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Drippin fire droplets, merging, forming rivulets, burning everything that comes across its way, melting the ashes, erasing traces, fingerprints, and then everything has to start allover again.. and again it drips, streams, cascades to evaporate the blue sky into dusky grey, helter-skelter everywhere, fire dripping on its way. Something flows from down to up, defies gravity, and ppl try to pull it down, they feel something drippin on them, pure. Fire sprinklers, rivers turn into sea and ocean, ocean fills up the sky, gravity and the counterpart – center of mass dissolute into an energy being of pure emotion, unable to handle , it evaporates and falls up , little children wonder how the sky got blue and the sun got golden and why they can't get a cloud so that they cud fly up to collect stars. They grow hairs and they lose heart. And something has to fall upon them. These droplets collect at the infinity, channel through the black hole, gurgle, walk across time, feed dimensions, fill space with colors, and makes us want to knit with the strings we can never know about.

HOME..

Lord, may I be where my heart lives
Where stars snow upon mountain curves
Where yaks and goats dart across the field
Searching for the highland herbs

Where morning wakens the golden sun
Blushing at the beauty hill
A holy prayer a baby learns
As he yawns for the world to feel

Brothers take cattle to graze
Laughing through the forest trees
Following the water ways
Cuddling with the mountain breeze

Papa takes to city near
Milk of yak, curds and cheese
To buy those dolls for sister dear
Lord, may I go with papa please?

In the dusk then friends gather
Searching pretty girls to tease
Who come to fetch spring water
Would smile in shy so no one sees

And at night a mother sings
Ancient hymn of moon and stars
A baby in her lap then dreams
Of a land he lived so far.

what is yo wish?

To Dear Santa,

I want to bring a change. I don’t know how, but I have this inner desire to bring a change. Make lives better. Help human kind to build a utopia. I don’t know how. But I want to do it. And I think I can.

May be all these stuffs run into my mind coz I watch a lot of cartoons and maybe I want to emulate those anime heroes, their tales of sacrifices, etc. I even have the name of the organization that I’ll have as a basis for all the people to work together for the same. Binomialblunder. Nothing has to do with the name, just focus on the work.

I hope I’ll get enough wisdom and also keep on learning as I grow up to bring the change. I want to stop war, poverty, crimes. I want every little children of the earth to have a happy future. I want every old age to die with a smile on face. I want to die with a smile on my face. I want to live with smile on all faces. I want Osama and Obama playing golf in North Korea. No need for armies, police, war. No orphans, no bombs, no sadness. No children beating stones to feed their families.
I believe I can, with your help.

I don’t know if I’ll have the same feelings once I get rich and powerful. I want to be very rich and powerful.i want to have friends and brothers whom I can trust who can and who would help me to make this world better.

I want to experience everything to gain wisdom. I want to feel the air when I fall hard and I want to feel the air when I go high. I want to know the difference in that same air. I want to deny the seduction and defy fear, trample on hopelessness. I want to be powerful enough and wise enough to do what I want to do. Power corrupts. I don’t know if I’ll just go on vacation in Hawaii and forget the pain in this world.

Meat is good but It hurts to watch the killing. Still, meat is power. I can’t give up on it.

Please give goodness to every children of today and the future tomorrow.

Pond of sadness
Lord, teach us to swim in it
Give us warmth in cold
And shade in heat
Well of goodness
Lord, let us drink in it
Give us smiles on faces
And wings in feet

i wonder..

don't like anything, want everything, hollow deepest space.. miss nothing coz nothing was there to miss in the first place, every time shit happens and i struggle to wipe my ass..


i wonder what a virus thinks! i wonder if there are organisms that has a life span of nano seconds..i wonder if those organisms live in the world of atoms.. i wonder if god can conceive the amount of big bangs going inside our heads..i wonder if we can really see the ripples of gravitation making and breaking lives..i wonder if god is sure abt what he is doing..i wonder if steels and chairs breathe air of their own..i wonder if bad is good in the other world..i wonder if a god thinks..

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and what do i see in my dream? just another dream....
all promises made up in whim are just another whim........

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felt like that when i was a teenager
turned myself to a star-gazer
now a bit matured..a bit stronger..
still i stay with the stars a bit longer...

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thorns remain, roses come and go.

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you r the one
who makes my heart beat
you r the one
who makes it hard to breathe...

no matter how much i dream
it's still the same
pretending not to kno u
when they call your name
tell me girl..
how many hearts u've broken

those simple words that said so much
that u missed me and to keep in touch
were all just words u said to yo frens
tell me girl..
how many hearts u've broken again...

girl you make the mountains sway
my heart is just a feather
still I m feeling blue
in this sunny weather..

coz no matter how much I dream
it’s still the same
pretending not to kno u
when they call your name
tell me girl..
how many hearts u’ve..

HEART FRACTURE

this feeling like when u don't breathe for a while
but u still somehow manage to smile
virtual happiness fades in slow
dreams lost between pillow
that spark when she spoke to you
the same old world but the feelings so new
blooming roses in autumn deserts
beating hearts in morning dew
that feeling like when u don't breathe for a while
but still u cant stop to smile

those simple words that made your day
painted blood for hearts of clay
soft smiles to set your free
sweeter than the shade of tree
all but now a dust in vision
the same old world creating illusion
dying air from ocean waves
breaking hearts in spring season
this feeling like when u don't breathe for a while
but u still somehow manage to smile

blue skies that wind and rain
silly smiles to cover up yo pain
crowded laughter slowly fades
silence like the winter blades
that feeling when sun brushed her face
garden lily swayed in her grace
night stars from mountain top
falling down in warm embrace
that feeling like when u cant breathe for a while
but now a past to look back and smile..

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a damsel here and cloudy sky.......she sits there waiting for someone... i stand here lost in her reverie..... a bike comes and she goes with someone.

Gloomy February

as i walk up the roof
in gloomy February
sun settled down aloof
sinking beneath prairie

i tilt to gaze where glitters seam
in grazing crispy zephyr
i stretch to catch the astral beam
bracing dusts in dither

slowly clouds crawl to glow
a film of silver lining
i then weave a dreamy show
in warm cimmerian's shining

i stare at dappled inky sky
whiling away in wishes
they all wink at me as i shy
twinkling moonlit kisses

a crescent smile lifts up my face
i dream about that fairy
soft sonant, tranquil grace
in gloomy February

JUST WRITE (for post platform)

It's 4 a.m. here and i just switched off my computer. For so long I've been reading blogs and trying to generate a unique style of writing. But novelty doesn't find me. Writing has never been a favorite time-pass. it hated me while in school. There would be no caressing of inked nib onto these foils of paper except for assignments. But now I'm off grade 12 and yet, still I've failed to create an unusual pattern in an article.The only times I wrote serious essays was for TOEFL and SAT. The idea to begin with a wholly extreme design and intensive vocabulary has been the sole reason for my panicking, which in turn won me a blank topic for no writing at all. But now I'm doing it. I've built up my words capacity and sentence structuring. And writing will be a cove where effing and blinding echoes as a mild eruption of my distraughtness. IF YOU HATE ME, YOU SUCK. The incoherent ravings of my poltergeist will now disorient your mental bearing and haunt you until you rest your volatile thoughts plastered in ink.

I've never had a passion for writing, but creating a piece that is passionate. It was just a jabbing of metallic wonder into suction paper until higher level education required me to explore my psyche via this. And i want to share this boring experience with you all. Boring because everything that helps you is always branded as boring. So, boring it is! You also pour your thoughts into these sheets of paper. It will reflect you, help you preen your individuality. It will help you get away from innocent ignorance if you just allow them to get rid of you. Dole out the angst in you, let the explosion in you draw itself in ink. Swear and curse everything that detests you and nothing that you detest. A fair manifestation of your thoughts into a readable art is always therapeutic. A little rupture every now and then, you shall realize, is much better than imploding yourself into 'good for nothing'. Let not the failure of creating your 'signature move' disappoint you, or impend you from doing what seems impossible. 'JUST DO IT' - Nike. Write and write until you are good enough to express yourself truthfully. And then write again because it's much rewarding time-pass. I wouldn't care if this article doesn't get pasted in a National Daily, because I would still be writing. Would you?

sweet dreams.

the morn is churnin cold
sun imitates gold
no hands to hold
to keep u warm....
so jus breathe in atmosphere
plug in yo ears
switch off the alarm......

GOOD MORNING, SWEET DREAMS.

reminder

last thing....find some butterflies in the day..some fireflies at the night...fry them and eat them...u sud kno that they dont taste as beautiful as they look.