tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61922829033905502042024-03-13T11:53:34.932-07:00whitecrowBe kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
-PLATOwhite crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-52298567625788637122022-11-04T12:24:00.001-07:002022-11-04T12:24:13.565-07:00Farewell<p> With the change of seasons</p><p>I hope you will forgive me</p><p>Forget all our hurtful memories</p><p><br /></p><p>And find all the infinite reasons</p><p>To smile and be happy</p><p>And find again what love is</p><p><br /></p><p>I am always yours and always will be</p><p>At least a part of me</p>white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-10166255508614059522012-12-09T03:43:00.001-08:002014-12-31T10:57:21.107-08:00Astrologically in Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
~ By Lucky<br />
<br />
People look at the stars to find their perfect mate, that perfect soul mate. I wish life was that simple, I really do. But stars just burn, they only consummate hydrogen atoms to the point of dustism where they can be one of us. May be it’s the reason why we turn to stars to tell us which one of us was made out of the same star so that we can be one again. But life isn’t that simple, seriously.
Most us of have been searching for that soul mate our entire lives. Many have found lots of mates too. But I doubt if any of us has ever really found that perfect soul mate, not even in stories or fairy tales or myths. Romeo and Juliet were just hormone studded youths unable to stand through harshness of life, Radha wasn’t even among the 16000+ girls that Krishna scored with, Sati would rather burn herself than face Shiva, and Adam was more comfortable facing God’s wrath than his ‘soul’ mate’s.
Many are bred to believe that one day prince charming will come and sweep them right off the floor, that a princess is waiting for them in a tower, that true love’s kiss will fix everything, even bring back the dead, brainwashed to believe that a 6 packed handsome will spray his flute and a bikini blonde will come crashing from the sky. Dreams are manufactured in our heads and sold back to us only to be the fastest selling product of all times. Fairness creams are presented by a ‘white’ Priyanka Chopra, anti-ageing creams are sold through ‘glowing’ Kajol, and apparently Google pays you $374 per hour without any catch at all.
It is all so clear yet we can’t see. Kardashians are renowned for their innocence and Mayawati will probably be mourned for all her ‘selfless’ deeds. We are so easily threatened by the mass that we only accelerate its gravity.
Love for our love is fuelled just like the love for our god, out of depression, repression, fear and compulsion. When life showers us with uncertainty, we seek shelter in the shield of love. And what can be a better shield than the one forged through celestial geometry and heavenly algorithms. We so easily believe that godly calculations will get us through the ups and downs of life, that matching birth dates will smoothen the gravels of life. And as I write this, the ‘modern’ atheist will so easily be judgemental. The point is not if we have stopped chaining ourselves to the wheels of tradition, if we have started to touch beyond names or colors but if we have stopped chaining ourselves to the whims of the masses, gluing ourselves to their FREEFALL. Free because masses do not make any resistance to their fall. They will just fall wherever gravity pulls and keep falling until they are one with the rock bottom and still keep falling. The efforts of individual particles are never enough to get the rock flying. Nevertheless, they keep trying, frictioned from edge to edge, they keep burning until they turn to pure energy and elevate.
(Reference to foreign figures have been made to avoid any possible confrontation with National Politics) </div>
white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-62673259281736280182011-09-22T23:06:00.001-07:002011-11-26T08:01:49.808-08:00hairs like lovers.heartbroken..when your beloved hair falls for the barber's scissors. all those moments when they ran down your forehead just to kiss your eyelashes, hugged tight to your temple, tickled your ears, made you feel the marvel of wind, everything falls apart.. memories mean nothing to these beauties as they are always keen to be dazzled by the sharp edges of those two faced scissors.. as they drift down your mountain of expressions, they tell you that you two no longer belong to each other, you two can never be together anymore.. you can do nothing but wait in life to find another love..wait for the new ones to grow..white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-11184946540763778002011-07-30T05:58:00.000-07:002011-07-30T05:58:40.092-07:00he.(it is about sb who is .. let us say 'lost' to sum it up. it's like he is dead, for himself.. no redemption could ever make his boat float again)<br />
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weird dream. they were all on the other side of stream. he was standing in between. he wouldn't move. water bounced off his denim clad shin but he couldn't move, he couldn't be moved. i couldn't see his face for i was behind him, on the other bank. no pebbles jolting down the way could scour his stand, his tainted sand underneath. his expressions were lost amidst the flowing reflections. he was lost with all others still staring at him and no one to push him off that clogged ground he was stuck in. i couldn't let him flow along the stream, others wouldn't let him flow along the stream. others sat, genuinely, to stare at him dissolve along time. but i felt somehow, he just waited for a hand to reach him, a shove to propel him to the land. when now i wake up i realize, he was just waiting for a big flood to sweep in and embrace him away with it...white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-30387850990875263682011-07-30T05:56:00.001-07:002014-09-06T10:09:46.697-07:00sweet dreams.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
dreams fall like nuts from wicked tree<br />
a crone vaults off on spiked broom<br />
burnt faces knock glass-pane to see<br />
a poltergeist dance in your room<br />
pigs snore in seething oil<br />
leeches creep as shadows loom<br />
blankets turn to burying soil<br />
specters haunt to cheer your doom</div>
white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-51358996745164751642011-07-01T05:27:00.001-07:002011-07-01T05:27:19.083-07:00what do you get from life?ppl die. a friend of my brother died a few days ago. today we are here, tomorrow we're not. i'm not. u're not. what do u get from life?<br />
i just got a mail from a friend abroad, i get a picture of her new born child.white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-69297902893838821952011-06-19T07:24:00.001-07:002011-06-19T07:26:43.074-07:00PARTY GIRLshe was sittin by the fireplace<br />
lookin beauty in her soft pink dress<br />
she looked brighter than the wooden flame<br />
and i just wanted to know her name.<br />
i was 20 she was 23<br />
cudnt stop staring at her glee<br />
she happened to be my sister's fren<br />
and i fell in true love once again..<br />
<br />
a thought then just hit my head<br />
what mirror had to say ‘bout u<br />
what flaws in me that I had<br />
cud never introduce to u<br />
she must have a boyfren<br />
i was just another kid in the block<br />
curly hair and braces<br />
i knew i was out of luck..<br />
<br />
she was all beautiful and yap yap<br />
just woke after drunken nap<br />
am having many guesses<br />
but now i just can't remember her face... -_-white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-47135611148140022482011-06-09T03:25:00.000-07:002011-06-09T03:25:04.756-07:00Love Comes StrangelyA ray of hope in lantern beam<br />
rain subdues the tainted scream<br />
flurry of thoughts collide to form<br />
a touch so strange to conscious whim<br />
Moments splatter in heartbeat race<br />
tears to varnish a swollen face<br />
wind quietens for taciturns<br />
two lovers heat cold in patience.white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-43775073444393537102011-06-07T05:45:00.000-07:002011-06-07T05:45:34.078-07:00CLOSURE.the denial<br />
shun<br />
even the sun is tired of tanning you<br />
wind can no more carry your sweat<br />
all that twinkles<br />
you smile and face wrinkles<br />
dab some dreams in the crinkles of clouds<br />
an organic body to let the soul sprout<br />
just waiting for the 22 million carats of diamond being formed in the sky.white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-90200080982074266952011-04-03T19:05:00.001-07:002011-04-03T19:05:40.922-07:00..sometimes you have to fall into a ditch to avoid falling from a cliff.white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-12852766871095188892011-01-20T04:06:00.000-08:002011-02-03T14:32:01.330-08:00i had a beautiful dream.A ship sailed. Till now i didn't know that i had a heart. There goes a happy man, there goes a sad man, both smiling..Ocean wind don't wait, waves cannot stop from hitting a cracked rock. Sunset and stars look good in the horizon, it is where the heaven melts and you dream..<br /><br />I had a beautiful dream. You were on the other side of the pond. The water on my side was a bit green but it was clear on your side. I saw a chrysalis emerging from under the pond on my shallow side. I was excited to see the pupa turning into a butterfly underneath my blurry green pond. You wanted to see it too. You tried to come to me, wading across the pond, on your converse. Tides were against you as you splashed your legs on your clean water. Nature was surreal, beautiful. Trees, breeze, autumn daylight, and your beautiful image. I just kept on staring at you..and before I could see how the pupa would emerge, before you could reach the other side of green water, the alarm set up.white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-880543390769656662010-12-31T21:13:00.000-08:002011-01-16T05:30:08.364-08:00blah bah.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.white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-3760981089628365762010-12-29T05:30:00.000-08:002013-08-30T08:19:35.171-07:00HOME..Lord, may I be where my heart lives<br />
Where stars snow upon mountain curves<br />
Where yaks and goats dart across the field<br />
Searching for the highland herbs<br />
<br />
Where morning wakens the golden sun<br />
Blushing at the beauty hill<br />
A holy prayer a baby learns<br />
As he yawns for the world to feel<br />
<br />
Brothers take cattle to graze<br />
Laughing through the forest trees<br />
Following the water ways<br />
Cuddling with the mountain breeze<br />
<br />
Papa takes to city near<br />
Milk of yak, curds and cheese<br />
To buy those dolls for sister dear<br />
Lord, may I go with papa please?<br />
<br />
In the dusk then friends gather<br />
Searching pretty girls to tease<br />
Who come to fetch spring water<br />
Would smile in shy so no one sees<br />
<br />
And at night a mother sings<br />
Ancient hymn of moon and stars<br />
A baby in her lap then dreams<br />
Of a land he lived so far.white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-89676403457790189692010-12-18T07:49:00.000-08:002011-07-27T19:10:28.443-07:00what is yo wish?To Dear Santa,<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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. <br />
I believe I can, with your help.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
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.<br />
<br />
Meat is good but It hurts to watch the killing. Still, meat is power. I can’t give up on it.<br />
<br />
Please give goodness to every children of today and the future tomorrow.<br />
<br />
Pond of sadness<br />
Lord, teach us to swim in it<br />
Give us warmth in cold<br />
And shade in heat<br />
Well of goodness<br />
Lord, let us drink in it<br />
Give us smiles on faces<br />
And wings in feetwhite crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-41551593726955482762010-10-02T10:23:00.001-07:002010-10-02T10:51:25.562-07:00i 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..<br /><br /><br />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..white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-25687101437293415362010-09-21T07:02:00.000-07:002010-09-21T07:03:02.078-07:00..and what do i see in my dream? just another dream....<br />all promises made up in whim are just another whim........white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-65106255219716325722010-08-10T19:28:00.000-07:002010-08-10T19:29:55.049-07:00..felt like that when i was a teenager<br />turned myself to a star-gazer<br />now a bit matured..a bit stronger..<br />still i stay with the stars a bit longer...white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-65589795088274348732010-08-05T07:50:00.000-07:002010-08-05T07:51:56.737-07:00..thorns remain, roses come and go.white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-54177412241738633892010-04-23T22:48:00.000-07:002010-04-23T22:49:10.666-07:00........you r the one<br />who makes my heart beat<br />you r the one <br />who makes it hard to breathe...<br /><br />no matter how much i dream<br />it's still the same<br />pretending not to kno u <br />when they call your name<br />tell me girl..<br />how many hearts u've broken<br /><br />those simple words that said so much<br />that u missed me and to keep in touch<br />were all just words u said to yo frens<br />tell me girl..<br />how many hearts u've broken again...<br /><br />girl you make the mountains sway <br />my heart is just a feather<br />still I m feeling blue<br />in this sunny weather..<br /><br />coz no matter how much I dream<br />it’s still the same<br />pretending not to kno u<br />when they call your name<br />tell me girl..<br />how many hearts u’ve..white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-29839442663729337022010-04-01T11:40:00.000-07:002013-08-22T09:17:57.489-07:00HEART FRACTUREthis feeling like when u don't breathe for a while<br />
but u still somehow manage to smile<br />
virtual happiness fades in slow<br />
dreams lost between pillow<br />
that spark when she spoke to you<br />
the same old world but the feelings so new<br />
blooming roses in autumn deserts<br />
beating hearts in morning dew<br />
that feeling like when u don't breathe for a while<br />
but still u cant stop to smile<br />
<br />
those simple words that made your day<br />
painted blood for hearts of clay<br />
soft smiles to set your free<br />
sweeter than the shade of tree<br />
all but now a dust in vision<br />
the same old world creating illusion<br />
dying air from ocean waves<br />
breaking hearts in spring season<br />
this feeling like when u don't breathe for a while<br />
but u still somehow manage to smile<br />
<br />
blue skies that wind and rain<br />
silly smiles to cover up yo pain<br />
crowded laughter slowly fades<br />
silence like the winter blades<br />
that feeling when sun brushed her face<br />
garden lily swayed in her grace<br />
night stars from mountain top<br />
falling down in warm embrace<br />
that feeling like when u cant breathe for a while<br />
but now a past to look back and smile..white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-9347474823984496232010-03-17T17:05:00.000-07:002010-03-17T17:06:36.840-07:00..............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.white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-81118876540939261342010-02-22T08:35:00.001-08:002016-03-28T21:48:56.980-07:00Gloomy February<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
as i walk up the roof<br />
in gloomy February<br />
sun settled down aloof<br />
sinking beneath prairie<br />
<br />
i tilt to gaze where glitters seam <br />
in grazing crispy zephyr<br />
i stretch to catch the astral beam<br />
bracing dusts in dither<br />
<br />
slowly clouds crawl to glow<br />
a film of silver lining<br />
i then weave a dreamy show<br />
in warm cimmerian's shining<br />
<br />
i stare at dappled inky sky<br />
whiling away in wishes<br />
they all wink at me as i shy<br />
twinkling moonlit kisses<br />
<br />
a crescent smile lifts up my face<br />
i dream about that fairy<br />
soft sonant, tranquil grace<br />
in gloomy February</div>
white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-34689397255376009702010-01-27T06:20:00.000-08:002011-08-16T10:49:00.197-07:00JUST 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.<br />
<br />
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?white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-59802809649929884832010-01-17T20:05:00.000-08:002010-02-24T17:28:14.591-08:00sweet dreams.the morn is churnin cold <br />sun imitates gold<br />no hands to hold <br />to keep u warm....<br />so jus breathe in atmosphere<br />plug in yo ears<br />switch off the alarm...... <br /><br />GOOD MORNING, SWEET DREAMS.white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6192282903390550204.post-54482315984417695102010-01-01T08:43:00.000-08:002010-01-01T08:44:08.557-08:00reminderlast 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.white crowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03869386916252021837noreply@blogger.com2