The black night
The thoughts black
The ceaseless thoughts
The pursuit ceaseless
All in a Black Night !
Monday, April 03, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
kyoun
aaj sawaal kiya ki jazbaat ki ro main main beh gayi kyoun
kal ilzaam tha lagaya jazbaaton ko qaid karne ka
aaj sawaal kiya ki muhabbat main uski maine, khud ko bhulaya kyoun
kal Elan kiya tha muhabbat main meri, jisne doobh jaane ka
aaj dur se deta hai tasaali kyoun
bahana dhoondhta tha jo mere paas aane ka
kal ilzaam tha lagaya jazbaaton ko qaid karne ka
aaj sawaal kiya ki muhabbat main uski maine, khud ko bhulaya kyoun
kal Elan kiya tha muhabbat main meri, jisne doobh jaane ka
aaj dur se deta hai tasaali kyoun
bahana dhoondhta tha jo mere paas aane ka
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
What Could be, isn't what is
An evening of judgment it turned to be,
An evening of romance I’d thought it would be.
Moments of distress I had to live
Moments of love I’d wanted to give.
A song of longing now I sing
A song of belonging I wanted to sing.
What could be, isn’t what is
And possibly would never be!
An evening of romance I’d thought it would be.
Moments of distress I had to live
Moments of love I’d wanted to give.
A song of longing now I sing
A song of belonging I wanted to sing.
What could be, isn’t what is
And possibly would never be!
Thursday, September 01, 2005
I just wanna write
It feels great. Yes It does! To hold a pen in my hand and start writing. There is no plan. Absolutely none. I dont even know what i want to write. I just want to write. But it feels wonderful to be able to just keep writing. Are there any thoughts in my mind as of now? No! not at all!I am just letting the page be filled up and the ink get drained out.
Filling up the page with my randomness and drying up the everflowing ink in my pen, feels like I am filling in my life, imbuing it with my thoughts. And my thoughts or lack of them are liek the ink. Everflowing. One chain of thought emerges and moves on.The chain moves on or dies down or dries up only to let another chain come in and take its place.
Now, Doesn't it feel just great, To see your own life painted in the colours you want, the themes that you yourself choose?
Well I guess thats what choice is all about. How I live today is my choice. And I choose to Live Lively.
Feels great! It does.
Filling up the page with my randomness and drying up the everflowing ink in my pen, feels like I am filling in my life, imbuing it with my thoughts. And my thoughts or lack of them are liek the ink. Everflowing. One chain of thought emerges and moves on.The chain moves on or dies down or dries up only to let another chain come in and take its place.
Now, Doesn't it feel just great, To see your own life painted in the colours you want, the themes that you yourself choose?
Well I guess thats what choice is all about. How I live today is my choice. And I choose to Live Lively.
Feels great! It does.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
you made me feel
the birds chirping in the trees
dew drops on the leaves
the fresh scent of the breeze
spring sun shining bright
snow clad mountains standing with might
the river ever flowing with a twist slight
the rain drops dancing pitter patter
bees and flowers in a constant chatter
and I ponder
existence of all things I knew all along
to a distant world they did belong
now all of these seem like a song
because Love made them beautiful and real
dew drops on the leaves
the fresh scent of the breeze
spring sun shining bright
snow clad mountains standing with might
the river ever flowing with a twist slight
the rain drops dancing pitter patter
bees and flowers in a constant chatter
and I ponder
existence of all things I knew all along
to a distant world they did belong
now all of these seem like a song
because Love made them beautiful and real
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