Eluding Tranquil

The moonlit sky, the shimmering stars. I can see my dreams, they are not so far. Soft to the touch, pleasing to the eyes. Gliding freely like kites in the sky. But they have to descend upon this mournful land, to be true, like the lines on my hand. The lines on my hand.

My mood is a little mellow today I am a little confused. Yesteryears are revisited today reverie and melancholy are fused. Moments of joy and sorrow all today seem alike. Time heals today and tomorrow everything is perfectly alright. Memories of foes and feres are all fresh again. All those laughters and tears are on my lips again. Such is my mood today And I am a little amused. At the silly things we did each day or harmlessly we traduced. Now that I stand far way from those around I feel a weak strand of love keeping me and them bound. I know they remember me as much as I do them We'll shout blimey whenever we meet again.

There's no heaven, there's no hell. All deeds are being rewarded for, when there's the sound of the death knell. There's reason for everything, good behing every bad. Lets thank God for something, even if it makes us sad. Though many never know, or ponder over it, That it's God's way to show, that every bad is good and we should realise it. All religions, old or new, tell us about these two realms, with vigour anew. It's their way of telling the people that look, you should be nice and live by the words of the Holy Books. And that's all they say,nothing more nothing less, but people change the rules for their own good, and cause a lot of mess. Ignorance coupled with superstition, is a very dangerous thing. Pure heart is a pre-requisition, for each and every human being. U need not pray or go to holy sites, just believe in God with all your might, Never lose trust in him whenever something's wrong, Cause happiness will come for sure, just like a sweet...

A beat now, a skip then my heart's a rolling stone. A skip now, a flutter then my heart's a rolling stone. I dnt know myself, and what I am doing here. I dnt feel like myself, mist has fogged me unclear. a smile now, a tear then my heart's a rolling stone. I pour my heart with a pen my heart's a rolling stone. My life's fighting the vagaries of this cruel world. I bear witness of the savagery of this brutal world. a pat now, a punch then my heart's a rolling stone. tough times have but begun my heart's a rolling stone. Memories haunt my thoughts of things and people bane. I had filled the proverbial pot of sins i never committed again. a vow now, a sin thenmy heart's a rolling stone. dark chapters plague the minds of men my hearts a rolling stone. Sanity is for the dwellers of the ivory tower. reality is the surrogate of what we really are. a wound here, a kiss then my heart's a rolling stone a kiss now, a dagger then my hearts a rolling stone.

oozing out of the stalactites, seeping down the floor. hollow echos of falling drops etch on my memories forlorn. frantic search for an opening meets the closed doors of hell. fire and spit and flames of hate are so hard to quell. in that dark cave of death i hear d cadaverous bell. thrown down the winding pit blocked by a large stone. revenge is the only hope of a dying man alone. kaleidoscope of life's memories blur the eyes with tears. the salty taste of the mourning water help me fight my fears. helpless at the hands of fate woven by someone else. fire and spits and flames of hate are so hard to quell. the tide surges in the heart throwing the body taut. silencing the frantic motions of a mind distraught. clarity of thought in the fog of mind is hard to win by will. the arms are at sides, the legs are stiff, and all you want to (do) is kill. random victims of cruel fate are like questions to god. what about good deeds and love and all those lessons we were taught? what happened...

myriad hues on the boundary walls of the great horizon. where trees touch the orange sky and birds fly past them. the wind rustles the green hair of the many trees. where man and nature live in peace and happiness is free. the smoke from the huts of simple men curls up to reach the clouds. black child of a white mother, runs to hug her bound. farmers return from their fields tired from the labour of the day. who toil and put their bodies to work and don't wait for the sunshine to make hay. sons of earth with their tools in hand who have called it a day.

wts wid ppl eh??i mean wt d hell is every1s problem??? ur minding ur own business and sum1 cums up to u and asks fr ur fone..apparently to talk to his wife cuz she's roaming around in d zoo wid sum oder guy..silly rite?? well..d man in question is mukhtar ansari..a regular at ccd hazratganj..and regular wid such acts too..dats wt d manager told me..dis incident hapnd sum weeks back..chirkut dint even hv any money yaar..ws askn me to gve him 20-30 rupees..sounds incredulous bt it's true..all dat twirling of moustache to gve dat mafioso effect..n d authority with wich he told me hs name..n watever fear his name used to command waned away soon after..