crime

no it is not a crime to love
but it is a crime to be loved
no its is not a crime to help
but it is a crime to receive
no it is not a crime to answer
but it is a crime to question
no it is not a crime to obey
but it is a crime to ask justice
no it is not a crime to fight
but it is a crime to win
no it is never a crime to live
but it will always be a crime to survive
how is it not a crime to write
but it is a crime to speak

rain dance

hot sun burns down scorching the naked back
sweat runs like river through the seas of wrinkles on the face
cattle dry thin and dead skin stretched over the bones
helpless eyes skinny arms drowsy head

water the last wish lying on the death bed
throat dry like the cracking ground
cursing the heartless gods now dead
for the year of the hyena is here

ever so gently the clouds float in slowly
filling the once empty sky like a cancer growing inside
they come black and gray, massive and far-reaching

the gentle giants of the heavily skies
start to rumble like a herd of angry elephants getting wild
explosions of lights in the dark sky strobe endlessly
as showers of water tumble down from up high

thunderclap of joy, floods happiness
crash through the mortal civilization
prayers thanking the merciful gods
musky smell of wet ground rises around

To a friend

keep your heart in the sky
don't look down and wonder why?
in ecstasy you shall cry
and in contentment you shall sigh
for days of endless sadness have gone by
bring the honeyed sun back to life
believe and always do what is right
be stalwart and stand high
never be afraid to fight
these are words to you i write
as the moon illuminates the night
stars glitters strong bright
serve the truth and it will guide you through strife

Lost

As the golden sun falls
the sad memories start to call
The nostalgic days of the past
create vivid nightmare, Alas

Regressing to the lost childhood
where life was thought to be something good
nurturing my broken dreams and life
I wonder if this is worth the strife

Waves of joy and waves of sorrow
fill me as I look for the "tomorrow"
shades of black and shades of white
color my days and poor in to the nights

The old sun comes out again
distractions conceal the endless pain
but sure as the sun which falls
in dark night again it shall call

Difficulty at the beginning.

difficulty at the beginning the birth of anything including any new venture or relationship is an entry into the realm of the unknown at the same time, new things seem to be rushing upon you, and confusion can easily take over. But chaos is a powerful force if you harness it properly just don't rush things do not let events overwhelm you stay calm and persevering, but do take the first step. And get whatever help you can. Challenges lie ahead. Gain strength; find courage like a new born fawn, the opportunity for rapid development is real, but only by being determined can the fawn rise to its feet and survive to grow to full stature keep going despite difficulties and you will find the success you desire. Your primary challenge is maintaining personal clarity. Avoid lunging at solutions; wait until a good course of action becomes clear do not start a new venture before thinking it through a careless step in the beginning can easily cause events to get out of control later

In Silence and Stillness of Spirit

well you are teaching me a many a lessons...for that I am thankful to chance upon your acquaintance

patience is the virtuous virgin that I am as stand here waiting in shackles of ego..

the answer lies within u...what u seek lies not anywhere else so you are asking me to give u that which u hold

it is madness that fills u but this sweet madness will release you from the captivity u find yourself in

the longing ends and the beginning of the end pain which had gripped you so long, denying yourself the breath of air

The mountains of spring ever so crisp like the crackling embers in a fire in a cold winter night

the things we do to distract our minds from the thoughts which seem to occupy the vessel of mind

the sounds linger, resonating thru the chambers of the ear sending the mixed frequencies rushing to the brain, which processes stead fast attaching rapidly emotions and memories helping us to forget the reality that surrounds us.

The silence from which all arise and descend into this vast infinite space of silence ever so clear and undisturbed ever accommodating, boundless in its volume

Words we create in an effort trying to bridge the gap that we feel lies between us but only to realize the true bridge is awareness and silence…the cessation of noise we create leads to harmony we so seek

So my friend rest your spirit, your wings must be weary from the journey u been on in the quest to find the meaning you seek. May I offer you my shoulder to rest upon as gather your strength

Between these lines is where I lie awake in sleep waiting for the fulfillment you bring to me

In Silence you have left me and I shall remain very vigilant for your return

Full Moon

Ever heard about the effects of the moon on the human mind, since the dawn of civilization we have had this deep fascination with moon. The ancient Egyptian believed the moon to be the god Thoth. He was depicted in a human form with head of an ibis. The role of moon god was that of arbiter among the gods. In Hindu mythology he is Soma. Through out history the full moon has been linked with crime, suicide, mental illness, disasters, accidents, birthrates, fertility and werewolves, among other things. I am very skeptical about all this. It’s hard for me to imagine the moon having any bearing at in life as stated before. But a week back I was arguing with a friend saying that she was wrong to think the full moon had any effect on her life the way she imagined she did. So I got curious and did a little research online. To my surprise they have been numerous studies conducted on this subject the effects of the moon and some strange things have been observed for example “Homicides, suicides, fatal traffic accidents, aggravated assaults and psychiatric emergency room visits occurring in Dade County, Florida all show lunar periodicities. Homicides and aggravated assaults demonstrate statistically significant clustering of cases around full moon. Psychiatric emergency room visits cluster around first quarter and shows a significantly decreased frequency around new and full moon. The suicide curve shows correlations with both aggravated assaults and fatal traffic accidents, suggesting a self-destructive component for each of these behaviors. The existence of a biological rhythm of human aggression which resonates with the lunar synodic cycle is postulated.” The more I looked...the more it seems there is some kind of connection between the human mind and the lunar cycle, though it is not very clear. So as I promised my friend when I am wrong I do admit I am wrong and she was right. That being said be careful all Its FULL MOON today :)

Crash

Saw the movie crash. A must see. Made me wonder more than just about racism. Made me think how much me miss the things that sometimes are just right in front of us. I remember my friend told me about this thing they did in her class called free writing the concept being to write down whatever comes to your mind without stoppin on thinkin...seems to be rather a nice way to figure out whats really going and ...guess being loved is never enough when u feel inadequate to be loved. its easy to see things when they are not so close to you...makes it hard to focus when things are up front in your face...really cant see much today.. feels like its sunday or just any other day when nothing particular is happening. I call these days destructive days cause you are just left with too much time in your hands ...thinking is a disease we have been gifted with...thoughts keep flooding in to occupy ever bloody vacant moment of time you have to urself. to fuel further and further to the point..forcing you to act in a precipitated way leading to events which u only regret the moment later. Crash to me seemed like a free writing down on screen where we follow a few characters moments of madness for matter of 24hrs..distractions seem to always come to my rescue maybe those are my angels that protect me frm myself. Deep thought Deep Peace Deep Sleep are things I long for...things that money I wish could buy. but I am lucky in love..for I have found someone to love me with all my madness and inadequacies...someone who makes me special...someone who makes me feel worthy of this times i share with all...

Beautiful Mind

Beautiful Mind

Seldom have I been fortunate to grace upon such a mind
The mind that spark the emotions I never thought I had
I look upon this beautiful mind that fills me up like a cup
To spill over the brim as sip a mouthful

Things have come my way and gone without my notice
But I must say that this epiphany I am having
Cannot be compared to anything,
To this beautiful mind I dedicate my thoughts and actions

The peaceful calm that enters me is hard to describe
Much like a the sight of first morning light
That warms my cold bones on a bleak winter day
It rushes through me like a wild bush fire consuming me

Sometimes it may come, sometimes it may go
Feelings slowly grow, eternally like layers of snow
Turning into sheets of ice and glacier
Moving ever slowly changing the face my existence

This beautiful mind I set it free amongst this world
So it may awaken the restless souls that linger on
May you be blessed as I

Woman's Day

Well I know most guys wonder what so special about “woman’s day”. Many like to think it’s just another example of western corporate influence on our culture, another marketing gimmick to sell some more of their products. All this may be true or not but what I am suggesting is to think beyond this why should we dedicate a day solely to women? Well here is my take on it. “why” they do deserve a day to themselves which celebrates their womanhood. Being a woman is more than just being the opposite sex or the fairer sex. To be woman in today’s world is one of the hardest and most challenging things to be. I know you wondering “what the hell? They get the best of everything. They don’t even compete with men on a level ground.” I would like to disagree here. Women have it harder than men and it will never be a fair and level playing field between both the sexes... (well it’s at the moment...who knows about the future). To be born a woman in India today (That’s if you are lucky to start with, meaning that your parents don’t decide to abort you even before you are given a chance) is one hardest thing to do and the reasons: Society our society through history has always stacked everything against a woman from the right to an education, to the right to choose her life. Come on men these are some of the most fundamental freedoms we have and we have taken them for granted; and the funny thing is who are you to give these rights to women. Its their fundamental rights as its yours … think about it. The right to dream and pursue our most cherishes ideals and life. Being a woman it’s hard to think of yourself as dreamer or pursuer of anything. Right from childhood a woman is brainwashed by society and parents to tow the line which they have been doing for countless generations. Now that I am older and wiser, I understand what Lennon met when he said “Woman is the Nigger of the World”

Woman is the nigger of the world
Yes she is...think about it
Woman is the nigger of the world
Think about it...do something about it

We make her paint her face and dance
If she won’t be slave, we say that she don’t love us
If she’s real, we say she’s trying to be a man
While putting her down we pretend that she is above us

Woman is the nigger of the world...yes she is
If you don’t believe me take a look to the one you’re with
Woman is the slaves of the slaves
Ah yeah...better scream about it

We make her bear and raise our children
And then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother then
We tell her home is the only place she would be
Then we complain that she’s too unworldly to be our friend

Woman is the nigger of the world...yes she is
If you don’t believe me take a look to the one you’re with
Woman is the slaves of the slaves
Yeah (think about it)

We insult her everyday on TV
And wonder why she has no guts or confidence
When she’s young we kill her will to be free
While telling her not to be so smart we put her down for being so dumb

Woman is the nigger of the world...yes she is
If you don’t believe me take a look to the one you’re with
Woman is the slaves of the slaves
Yes she is...if you believe me, you better scream about it.

We make her paint her face and dance

It is true most men like to pretend that they are above it and really don’t treat women as 2nd class species. It’s incredible how we fool ourselves day in and day out. We make them into objects of desire and we abuse them. The best part is we maintain double standards if it’s a woman we care about or we feel we have a right over like our sisters, mothers, lovers etc. We have a certain set of values and ideals which they should match, and we give them certain kinds of freedom but as soon as we see them on the billboards or the music videos we have another set of values and another set of ideals, where we objectify them into mere carcass of flesh which we all fantasizes about. We as society have to learn change our thinking from grassroots, we have to change our thought processes. And to make a SPECIAL DAY in our calendar to remind us MEN that we have started changing, I don’t think it’s such as bad idea. So I wish all women across the world a wonderful Woman’s day but at same time I hope Men all over the world can start changing their way of thinking and really pay attention and analyze their thought process especially with respect to women

My perfect lover

I have been tagged by Soultrot .

My perfect lover.. hmm... I am lucky I guess because I have found my prefect lover…she the one who bring out the best and worst in me... makes me realize that each moment with her is a lifetime within its self. She is the one who makes me feel and think beyond the limitations and confines of my mind. She defines love for me…like divine light she shines down with her gentle smile and innocent eyes…With her I am honest and true as I can be.. nothing to hide I bare all knowing that I will not be judged or ridiculed… sometimes is hard to say the things I wish I could say but she knows what I feel and its real. She knows the child in me and forgives me …unconditional is her love …always there for me…some may call it foolish, some may even mock upon it…but I have truly found it to be real as real can be. My prefect lover shelters me when this world get tough and I feel I have had enough…she carries me through those dark and sinister moments bringing me back to life. She is the shaman who enchants my night, arousing the most primitive instincts in me …taking me to the after glow through the mystic moon beams. As her sweat rains upon me, drenching my soul, cleansing my spirit i breath for the first time…she is the beating heart within my cage pumping the blood thru my veins…she is the sounds I hear as they disappear and appear…for she is the void. She is all that to me and much more, for she is my Prefect lover whom I adore

This is for those you who just don’t have the time or the patience. My eight points of a perfect lover are:
1. she the one who bring out the best and worst in me

2. makes me feel and think beyond the limitations and confines of my mind

3. She knows the child in me and forgives me

4. unconditional is her love

5. always there for me

6. she carries me through those dark and sinister moments bringing me back to life

7. her gentle smile

8. innocent eyes

Of course there is more… maybe another day, another time

Welcome all

"hail to the chief" said the gnome hiding behind the great pillar in the grand hall of masters. Upon which these words were uttered a thunderous sounds ebbed around this ancient room only to gently disappear again into silence.