Ecclesiastes 3:1, 4: "[1]To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: [4] A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance."

state of mind...

“Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive, look, experience, examine, and for once, just once, understand.”

-Author Unkown-

Missing you isn't the hardest part, it's knowing that we once had you, that breaks our heart

You will always be remembered in our hearts

Let me linger...

Let me linger in the woods
where soughing wind tells a story
passing on secrets to me
singing in all its glory.
Let me linger in the mountains
and feel the fresh air in my face
walk amidst the tall grass
and leave footprints that one can't trace.
Let me linger in the snow
and loose myself in my mirth
find and ground myself somewhere
and melt away into the earth.
Let me linger on the shore
and feel the sand under my feet
taste the salinity in the air
and sleep to the ocean's beat.
Let me linger in my dreams
and make the most of my imagination
slay and win over my blues
and reign over my trepidation.

The road not taken...

Where the hamlet ends

a less trodden path takes shape
look for a bed of wild flowers
where the willows drape

the flowers bloom throughout the year
which ain't an ordinary sign
between two willows is a portal
to a land beyond time

once through the willow trees
you leave the world behind
here time itself does not exist
and uncanny plays your mind

a warning to behold for those
who wish to go explore
here good and evil coexist
and magic takes its toll

a mile into the wooded land
and tranquil creek emerges
follow the creek unto the end
where it splits and diverges

at that point you pick and choose
and let luck weave your fate
one way leads where demons tread
the other at Eden's gate

an honest soul that's pure of heart
will choose the right path
a deceitful one with sinful past
shall suffer a dreadful wrath

if fate brings you to the fiends
those soul sucking wraiths at unrest
they'll rip you of good memories
forever to wander in dark forest

but if you prove your heart is gold
and abstain the route to abyss
elven creatures will come forth
to receive you in entrancing bliss

a pair of dreamweavers...

Night falls heavy on them
they sleep unaware

surrounded by onerous dreams

perhaps they have a story to share


drifting into the morn
the first ray sneaks through
inundating
with new prospects


they speak mutely
a language of secrecy
words etched in memory
then come to life


contemplating the world
they seek a candid soul
to trust
with a blink


they hold a million mirrors
reflections of her soul
tempting you to look deep
and when u do
you are overcome with the desire
to find out more


night falls again
they enshroud
to make more dreams
and whisk her away

Eye candy...

whats a visual treat for you? window shopping? the new designer look..a hot pair of shoes? just a sight of chocolates or scrumptious feast? There are a million things that can perk up ur day..there are material things then there are things that are purely, truly associated with human emotions, that perhaps are not so much related to materialism, rather linked to who we are and what we were before we became so materialistic..no..not chimps..a little more into the future..yeah before industrialization..before the invention of television and electricity..when families wud sit by the fireplace or in a candlelit room at night and read stories out of a book..when it was all about the "family" and spending time together, and more importantly getting things done on time, as opposed to blogging aimlessly in the college library when someone should be working on their assignment. But back to the emotional side of us..Watching a baby walk with a baby walker..seeing a new flower blossom after a few hard days of labor in ur yard, seeing nature in its many attires..an A on ur report card..and (dnt get me wrong..but) watching two strangers fight (especially two women), someone slipping on banana skin, or tearing their trousers in the back...after all what maybe tragedy for others can be comedy for us..sometimes..depending on the situation..u knw what i mean..
u knw what made my day today? watching this man playing with his dog..capering around in the snow as I just happen to luk outside my window..he wud make snow balls and throw them and his little, adorable puppy wud run and try to fetch...and so the show went on for another few minutes..but it was amusing.. enough to inspire me to get out and do the same with my dog..but I'm feelin lazy and its cold outside.. I'm gnna need two shots of Guinness before i do that..hehee..and not to mention my dog is a spoiled, lazy ,unobedient mutt who wnt fetch and instead run out on me.Then i wud have to go find him and lure him into the house with either a treat or a threat...i knw the sight of food always work as an eye candy for my pooch..silly dog acts like we dn't feed him ...if he keeps puttin on carbs like that hes gnna need help gettin outta his bed every morning..u c some dogs are not as smart as shown in the movies..and mine is no exception..but, more abt him some other time..
The whole point here is..if u can't cope up with a puppy, go watch tv.. well not really..the point here is that we tend to overlook little things in our daily shuffle..things that can bring a smile to ur face and give u a realization that this place called earth isn't that bad after all..and u dnt have to go shopping or go watch a movie, get drunk, party till the wee hours in the morning or spend money to please urself...some things just come gratis... :)

ramblings...

aaahh..so much to do, and so much to learn, but i got no time. lucky are those who have some time to spare. As for me, i am so gud at procrastination, i have no problem keeping up with yesterday.
6: 10 pm ..20 minutes before my astronomy class...just finished cramming for the quiz..damn...i know nothing. read an emotive quote on someone else's blog that reminded me of one i read a few months ago, which also became the inspiration for my first poem after many yrs... and so i named it "falling apart"..in case u wanna read : http://insatiablefantasies.blogspot.com/2006/10/falling-apart_04.html
anyways the quote that i am talking about is by Charlie Chaplin, "i love walking in the rain so noone can se my crying" . came up as a surprise seeing his name at the end of the quote...teaches u not to stereotype anyone..well..i learned so..everyone has their moments..i wonder what he was thinking...

Little Red Diary: A diaries ode to its master

Prelude: Following is a sarcastically funny poem (at least it was intended to be )dedicated to the red diary that my dad has cherished for God knows how long. This brave little diary has survived the wrath of my mother and even found its way back home after being accidentally abandoned and tragically torn apart on the roadside. To make things a bit more clear and to make myself sound a little less insane, I'll give u some background info. Well.. my dad has this diary that holds all his important numbers and contacts and what not. Over the last million years the condition of the diary has deteriorated from brand new to a lil' worn out, to decaying matter. It is completely ripped, tattered but my dad refuses to replace it . His excuse.."there is way too much information to be copied." The red diary has surprisingly become a family heirloom..oops i mean..a joke...
(P.S. - the diary is not any type of personal journal for inner exploration of the human psyche..it just holds all the contact lists and stuff in randomological order, which makes it impossible for everyone but my dad to find anything)


LITTLE RED DIARY- A DIARIES ODE TO ITS MASTER

Cryptic words I hold inside
age and time is what I hide
flip through me and i'll tell you a story
of love lost-found, of tainted glory

A cloak of deep, rich red I don
my pages, though precious are somewhat torn
I lived through rain and hot summer sand
I speak of ties in distant land

I've been envied by many all around
with true love I have been bound
a secret lover who wouldn't let me die
it was him all along, who held me by

Oh dearest master how can I
ever repay even if I try
for all the love and care you gave me sir
i'll try best to hold my pages together.

A Place of Solace

Tender mornings are long since gone
stormy clouds usurp the sky
rusty nights bring lifeless hours
every morning, a new lie

With every passing of the storm
no hope buds to life
time seems lost in an eternity
each morning breathes a strife

Chaos of this wintry silence
whispers words into the room
plays with embers from the fire
cheats them slowly to their doom

Quilted memories bleed slowly
a constant reminder how I feel
a painful lesion in the past
that time may never come to heal

Emotions melt away in eyes
trickling down in my face
finding a place to heal themselves
finding a place of solace

Masquerade

The night ascended upon the sky
the sun began to fade
a cavalcade of painted faces
arrived at the masquerade

Clad in their fancies
they got on their toes
and gave themselves away
to music from the shadows

Unsure of what the night would bring
she walked in the ballroom light
her mind a blur, she only had
unfamiliar faces in sight

She stood in a corner, a nervous lass
her shyness screaming out loud
though she had not a clue but she was
being admired by someone in crowd

A greeting from a stranger
took her by surprise
she turned to a young man
with a mask on his eyes

He offered her his company
for the rest of the festive night
she smiled at him delicately
with curiosity and delight

She gazed into his eyes
discerning what they conceal
to know a lil' more of him
from what the eyes reveal

Disguised underneath their masks
they waltzed and they danced
oblivious to the fate at work
they both seemed entranced

Neither of them knew
what the stars had in mind
for the weavers of their destiny
were especially unkind

A glimpse into the mirror
left him zero at the bone
when he saw all this time
he was dancing all alone

Intoxicated with pain
he felt grief at the most
oh how this fateful eve
he fell in love with a ghost.

arrgghhh..i'm gettin layzierrr everyday...gtta stop actin like a bum and get my royal derriere to do some real work (but will that ever happen..i seriously doubt it). seriously though, i do need to get all that important stuff outta the way or ill be sitting here in a few weeks crying over how life's unfair to me....see ppl when life gives u lemons, u make lemonade...but when life gives me lemons, i wait until they dry out...
As humans we make mistakes almost everyday..after all to err is human. when you think about it, we need to err every once in a while to figure out what direction we're goin in, what is our purpose etc etc. we are meant to learn from our mistakes so that we are not doomed to repeat history, but in my case history repeats itself again and again....

The purpose driven life...

Another one of dose days when I feel that I need to look someplace else for whatever it is that im lookin for...this idea that I have..more like a feeling actually, that I am searching for sumthin..it's like i'm on a quest...a quest to find my "purpose" (cliched, I knw..but it describes it well). The dilemma is that I dnt knw what m lukin for or where to luk for it ..nor can I ask for directions..which dsnt help a bit..
wish I had some background music and a sword..and maybe a sidekick..that wud make it a hell lot more interesting....hehe..
anywayz..I guess ill know when I come to that point in life....

ABSOLUTE TRUTH...DOES IT EXIST???.

How would you define truth? Today in philosophy class, we were asked this question and something that our group thought wud be pretty easy to define..was really confusing when we actually thought about it...because there is no universal definiton of truth...that's because what maybe true for you may not be true for anyone else. truth is what you believe in, but someone else might not follow that belief system.. a friend of mine and i were having a lil discussion over it..he said truth is what is "right" ..but again whats right for you may not be right for me. Then there are different types of truth. scientific truth is the simplest explanation that accounts for all the available facts. it's the truth of the moment. it's transitory. relative truth is realtive to a persons situation or standpoint..so its more likely to change with time and situation. now is there any such thing as "the absolute truth?" absolute truth is faith within certain religions. different religions have different beliefs, thus different truths. reality and death are part of an absolute truth. then again are we really here? is death really "THE END"..it couldnt be the absoulte truth if you believe in reincarnation or life after death. just like matrix, maybe we just think that we are here. what if we are living in a simulated reality?So far, truth looks like belief, and beliefs differ from person to person. so what we call truth is just what we believe in ...

followup:
this article that i read online today is pretty akin to what i wrote above and supports my reasoning by using historical incidences..this guy is also saying that there is no absolute truth....

Truth needs the crutches of a lie
by Rajneesh Batra
Who would denounce the age-old perception that 'Only Truth prevails'? But I take it as a 'myth'.
I was driven to change my outlook towards life and its values not just because of personal experiences, but also due to our epics.
Let me clarify that I am neither atheist nor radical. But I do have a brain, which with the grace of the Almighty is working perfectly fine so far. I, therefore, offer anticipatory apologies to all those who might get hurt in any way by my point of view.
So, let me start with the Ramayana. There is no debate that our land ever produced a more pious and truthful soul than Lord Rama - the only person enjoying the prefix 'Maryadapurshottam' before his name. His selflessness and transparency in honouring his father's command and putting his wife to the ultimate test is unmatched.
But, did he prevail over Ravana just because Truth was on his side? No! Because, if we go by the words of Goswami Tulsidas, it was the 'Vanar Sena' that made him victorious, courtesy of Sugriva, their king. But, could Sugriva have ever become king, had Lord Rama not killed Vali, his elder brother, by keeping aside fair play (maryada) for a while. So, 'truth prevailed' only after adopting an unfair practice.
Now, recall another benchmark of Indian mythology, the Mahabharata, which also tries to prove that 'Truth comes out victorious'. But again, the biggest obstacles to the triumph of truth, Dronacharya and Bhishma, were overpowered only through unfair means, and that too by none other than Lord Krishna.
If our gods take the help of 'deceit' to avoid 'defeat' and 24-carat gold cannot turn into ornament unless mixed with impurity, how can we turn our lives savoury without adding the pinch of lie to the recipe of truth?
My whole point is that there is nothing in this world that is an 'Absolute Truth', because it cannot fly without the 'feathers of fib'. Secondly, the 'half-truth' is always more lethal than an 'absolute lie'