Eluding Tranquil

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.

" It's tragic when you have to depend on society's good behaviour, even more so when on its good judgement. "

The intellect is a prisoner in the cage of the body, bound by chains of fate, held in position by the hands of God. It is the mind's duty to break free of all these limitations and fulfill it's destiny.

life is a canvas of emotions, paint your colours.

Najma Lasania (orkut) So much cold in such a small place, Too much old in such a young face Too few laughs for such a large crowd, Too much silence from someone so loud Far too many heartaches for a single to earn, Too much knowledge for one who won't learn Too low down for someone so tall, Far too big mouthed for someone so small Someone too lonely despite all those around, Someone who hears all, though knows not a sound So much cold in such a small person, Now all forgotten 'till someone remembers.

Yours and yours and yours - Leo Marks, 1920 The life that I have Is all that I have And the life that I have Is yours. The love that I have Of the life that I have Is yours and yours and yours. A sleep I shall have A rest I shall have Yet death will be but a pause. For the peace of my years In the long green grass Will be yours and yours and yours.

The pluralistic dichotomy of the world and the many things in it will never let man be what he is. Only strong will can break this barrier of deception and surge ahead, rest will remain entangled in this web of deceit and die a death of irrecognition.