Friday, December 4, 2015
Humble Beginnings
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Brainwashing 101
Monday, November 30, 2015
Faux Contact
Faux Contact
Saturday, June 27, 2015
This Impatient Little Boy
With his blue side bag and quirky glasses
It was a fine day with a playful breeze
Tapped his feet and saw the cars pass by,
The Toyota, the Maruti and the Mercedes!
He waited for his mother on the street,
The Crowded road in front of his school.
Where vehicles and people were aplenty
His father told him it wasn’t so once,
For he did go to this very school,
Spoke proudly about the time long gone.
When the road was clean, Spotless!
There weren’t so many cars so many people,
A lot of turf and not a trace of litter.
The boy couldn’t imagine that distant time.
As he waited all he could see,
Was litter and people too busy to care.
As the garbage played with the road, a love affair!
Garbage in all of its manifestation,
Cans of mountain dew and wrappers of lays,
Skin of orange riddle the space.
People too busy to care
Walk without even so much as another glance,
Caught up in the ways of the world, in a Trance!,
That was when the boy saw it,
One man. Just one man! Lifting up the garbage,
In his clean clothes and slip on shoes.
No one now dared to litter as he
Picked up the can, picked up the wrapper.
The boy joined him and a miracle happened,
People gathered to clean the streets,
That day He went home and told his dad,
The time that once was has returned,
The road is clean, spotless!
All it took was one man and
An impatient Little Boy.
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Sunday, July 7, 2013
THE DARK LIGHTHOUSE
The Dark Lighthouse
There's too much light,
The need to escape,
A beacon of black,
Where darkness dwells,
It consumes all,
Except the eyes,
Which consume black.
The Eyes of sin.
The sun is down,
The stars are gone,
Everything is right,
Everything is justified,
Boundaries are blurred,
It's all in transit,
No light no dark,
No joy or regret,
A place to get lost,
A place worth getting lost,
The Dark Lighthouse.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
The Apple and Checkmate
The Apple and Checkmate
The battle is lost ,
And soon will be the war ,
It was just a bite ,
But now its a deep scar,
She lies fallen ,
There is noone to save her today,No dwarfs that are pure ,
No prince so sure,
The apple lies besides her,
She couldn't resist,
Just a bite,
And Innocence lost the war,Amongst the corrupted ,
She stands true but poisoned,
She is Waiting ,
For death or her saviour,
Its all the same,
Just end the game ,
Check and mate.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
BRAVE NEW WORLD
We are the soldiers ,
We are new kind of soldiers,
We are changing the definitions Not neglecting the old values,
Just handpicking a few,
Also creating some new,
Changing the horizon,
We are stubborn ,
Hard to be impressed ,
Enjoying and hating solitude.
We are the army,
We may not seem like much,
But we are ready ,
To protect and form ,
The brave new world.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
The Way I Miss You
It's been hardly two days,
But it feels so long,
Have to be strong,
The way I miss you,
It isn't natural,
It's a need,
Deep in my body,
And makes my heart bleed,
I need to see you ,
To touch you and hold you.
To Look into your eyes,
To make you mine.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Quotes from the last wish
I’m to choose between one evil and another, then I prefer not to choose at all.
Is this what the lesser evil looks like?
“People”—Geralt turned his head—“like to invent monsters and monstrosities. Then they seem less monstrous themselves.
What the eyes do nay see, the heart will nae miss..
Monday, May 7, 2012
Violet Velvet
Violet Velvet
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
THE GOLDEN COMPASS
To strike a day too soon is as bad as striking a hundred miles off
coming from the walls all around was a slight humming sound, almost too low to hear, the sort of sound you had to get used to or go mad.
she had to be vague in some places and invent plausible details in others; she had to be an artist, in short.
Buy a little farm, a few head of cattle,some horses...Nothing grand, you notice. No palace or slaves or heaps of gold. Just the evening wind over the sage, and a ceegar, and a glass of bourbon whiskey
We are all subject to the fates. But we must all act as if we are not
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Rue's Song
Saturday, February 4, 2012
hitchhikers guide to galaxy memorable lines
- "You live and learn. At any rate, you live."
- "Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist's, but that's just peanuts to space.
- "You know," said Arthur, "it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young."
"Why, what did she tell you?"
"I don't know, I didn't listen."
- “Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.”
- “There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.
There is another theory which states that this has already happened.”
- sometimes if you received an answer, the question might be taken away.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
QUOTES
- The moon was out in a watery way. It looked like a ball of paper from the back pocket of jeans that have just come out of the washing machine, and which only time and ironing would tell if it was an old shopping list or a five pound note.
- liable to fall off whatever it is that well-balanced people are supposed to be balancing on.
- There is a feeling which persists in England that making a sandwich interesting, attractive, or in any way pleasant to eat is something sinful that only foreigners do. "Make 'em dry," is the instruction buried somewhere in the collective national consciousness, "make 'em rubbery. If you have to keep the buggers fresh, do it by washing 'em once a week.
- No. No games. He wanted her and didn't care who knew it. He definitely and absolutely wanted her, adored her, longed for her, wanted to do more things than there were names for with her.
- "It was just such a sudden revelation, years of almost unnoticed worry just dropping away, like taking off heavy weights, like black and white becoming colour, like a dry stick suddenly being watered. The sudden shift of perspective that says `Put away your worries, the world is a good and perfect place. It is in fact very easy.' You probably thing I'm saying that because I'm going to say that I felt like that this afternoon or something, don't you?"










