Eluding Tranquil

the mournful silence of the unshed tears, in that night of stars, reached out and held me still within the bars of that grotesque cage. the longing nights of love and hate and that purity of the heart were all that i had with myself within that grotesque cage. gusts of wind swept beside me as i lay there alone. thoughts of those who were, once, around me were all that which in my eyes shone. futility of actions, when you are made to believe in right and wrong, is something only god can do. for only he can be cruel. even when on his path you are, you believe you do. the wrong we despise, and the right we praise, are but the turns we give to the wheel of our life. and they become the moorings posts to which our life's ship gets tied to, when there are troubled waters. they become the twinkling stars of the lonely night when we tread the soft sands of the lost times. for these rights and wrongs bring happiness and suffering, at least that's what we believe. they become the everyda...

i know not now what treasures are hidden in the folds of life. what monsters and creatures wait for me that will cause me strife. the lamp of knowledge brought me so far, bravery must now take ahead. for i can't take the trodden path that others before have do. i must make my own road for others to follow to. but let not confidence muddle my head, my mind must be careful and alert before a step is tread. for the air is filled with the screams and shouts of the bashful souls, that ran ahead with all their might without judgement guiding their toes. but i will err, that i know. and i will learn from these. but i want to make them of my own; my own decisions that fail. for it's my life and what to do of it is my choice to make.

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.