ही दुनियाइश्क के दम पे चलें.....
जी ले, जी ले, जी ले इश्क मेमरना हैं तो मर भी ले इश्क में
जाते जाते हम इन पलों को भीसाथ ले जायेंगेबातों बातों में जो बनी हैं वोबात ले जायेंगेज़रा भुलक्कड़ हैं दिल, ये भूल जाएँ अगरयाद दिलाना हमें ये पानियों का शहरये पल कम ना हो, कभी खत्म ना होवक्त कहीं भी चलें......
जब साहिल पे हम पहुचेंगेतो किधर जायेंगेअपने अपने घर जायेंगेना अपने अपने घर जायेंगेइसी सफर में से ही नया सफर लेंगे हमजहाँ भी बोलोगे तुम वहीं उतर लेंगे हमगाली भी दोगे तो गली ना छोडेंगेऐसे पड़ेंगे गले.....
जी ले, जी ले, जी ले इश्क मेंमरना हो तो मर भी ले इश्क में
I heard this song on the radio today morning, and it has been haunting me ever since. There is something that it speaks of which goes deeper than its lyrics.. It was as if I was getting drenched in rain, and this song wrapped like a silken robe around me... Words won't do justice- you have to listen to the song to experience its singularity.

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