My strength doesn't come from bringing you down, my strength doesn't come from hitting you when you reach your lows. My strength comes from knowing the difference between right and wrong.
I am not the picture of ego and false pretenses, I'm not the God or Dog of living with hate. I don't feel this need to be a master of my destiny.
I live with hope, hope for a new day when the pain recedes, when it stops, when it nullifies to zilch. Now I live with 'peace' of mind. And now I live with me! I had people, had dreams of putting an act together but now just lessons.
And it works out for the best, I suppose.
The baggages I leave, the memories I burn, the wants I bury. The people long dead, their acts of disappointment too much to bear. Like the sea, I keep it quiet. Too quiet. And after everything I persevere. Because beliefs hold, faith sticks. I chose what I believe in, and whom I have faith upon. Because life abounds with disappointments, and heretics to 'your' faith(fullness).
My strength comes not from masquerading as 'a high on life lover' it comes from knowing that I stand at 'Right'
Happiness comes from not being afraid to stand alone, and now I am truly Happy.
I gift them their false beliefs, false code of living and friendship and love. Its what segregates the coward from the brave.
and truly
' Everything, everything Ends! '
10/30/10
broken dreams
We will always be embers of unfinished dreams.
Some people to their credit never give up on theirs.
But for most of us its not how it generally goes!
I mean usually its not always a speeding bus or an illness, that keeps the dreams from getting built. Most of the time, it is just too difficult, to expensive, too scary or requires too much courage.
Its only once you've stopped, that you realize how hard it is to start again.
So is it with life, so is it with love. When you stop feeling them, at any point, its improbable you will start to feel it again. And so you force yourself not to want it. The pretexts are many, reasons abound. We at times blame fate, at times people. We find happiness in diversions. We try and forget the real deal, the real feel. But how far does that take us?
Truthfully its all there in some long thrown background. And believe me, these lost dreams are always there and until you finish it, they will always be.
After all we are just embers of broken dreams.
Some people to their credit never give up on theirs.
But for most of us its not how it generally goes!
I mean usually its not always a speeding bus or an illness, that keeps the dreams from getting built. Most of the time, it is just too difficult, to expensive, too scary or requires too much courage.
Its only once you've stopped, that you realize how hard it is to start again.
So is it with life, so is it with love. When you stop feeling them, at any point, its improbable you will start to feel it again. And so you force yourself not to want it. The pretexts are many, reasons abound. We at times blame fate, at times people. We find happiness in diversions. We try and forget the real deal, the real feel. But how far does that take us?
Truthfully its all there in some long thrown background. And believe me, these lost dreams are always there and until you finish it, they will always be.
After all we are just embers of broken dreams.
10/13/10
15th july to 15th october
three months of trying to erase the past, three months of recreating memories
and three months of friendships and fights!
trials and errors and some jubliations. what a see-saw, what should I say about bangalore!
A city to which I first came with a smile, and a song in my heart, left it with doubts, re-entered with regrets and leaving with new memories. Three months of trying to love the place, and finally leaving it at 'just thinking'.
I have gathered all the memories, first few months were a ball, in a field i hardly knew. New friends, mix of cultures, learning a different meaning of 'chumma'!
A night at Jimmi with colleagues, putty-book, coffee breaks were a leg-pulling time.
And towards the end a wonderful date with an amazing guy!
Loved it, and will miss the special people I met here, some I will meet again, others I hope to meet again.
It was an experience which held me high, made me string and taught me to survive!
As I leave it, my mind is cleared of doubts, my will strong.
These three months were the time of my life.
Will miss it all.
But I know I will make it,
Happy Life
:)
three months of trying to erase the past, three months of recreating memories
and three months of friendships and fights!
trials and errors and some jubliations. what a see-saw, what should I say about bangalore!
A city to which I first came with a smile, and a song in my heart, left it with doubts, re-entered with regrets and leaving with new memories. Three months of trying to love the place, and finally leaving it at 'just thinking'.
I have gathered all the memories, first few months were a ball, in a field i hardly knew. New friends, mix of cultures, learning a different meaning of 'chumma'!
A night at Jimmi with colleagues, putty-book, coffee breaks were a leg-pulling time.
And towards the end a wonderful date with an amazing guy!
Loved it, and will miss the special people I met here, some I will meet again, others I hope to meet again.
It was an experience which held me high, made me string and taught me to survive!
As I leave it, my mind is cleared of doubts, my will strong.
These three months were the time of my life.
Will miss it all.
But I know I will make it,
Happy Life
:)
10/10/10
Quiet is peace.
Tranquility.
Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life.
Silence is pushing the 'off' button.
Shutting it down.
All of it. It wasnt the self imposed silence of those with convictions, protestors who seek to speak their cause by not speaking at all.
It was the silence of one who has taken cover in a dark place, curled up all the edges and tucked them under.
Tranquility.
Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life.
Silence is pushing the 'off' button.
Shutting it down.
All of it. It wasnt the self imposed silence of those with convictions, protestors who seek to speak their cause by not speaking at all.
It was the silence of one who has taken cover in a dark place, curled up all the edges and tucked them under.
10/6/10
Jerry the mouse
The 'punny' little rat spoke, and look just how!
Should I laugh, or should I cry. Well this time I send the cries over to you, because I did my fair share and you didnt.
And you do have a female-rat in attendance with you now :)
Fair enough!
Now talking about The famous line 'What goes around,comes around'
well I did good, so my today, away from a sic cheating bastard like you seems good enuf.
Just take care of your today RAT and now out of your hiding hole, get a life.
Because it would be hard for you to do that.
And Mr.Rat, you are the easiest to forget with all your festering slime.
Go spout the same cheesy lines, which you always do
Now scoot off or we are going to need a rat kill!
:P
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