tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17465000892416360632024-03-13T08:52:56.044-07:00Wings that have eyesSometimes heart rules..sometimes the brain..rationale or emotions..a speedy coma or timely full stop.. what if we could have both, a flight in the horizons of freedom and timely direction to those wings..Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-85662093192668101172012-05-19T03:20:00.001-07:002012-05-19T03:20:19.641-07:00World of words<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There are colors in my eyes,<br />
and as I blink<br />
I try to contain the dreams that those colors bring.<br />
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I have smiled a lot,<br />
looking over my shoulder<br />
basking in the sun<br />
with pearls of sunshine on my lashes bright.<br />
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I have never seen a care<br />
that wrinkled my forehead<br />
or bore a sigh...<br />
just colors in my eyes,<br />
and as I blink,<br />
my dreams smile.<br />
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There is sadness,<br />
like any other weather;<br />
when I collapse in the arms of the heavenly sky<br />
I nestle there for a while.<br />
As I lay in dark silences<br />
there are days and night passing me by;<br />
I return to the spring of the earth<br />
only to find,<br />
that there are colors in my eyes<br />
and as I blink<br />
dreams chase away my sighs.<br />
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I have lived in the world of words<br />
of musical rhymes <br />
of surreal story lines,<br />
on sleepy afternoons<br />
on dreamy nights<br />
I have spun a story of mine,<br />
I live, protected in my punctuations<br />
I live as I write,<br />
with emotions<br />
with pride.<br />
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I am thrilled after receiving the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">honor of the Liebster Blog Award. I was glad enough receiving a comment on one of my poems and my joy was doubled when I read what it was. I am so thankful for this graciousness. </span>The award came from <a href="http://annaaainafairytalee.blogspot.co.nz/" target="_blank">annaaa in a fairytaleee.</a> and her blog opened a whole different world of creativity in front of my eyes. All I can say is Yay! </div>
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1. <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/10994551716906072073" target="_blank">Rees26 </a>: Blogger since 2005 she is has magical mind. Her writings are both inspiring and fun. I have read her quirky blogs on and off and I must say I have enjoyed having spent my time thus. <br />
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2. <a href="http://marysreading.blogspot.co.nz/" target="_blank">The smell of sun</a>: She is just amazing. Her ideas are different, so is her style but one thing that touches your heart everytime you will visit her blog is the power of observation and how beautifully it has been spun in her love for art. She is truly deserving of your time and this award.<br />
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3. <a href="http://elephantzine.blogspot.co.nz/?expref=next-blog" target="_blank">elephantzine</a>: What an amazing piece of writing. Its quirky, its intelligent and its brave. Well done.<br />
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4.<a href="http://ashlystewart.blogspot.co.nz/?expref=next-blog" target="_blank">Shortcuts Never Work unless they are keyboard shortcuts, those are awesome</a>: Oh my god she is so insightful, creative and amazing. Reading her blogs is like reading mini books.. full of fun and wisdom.<br />
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5. <a href="http://alidas-overseas-adventures.blogspot.co.nz/" target="_blank">Alida in Wonderland</a>: This is an awesome travel blog. Her writings make it easier for you to imagine in your head, sitting at home a place that is on the other side of the world. Very proud of you and all your travels Alida. <br />
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</div>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-31237390245670620372012-05-18T02:07:00.003-07:002012-05-18T02:07:44.329-07:00I cry<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It is a peaceful feeling.<br />
Strangely it is.<br />
Looking out of a window on a cold frigid night,<br />
With warm tears streaming down your cheeks<br />
through trembling eyes,<br />
focusing on one lonely light in the distance<br />
on the palette of the sky.<br />
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It is a sense of loneliness,<br />
with a realization that you have yourself<br />
which is so peaceful.<br />
Loneliness is more tragic when it comes as a shock<br />
Or when it is a habit formed<br />
Through which it is repeatedly born.<br />
But once in a while<br />
Crying through some dark times is, strangely,<br />
Very peaceful.<br />
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I look at that one odd light<br />
Not giving up and fighting the cold night.<br />
There is an imagery of my childhood<br />
that it draws in front of my eyes.<br />
It is very personal , it is very ripe<br />
So I pluck it and in my lap I find,<br />
thousand sighs,<br />
and I drop in them<br />
one more blatant sigh!<br />
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There is no one to hear it,<br />
Just my weary eyes.<br />
I wipe my eyes<br />
And the wet rubble in my lap gets wiped.<br />
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So I decide,<br />
I cry.<br />
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Like a tear, I drop into the night.<br />
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full once more</p><p>You will be written off</p><p>in some humdrum list</p><p>of life’s chores.</p><p> </p><p>One moment,</p><p>The moment that</p><p>Steals from us,</p><p>The fragrance of a new flower</p><p>And turns it notoriously mundane.</p><p>How can I avenge a murder?</p><p>A murder of my poetic vision,</p><p>veered from its eccentricity again.</p><p> </p><p>Mnemonics to remember,</p><p>Or a challenge to find your gaze</p><p>That had set it free in the first place,</p><p>Is the question at stake.</p><p> </p><p>Because now,</p><p>I close them,</p><p>My eyes,</p><p>I see through my lids</p><p>The cardboard box again.</p><span class=""><img class="photo_img img" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/382741_10150474495001279_630486278_8828350_949957688_n.jpg" alt="" /></span>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-81799691418140453272011-08-01T02:00:00.000-07:002011-08-01T02:01:02.581-07:00Make me<p>Make me the rhythm of your breaths,</p><p>Make me the music in your voice,</p><p>make me something you will call your own,</p><p>make me feel again.</p><p> </p><p>There are times,</p><p>I close my eyes to pray,</p><p>in the bright light of the day,</p><p>knowing only you can answer my dreams.</p><p>But finding you thus,</p><p>is hard as it gets,</p><p>so make me the path that leads me to thee..</p><p>Make me something you can call by your name,</p><p>make me believe again.</p><p> </p><p>I dream of a kiss,</p><p> of a touch, of canvas and colors, your shadow,</p><p>my hands!</p><p>But on this forsaken bed, I lie alone,</p><p>I wish, I could make you out of these colorless sheets</p><p>I lie on.</p><p>So I could do this trick,</p><p>make me a magician, or just a wand in your hand,</p><p>Make me something you can hold as your own,</p><p>Make me love again.</p><p> </p><span class=""><img class="photo_img img" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/206045_10150255244211279_630486278_7665179_8240911_n.jpg" alt="" /></span>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-83081054249641896942011-06-24T09:35:00.001-07:002011-06-24T09:35:27.018-07:00My folded notes<p>My eyes have seeked for the expresions that</p><p>your lips will never dare to convey,</p><p>i have raised my gaze,</p><p>to meet yours</p><p>to find a confused haze.</p><p> </p><p>Have you lately checked your pockets,</p><p>for the folded notes I have slipped in,</p><p>The stolen moments I have folded carefully,</p><p>the night of rain i captured in the vesels of my eyes,</p><p>and some verses I wrote on few loveless nights.</p><p> </p><p>Look closely in my eyes</p><p>as I lay on the satin sheets of your night.</p><p>There are shadows of all the stories</p><p>you wanted to live in,</p><p>of love, joy, tears nd glory .</p><p> </p><p>There are moments but</p><p>that I have dreamt to live in your eyes</p><p>but everytime I have raised my gaze,</p><p>I have found nothing bt a confused haze.</p><p> </p><p>I am sure this fog will clear once,</p><p>in your pockets for my folded notes</p><p>you will graze,</p><p>I am sure this time we meet</p><p>you will have new expression, new gaze</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><img style="width: 493px;" class="img" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/190212_10150105407251279_630486278_6505356_3865787_n.jpg" alt="" /></div></div>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-44192021665305972702011-06-23T05:32:00.001-07:002011-06-23T05:32:16.787-07:00My journey<p>True it may have taken ages to cross the mountains</p><p>but I still see them every morning from</p><p>the window that had long caged me.</p><p> </p><p>I would have walked across the fields</p><p>to quench my thirst but</p><p>my vision took me farther than I could see.</p><p> </p><p>I have come a full circle,</p><p>like the phases of moon,</p><p>I glowed in the darkness,</p><p>full, radiant and in search of those</p><p>footsteps...</p><p> </p><p>I was shinning on your roof top,</p><p>under which you sedately sleep,</p><p>While i toiled on foot to the 'other' lands,</p><p>only this time u had left a bowl of water</p><p>to catch my reflection,</p><p>but I escaped before you arise,</p><p>I shy away from the morning light..</p><p> </p><p>But, it has been so long,</p><p>I am back, sitting inside,</p><p>looking outside the same infamous window..</p><p>and you care less, why your roof top</p><p>is devoid of the milky moonlight.</p><p>and here on the branch of the tree</p><p>it lurks for me..</p><p>Ill wash my face with stardust and sleep.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><img style="width: 493px;" class="img" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261240_10150216174966279_630486278_7337703_3724669_n.jpg" alt="" /></div></div>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-18406409675550319632011-06-19T04:31:00.001-07:002011-06-19T04:31:22.959-07:00What you want to know<p>I have a face, I can show you</p><p>I have an emotion, I can let it grow on you</p><p>I have a smile, I can sprinkle over</p><p>or lets just face the darkness</p><p>and you will know everything..</p><p> </p><p>Sun wakes up from its tiring slumber,</p><p>I rise from the ashes with the first light</p><p>I open my eyes, I open my eyes,</p><p>I open my eyes..</p><p>and then we stare into the the darkness</p><p>and the world has light.</p><p> </p><p>What do you want to know about me?</p><p>the slow steps I take every night,</p><p>twinkle in the sky,</p><p>you can follow me around,</p><p>or be amazed at the sight.</p><p> </p><p>The stillness of night, I have braided in my hair</p><p>The mystery is the color of my lips,</p><p>the eyes that you want to read are</p><p>already speaking their story,</p><p>there is nothing left to do</p><p>for you here..</p><p> </p><p>Let me go,</p><p>the sun is leaving,</p><p>ill see you on the other side,</p><p>or lets just stare into the darkness,</p><p>you will know everything.</p><p>and there will be light...</p><p>you decide!</p><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><img style="width: 493px;" class="img" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/261803_10150212692171279_630486278_7299681_486700_n.jpg" alt="" /></div></div>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-47100043948430600232011-06-18T19:14:00.001-07:002011-06-18T19:19:25.863-07:00...<p>Had I not left that day, </p><p>I would have known the color of your face,</p><p>if I had stayed,</p><p>I could have seen,</p><p>the tinge of earthen red on your face,</p><p>or sky full of blue in your gaze.</p><p> </p><p>Had I not left,</p><p>I would have seen how your fingers</p><p>grip my hand,</p><p>If had stayed I could have seen,</p><p>the night </p><p>in the black of your eyes,</p><p>or maybe some stars lighting your face.</p><p> </p><p>I would have seen you pacing up and down</p><p>with anger,</p><p>I would have seen you quite in one corner,</p><p>or joyous and bird like,</p><p>or maybe,</p><p>intently starring at my face.</p><p> </p><p>But the moment passed,</p><p>for me like years,</p><p>gathered in a photocase,</p><p>glossed with some smiles, </p><p>some wishes and some tired sighs.</p><p>And I relaised I had stood there</p><p>all that while,</p><p>I had never left</p><p>the place.</p><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><img style="width: 493px;" class="img" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/230445_10150166627866279_630486278_6882452_8154557_n.jpg" alt="" /></div></div>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-25729146279395744972011-06-17T09:11:00.001-07:002011-06-17T09:11:29.361-07:00I play<p>I play with the shadows on my wall,</p><p> </p><p>I play to deal with the stories of the day,</p><p>I play to leave behind what growing up I have done,</p><p>I play to keep the devil at bay,</p><p> </p><p>I play with the imprints my closed fists</p><p>created on my hand,</p><p> </p><p>I play to carve a face,</p><p>I play to ask the questions I keep finding answers to,</p><p>I play to erase all, any trace.</p><p> </p><p>I play with the stories entangled in my hair,</p><p> </p><p>I play to comb down the fears,</p><p>I play for in them I don't miss the night,</p><p>I play to tie down the pain.</p><p> </p><p>I play,</p><p>with my life,</p><p>with my fate,</p><p>with the marks on my face.</p><p> </p><p>I love,</p><p>with my breaths,</p><p>with my desire</p><p>every game you want me to play.</p><p> </p><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><img style="width: 493px;" class="img" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/229229_10150170249331279_630486278_6915902_7260821_n.jpg" alt="" /></div></div>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-32097677899220063252011-06-16T02:43:00.000-07:002011-06-16T02:44:11.524-07:00Confused<p>The warmth of the familiar day,</p><p>or the mysterious new moon night.</p><p>The chirpy birds on every branch,</p><p>or on my skin the first touch of the moon light.</p><p> </p><p>I have embraced nothing,</p><p>but the love I had for you all this while.</p><p>Empty as it may be,</p><p>memories crawl in with every sigh.</p><p> </p><p>The silence of the night speaks to me,</p><p>in a language I cannot understand,</p><p>I hope its just singing a song</p><p>on its own and not signaling me to some new bend.</p><p> </p><p>I want to leave you behind,</p><p>see the new shores,</p><p>see who is me,</p><p>see if I can hold on to this smile,</p><p>Would you call it love if I crawled back inside</p><p>or if I grow wings to soar up high.</p><p> </p><p>Would you call it love if I walk with my heartbeats</p><p>or with the reasonable whips of mind.</p><p>Am I really lost,</p><p>or just scared,</p><p>Do I have the answers</p><p>or have not asked the questions yet,</p><p> </p><p>A new flower in the garden,</p><p>loses a petal with the wind ...</p><p>I wish I had no control,</p><p>I wish i could control the time.</p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="photo photo_left"><div class="photo_img"><img class="img" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/230090_10150185692221279_630486278_7043819_1640924_a.jpg" alt="" /></div></div>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-16765161566642462992011-06-15T03:43:00.001-07:002011-06-15T03:43:35.285-07:00For you<p>Maybe its as simple as a flower</p><p>blossoming in the spring</p><p>to get me right,</p><p> </p><p>Maybe I am just a one brush stroke</p><p>away from the complete portrait</p><p>on your canvas.</p><p> </p><p>Maybe I am as easy to get</p><p>as a bashful smile</p><p>on the wedding night.</p><p> </p><p>Maybe I am as transparent as</p><p>a naked bird, flightless,</p><p>on a barren land...</p><p> </p><p>why then, I stand watching you go blank</p><p> </p><p>I think sometimes to myself,</p><p>i ll blossom with different petals,</p><p>rearrange some lines on your canvas,</p><p>turn away with your first touch..</p><p>or just fly!</p><p>but I am me ...</p><p>and maybe, just maybe</p><p>I ll stay this way.. so you won't miss me.</p><p> </p><div class="photo photo_left"><div class="photo_img"><img class="img" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/248474_10150199526191279_630486278_7170615_4442605_a.jpg" alt="" /></div></div><p> </p><p>I am dipping myself,</p><p>while you sleep in the lap of misty night,</p><p>in the colors of the morning sky...</p><p>Ill paint a different morning on your window pane...</p><p>warm orange and bright,</p><p>Just come out to the light,</p><p>you might see me clearly,</p><p>in a flower, color or an emotion..</p>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-72729292133764691932011-06-07T02:40:00.000-07:002011-06-07T02:42:11.836-07:00...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4tt-P4IK5U/Te3yaOojMQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WLqw8pdxulI/s1600/Photo8459.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4tt-P4IK5U/Te3yaOojMQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WLqw8pdxulI/s400/Photo8459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615410842819571970" border="0" /></a><br /><p>Light in the beautiful jar,</p><p>I had preserved for so long,</p><p>I had in my arms the leafs evergreen</p><p>and wrapped around my body,</p><p>a blossomy sheet.</p><p> </p><p>I had waited eyes closed,</p><p>with my back on the window of the night</p><p>I knew I had the universe,</p><p>sun, moon, stars inside.</p><p> </p><p>Something changed, not with age,</p><p>but I have scars on my face,</p><p>Clenching the window side,</p><p>at the mystical night now I stare.</p><p>The beauty has blessed my eyes,</p><p>but inside i lie bare.</p><p> </p><p>Lifeless,</p><p>hurtful, I am not vacant,</p><p>Lost,</p><p>scared, I am just not there.</p><p> </p>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-37391482901724631772011-06-04T18:10:00.001-07:002011-06-04T18:11:46.788-07:00Wait<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ab3vQLcZxKs/TerXtthtm7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/c2UmCa4EqUw/s1600/Photo2355.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ab3vQLcZxKs/TerXtthtm7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/c2UmCa4EqUw/s400/Photo2355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614537065785826226" border="0" /></a><br /><p>I am burning like a lamp</p><p>in the longing of ur footsteps</p><p>to stop at my door.</p><p> </p><p>I am here not there,</p><p>I am in the music,</p><p>my mind makes, while it searches for your fragrance</p><p>on the sheets of the night,</p><p> </p><p>What are tears, or a smile,</p><p>my face only knows wait,</p><p>i dunno how that looks,</p><p>but you will recognize me</p><p>there is yearning in my gaze.</p><p> </p><p>I look calm, I am pale,</p><p>I am featherless,</p><p>though not fettered, i just sit their and wait,</p><p>Even when I am not there,</p><p>I am in the music,</p><p>my mind creates, while it searches for the threads</p><p>of our fate.</p><p> </p><p>When you come, walk slowly,</p><p>and pass by me,</p><p>When you come, don't touch</p><p>or disturb my gaze,</p><p>the stillness I will lose,</p><p>this color on my face will fade,</p><p>I am myself,</p><p>waiting for you...</p><p>just don't take it away.</p><p> </p><p> </p>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-72123303983248196542011-06-03T09:59:00.001-07:002011-06-03T09:59:46.245-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XwnqO3jwlVw/TekS-WiQL-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pt7G1TMUGK4/s1600/Photo7338.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XwnqO3jwlVw/TekS-WiQL-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pt7G1TMUGK4/s400/Photo7338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614039272904470498" border="0" /></a><br /><p>I have looked in many eyes,</p><p>lying close to the other</p><p>I might have loved.</p><p> </p><p>I have admired my eyes,</p><p>in their eyes,</p><p>or shied away but,</p><p>never was I lost.</p><p> </p><p>You are strikingly familiar,</p><p>but the stories are so similar, that I hear</p><p>from the hush-hush of the streets.</p><p> </p><p>You have lost your color,</p><p>but painstakingly,</p><p>your essence</p><p>still sticks on my hand.</p>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-19544857364550894872011-05-22T07:15:00.000-07:002011-05-22T07:17:13.203-07:00Waiting in a vaccum<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqLZbt55yg4/Tdka31ulimI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yuTN1xQMlok/s1600/Photo7193.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqLZbt55yg4/Tdka31ulimI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yuTN1xQMlok/s400/Photo7193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609544357484268130" border="0" /></a><br /><p>Forced to see the other side,</p><p>or just attracted by the light,</p><p>the sunflower in my heart is</p><p>adamant to follow the sunlight.</p><p> </p><p>Waits for the sun every morning,</p><p>bids a warm farewell each night,</p><p>With a hope in each petal,</p><p>it waits for the sunlight.</p><p> </p><p>Wait has its own color,</p><p>waiting has its own shade,</p><p>but over the time,</p><p>the one waiting and waited for</p><p>have the same name.</p><p> </p><p>The wait can have its own taste,</p><p>which on my tongue melts slowly</p><p>the color of the sky,</p><p>the game of time,</p><p>its a new painting every day.</p><p> </p><p>I have no recollection of what I was waiting for,</p><p>I have no recollection of where I came from,</p><p>the past that i had so carefully held to my heart,</p><p>is now just a dust ball..</p><p>I now just wait, I now just ache.</p>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-25176857382927435572011-02-19T13:25:00.001-08:002011-02-19T13:26:46.518-08:00I will never return again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OO0PabZAAPw/TWA1jLTjLnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wIw8OvWUIAc/s1600/IMG_5494.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OO0PabZAAPw/TWA1jLTjLnI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wIw8OvWUIAc/s400/IMG_5494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575515217131155058" border="0" /></a><br /><p><em>I have left that corner,</em></p><p><em>i used to frequent daily,</em></p><p><em>and the rest of the day,</em></p><p><em>that corner stayed in my heart.</em></p><p> </p><p><em>I have left the sunlit, dreamy path</em></p><p><em>leading to the corner,</em></p><p><em>I used to wait by,</em></p><p><em>and the rest of the day,</em></p><p><em>the wait for that corner,</em></p><p><em>lingered in my heart.</em></p><p> </p><p><em>I have left that corner far behind,</em></p><p><em>where, like the promised ray of light</em></p><p><em>i touched you every day </em></p><p><em>I have left that corner,</em></p><p><em>far behind.</em></p><p> </p><p><em>I have kept in my heart bitter sweet tastes</em></p><p><em>of your words,</em></p><p><em>I have kept in a knot</em></p><p><em>some beautiful nights of wait.</em></p><p><em>I have in my smile the brightness of</em></p><p><em>those lovely days.</em></p><p><em>I have held tight the rope of the new day</em></p><p><em>I have left that corner behind</em></p><p><em>where like on canvas</em></p><p><em>you left few colors on my face.</em></p><p> </p><p><em>On that corner,</em></p><p><em>one day,</em></p><p><em>your colors were not enough.</em></p><p><em>i wiped them of my face,</em></p><p><em>I stil carry those wiped colors</em></p><p><em>on my hand though,</em></p><p><em>but i will never return again.</em></p>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-27365343493801938522011-02-18T09:36:00.000-08:002011-02-18T09:38:52.932-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YGEoYVuPkhk/TV6ufTy08WI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_WOlP1KJpFo/s1600/168153_494274201278_630486278_6220695_7402984_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YGEoYVuPkhk/TV6ufTy08WI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_WOlP1KJpFo/s400/168153_494274201278_630486278_6220695_7402984_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575085241643888994" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Don't look at me..</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>my whispers will reach your </i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>imagination.</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Don't you worry.</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Every time your eyes</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>heave a sigh,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>and want to look at me,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>ill be there,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>i will hold your hand,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>I will smile back at you,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>i will fold my voice in neat folds</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>and send it your way.</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>but hold your breath </i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>don't look at me.</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>I can't stop thinking about the darkness</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>in which you hide your face.</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Your thoughts keep my room alight</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>even in the darkest hour of the night.</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>and</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>your presence makes me smile,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>but,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>don't look at me,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>don't look into my eyes.</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>If you must,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>soak my glow,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>let me just look away,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>my eyes burn</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>and still cannot light your darkness,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>consumed by longing,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>they are ablaze.</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Then let me pretend,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>I am shy, if you insist to look at me,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>and let me look away,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>if i cannot light your place...</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>imagining your gaze </i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>troubles me in here...</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Don't look,</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>till I can look into your eyes.</i></span></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "> </p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "> </p></span>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-83084987549205260952010-08-11T03:31:00.001-07:002010-08-11T03:31:48.798-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://outcampaign.org/" target="_blank"><img src="http://cdn.cloudfiles.mosso.com/c116811/A-100-v3.png" border="0" alt="The Out Campaign: Scarlet Letter of Atheism" /></a><br /></div>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-45235926567993145492010-04-14T01:22:00.000-07:002010-04-14T01:28:36.865-07:00You, me, it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_43cLT0kpWQo/S8V8jJIFWYI/AAAAAAAAADY/bIhj0Kkponw/s1600/S6302540.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_43cLT0kpWQo/S8V8jJIFWYI/AAAAAAAAADY/bIhj0Kkponw/s200/S6302540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459907066443684226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Is it me, or is this you?</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Something breathes heavily under my skin.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Tonight,</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">I will sit by my window,</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">my stranger my heart's kin.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Take me along, I'll ride with you,</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">or should I surrender,</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">without any battle and let it win?</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">It was me, no longer 'it' I possess,</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">and a battle ground is prepared within.</span>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-45852364244271824972009-08-05T23:43:00.000-07:002009-08-06T01:28:32.572-07:00What is now is not always...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_43cLT0kpWQo/SnqUIhDjjnI/AAAAAAAAADM/4s595jHnTaU/s1600-h/DSCF5403.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_43cLT0kpWQo/SnqUIhDjjnI/AAAAAAAAADM/4s595jHnTaU/s200/DSCF5403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366764779998514802" border="0" /></a><br />A sudden gush of wind,<br />wrapped the fragrance of my 'now' around me....<br />How innocent was i to believe that I could wear it all day!!<br /><br />A moment ago, the ground that touched my feet,<br />made me realize,<br />that it is not going to kiss my feet again.<br /><br />My emotions are going to change their color,<br />so will my sighs,<br />things that sadden me now,<br />are not going to be my woes always...<br /><br />Its a gift that, things are not permanently positioned,<br />or maybe a curse,<br />what ever comprises of my wisdom,<br />I hope will not stand in the way of this mysterious interplay.<br /><br />Interplay,<br />Interplay of light and darkness.<br />Do any of those exist?<br />Or maybe the presence of one contains<br />the identity of the others' name.<br /><br />What would be life if everything I know now ,<br />is all that there is to learn and know,<br />there would be nothing to learn or live for ever again...Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-79808032779046987392009-08-05T23:29:00.000-07:002009-08-05T23:42:26.198-07:00I am ..!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43cLT0kpWQo/Snp7HCMHXzI/AAAAAAAAADE/s476Y9cnM-U/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090606_47.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_43cLT0kpWQo/Snp7HCMHXzI/AAAAAAAAADE/s476Y9cnM-U/s200/Snapshot_20090606_47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366737266742353714" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I am the rain that drops on the forsaken soil,</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">or the smile that comes up like a rainbow after a night of turmoil...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The shades that I carry bask in light...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">My soul searches a meaning in earth's every sigh..</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I could say I am an enigma, but so is the universe...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I am the whole.. or the whole resides in I?</span><br /></div>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-88711067415004784602009-05-04T13:32:00.000-07:002009-04-04T18:34:49.989-07:00And I see it this way...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_43cLT0kpWQo/SdgKl0n_B8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/q0OEMIXDSK0/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090403.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_43cLT0kpWQo/SdgKl0n_B8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/q0OEMIXDSK0/s200/Snapshot_20090403.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321014604636030914" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;">I read somewhere that to love someone.. you need to know him objectively.. !!</span><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><div>Never realised that this small truth can change the way I look at things. There are so many hidden meanings that words can portray. I think nothing on this world has the capacity to turn the whole direction of our thoughts, our being like words have. I am amazed that how these lines n paper can produce meaning which magically transforms lives, gives strengths, comes out as a prayer, softly from frail lips and sometimes as curses that can shake you from the very being, these words have the most versatile, dynamic personality. I sometimes wonder, if they had a life of their own! how would they be like. Would the word 'The' be mighty and arrogant and how different words would change their personality when spoken with different tones.. </div><div>Well that is a fantasy world. But coming back to what i read.. that to love someone you need to know that person objectively. You need to have knowledge about that person as he is, as he exists not how he functions in your orbit, in your own little universe. </div><div>I remember my father telling me while introducing the wonderful world of books to me that Love of Knowledge is the supreme love! Well, that makes more sense now. Its not only the knowledge that is worldly and found in books, its your overall relationship with the word knowledge and how you introduce the word in whatever you do.. Its like introducing that word in all spheres of your life and then deepening your knowledge about it as well.. </div><div>Loving someone should never be your need or requirement its what nature has conspired you to do, so enter this mysterious arena with your senses that are tuned to know and love, rather than tuning in the way you want to and wanting to see how you wanted to, that would create disturbing expectations. Remove the coloured glass and try to objectively look at the person with eyes that seek to know more, the expectation part will slowly disappear. you see, just like two people who cant stand each other.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background- background-position: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Yayiiii</span></span> I love words... And love to Love.. </div></div></span>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-25541866278461485412009-01-09T04:58:00.000-08:002009-01-09T05:22:40.066-08:00Sirjana<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_43cLT0kpWQo/SWdK34DuocI/AAAAAAAAACs/XB7CDVoKWb8/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081028.jpg"></a><span><span></span></span><br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I give colors their names and paint a new morning with different shades... I give music to the play of light and enchant the stars till sun follows me to the crossroads of a new day..</span></span><br /></div>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1746500089241636063.post-42877096038688354752009-01-09T04:40:00.000-08:002009-01-09T04:45:44.478-08:00New YearIts a new beginning. A new understanding. All our lives we keep loving the same thing in diffrent fonts. I believe its not the sense of wonder that we loosebut the courage to taste new!<div>We see so many new things in life but the courage to look at them and reframe our mindset is something really tough.</div><div>It needs prepared Mind!.. and I am preparing myself for this new look at life!!</div>Wings that have Eyeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06224832250993965654noreply@blogger.com1