Writin takes but givs

It takes a lot to write a few sets of sentences which could interest a reader......but it gives a lot when the magic works. Everybody speaks of the miracles of music. I believe in miracles done by books papers all those supplements of writing. I wonder if you don have a smile on your face after seeing the above pic. This is what writing does....it's just my word to all ppl who come here to watch .

WHEN I WAS ALONE

When I was alone, it was the same; the same thoughts, the same mindless sentences, the same mass of complex questions, the same desperate inability to answer those complex questions.It was a sense of discomfort; I could not place my finger on it. Confusion, helplessness, dead-ends.Why am I doing this? Why am I living a sinfully lacklustre life, without enthusiasm, without happiness? There is a fire; a raging fire inside me. Of desire, DREAM, delirium. There are so many things I want to do. So many goals I want to achieve, so many books I want to read, so many people I want to meet, so many places I want to see. But I don’t.Because I have forced myself to believe that the life I am living right now is best for me. A life without passion. am not happy, neither am I satisfied.I want something more!!!I want something beyond!!!Nothing maters anymore; it’s merely a quivering suspension of anxiety and monotony (lack of variety). But still, my subconscious keeps me in a sphere of terror. What if mom finds out about the cookies I stole last week? What if I face a writer’s block and am unable to submit my newspaper article on due time? What if someone is better at English than me and if the administration make him the Literary Society President? What if someone reads my diary; my innermost and personal cerebrations? What if my parents learn about my second persona; the life I live away from them?

And then there’s the fear of death. Doom.What if I die without doing the things I want to? What if I die without achieving the goals I want to, without reading the books I want to, without meeting the people I want to, without seeing the places I want to?...I want to run away; run away from life, this world, people, myself. I want to become a war correspondent. I want to question the people who have looked at death closely. I want to question the soldiers who live at the edge of life, knowing that the angel of death could descend upon them at any moment. I want to run away to an unknown destination, at the centre of the Universe, where I can feel the central energy flowing through my body. I want to run away to a cocoon where everything’s different; where flowers never wilt, where the rain never stops, where the sun never sinks, where the power of love still prevails. I want to help; help every happy and unhappy soul. I want to help the people like me who claim to be happy but are actually screaming from within. I want to help lonely wanderers like me who are searching for something so powerful; they are dominated by it themselves, for something so complex, they themselves fail to comprehend (understand) it. I want to help the poor, who desire money. I want to help the rich who desire luxury. I want to help those addicted to luxuries, who desire a simple life. I want to help those spirits who are lost; frozen in time; hovering motionlessly through a vacuum they themselves created without ever realizing it. I want to cry; to cry for those who themselves cry. I want to cry for those who try to define life through their individual foggy perception of the world. I want to cry for those who pray for the forgiveness for their previous sins. I want to cry for those who experience pain. I want to cry for those who need light in a mass of pitch darkness. I want to cry for those who are waiting for their tears to dry up, for the wounds to heal, for the indelible scars to disappear.

I want to live; live to enjoy the profundity of silence, the blast of din (act of being noisy). I want to live for the stunning miracles I witness everyday. I want to live to decipher (read with difficulty) the multitude (large gathering) of omens (signs of acceptance) strewn across the path of life. I want to live to admire the sheer beauty of every passing moment. I want to live to fade away in the glorious sunset; to melt in the never-ending sky. I want to live to hear the cacophony (loud n noisy) of sounds, to smell each and every tempting aroma, to hear the tinkling laughter, to touch the blowing breeze, to feel something beyond explanation; something so magical it can not be understood. I want to live because a voice deep down in my heart tells me to do so. I want to live because I have been created to live. I want to live for all those who weren’t able to live. I want to live because I have to run, I have to help, and I have to cry. I want to live because it’s forbidden to live a life of fervour (emotionally aroused) and eternal bliss. I want to live for I am reborn. I want to live because I want to find the beyond...

lonely moments

True…even today you are my companion, and the best one. They all come and go but you never left me.
Over the years there were times when I neglected you but you have always waited for me. And whenever I had a tear or two in my eyes you were there to support me, hold me in your arms. And I realize today that it was my best refuge I ever had in my life. You were so true to me always the most loyal. You were the kernel of my every endeavour.

In every walk of life,
every time I had pain in my spirits,
every time there was a thorn under my leg,
you’ve been with me…the closest.

To read my eyes my heart your eyes always open,
to wipe my tears your hands always geared up,
to drive away all the pains-in-my-neck were you present.


In me you live.
So today is the day of confession,
the day to tell you how much I LOVE YOU my love………my loneliness.

The day to tell you nothing’s without you.
Inch by inch…
Cell by cell…
I’m killed slowly but steadily without you.

I dedicate all this loneliness of mine to that person who has abandoned it from my life for a very short but the most potent part of my life……salaam

As i say ppl r double trouble

Whenever there is trouble in life….
Hold your breath and start counting.
This is what generally people give out. That is why they say, it’s easy to teach tough…… to apply, to practice.

But what to do in practice is what we all actually do. Just go and burst yourself on the situation which is responsible for the fury. Or there is one more way. They say work is worship, so the best way to put into action the burning revenge in you is go and work. Work in a way which pains your pain, which troubles your trouble.

Peace may have been a part but has never been the way towards success. Revolution is the ultimate method to achieve.
Be that success or be that freedom.
Freedom, from those days of slavery to today’s common man has always been the most precious to us. To achieve it fight for it, and as a great king said there is glory in dying in an attempt to achieve freedom, in doing something for your people. So why not apply it yourself. When there is pride in doing it for your people….your trusted men then why not for yourself.

Fight to achieve your rights……be that any place……and as charity……

“WAR TOO BEGINS AT HOME”

Reminiscences

I still remember those days when we spent hours together. Neither the flowers which blossomed nor their fragrance could be noticed…life was so busy. Watching around in the corridors, waiting for a moment to be spent was so important that the rest of the world was out of sight. Those occasional smiles and exclamations between conversations were things which made a world of memories. Those days when I felt being the central element of the whole universe, the space. While standing on the earth, I felt being on top of the skies. When my soul flew high competing with birds, when I could praise my luck and kiss its beauty. Such are the reminiscences of those days.

Now there’s nothing……not even you,

Nothing is more disgraceful than a living.

When
every morning I wake up with your thoughts as I used to,
every moment I still search for you as I used to,
every such moment I realize that I lost you.
No more do I feel as the central element of the space, no more flies the spirit of love or life. Dead it is as am I.

Want to cry out loud for you,
Shout out my agony,
Yell around all my thoughts,

But …one call of yours made me realize that, life is calling

Now that I know I make a mark on you, may not be my smile but a teardrop may do that. Affection has taken root in you. I know it…for sure me and my words may not be everything but do mean something to you. Deep down in your heart, silently did they take a place, a corner which is inaccessible…not even to you?

Today when I stand with my eyes closed, I feel it, realize that when I think of you the very thought induces a sort of cosmic energy into me, gives me the power to conquer the pains I suffer because of our distances. Life gets filled into my lethargic soul and makes me live again with the hope......you will be back and the day is not very far when I be called again….

Victory for consrvers n bird watchers

The ivory-billed woodpecker (Campephilus principalis) may be living in the forests along the Choctawhatchee River in the panhandle of Florida. Researchers from Auburn University and University of Windsor have set forth claims of new sightings of the rare bird in a paper published in the journal Avian Conservation and Ecology.
The report reveals that between May 2005 and May 2006 there were 14 sightings. Also during that time, researchers heard the bird's distinctive calls on 41 occasions.

Need for 'human' race.

Today in our world there has been a desperate demand for the birth of a human among us as we have no more remained those living beings who have always preached the motto of 'live and let live'.

we have troubled the animal kingdom since our arrival onto this earth. we have reached the high watermark of cruelty and are driving the animals thoroughly towards the ocean of extinction or mere oblivion.this day we can find those most blood thirsty animals at our mercy. this may be a winning mark to us but a great loss to the goodwill of humanity.they are begging us for the birth of a human among us who could stand by us and acknowledge us ''the beasts'' about the need of their existence. i need to coin ''man'' as a beast because a man is described by the work he does. so then is there a need for organisations and millions of people all round the world to come to your door step and beg you not to choose yourself to become hunters???

for us it may be a mark of bravery but it is a black sheep on the name of kindness which was synonymous to mankind once upon a time.you may not be able to go yourself and spread this message to everyone but where there is a will there is a way. the youth of today can forgo a glass of milk and the adults can save a fraction of your salary and sent it to those organisations who have spent their entire lives on these projects as a tribute.
on this day which is ours it becomes our responsibility to save our fauna. if not for their sake its for our purpose of maintaining ecological balance......do think of this

Journeys-different kinds

a great writer said, whenever you feel lost,the best way to get out of it is to close your eyes and think of when you were the happiest. this he called as (em)powering your bliss.
we all make journeys,different kinds of journeys-from thought to destiny.but remember,every journey has an end.sometime or the other we reach a place where there is no more way to go ahead.
it's time we realise that 'time' gives us our destiny and we have to chose the best suited way to make our journey towards it.it gives us a way to lead our life,it is time which makes our lifestyle and inturn makes us. it may be our civilisation(customs,upbringing) which may give us a part of ourself but we should never forget that acculturation is man's tradition.we never deny to take things in the way they come to us when they are of our liking.
so, the first talk being o journey, we come back to it.our journeys- be they predestined or self chosen-all have to go along with us, all the way of our life. they stand by us and we stick to them. so as we move towards an end truly we should accept the truth of life that we should take the responsibility of making our way, our destiny. neither the culture nor the upbringing hold any responsibity towards us. and as the very famous caption goes it is...
...''we the people''.

lonely stuff....my matter moves around dis

its often said tat a troubled mind takes hasty decisions,those which may prove 2 B wrong many-a-times.

but who wud understand?

those agonies ne'er cool until u have a lovin hand 2 offer.

the xcruciation wud ne'er leave me until u cum 2 me.

the torment wud remain until ur away from me.

the broken heart n the wet eyes wud not leave me all the while u leave me.

all over my heart,

my soul,

u make n break

the flavour of my feelings,

the voice of my loneliness,

the peace in my burnin heart,

wid all the memories u've given,

wid all the pieces of my broken impressions,

wid all the burns in my wounded heart,

...all given by my incomplete luv

here i live ,every moment,battlin wid my own fate...

in ur retention always alive

YOURS

"nothin 2 u"