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The music of David Gilmour (On an Island) is creating a dreamlike ambience; the loner is busy writing his chronicle in his studio apartment, he is capturing the ecstasy of being lonely in an overcrowded city. He is mutely inhaling the drifting joy and the lingering silence, he is growing from within, he is catching the stars, and he is alive…

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Friday, December 29, 2006

Tonight I want to inscribe....





Clouds of words has gathered in the sky
How can I make it alive….?
My thoughts beckon me to write
To create a world for those unrecognized desires
I m clueless of this new world
Poetry wants to arrive…
So my words needs that inspiration,
To dash onto form this new world
A world of fantastic beings
An abode for the nomad souls.
An unsullied world with no wretchedness
An enchanted land for the creators
A world of eternal expressions…
Beautiful landscapes of smile
Houseboats of dreams…
Flowery valleys of love,
Those songs of nightingales
Harmony all-around…oh my words!
Will they succeed to beckon you..?
Still my words need you...
‘Cause my world is new.
Your journey begins now…
To this beautiful land of words
Where the sky is black and the land is white...
Where rivers fly and the wind flow…
Castles of thoughts…and emotional gates
Waits for you…moon sings here and the stars dance
It’s a new world…..where you will find me
Smiling and appreciating its beauty….
Hope this smile comes from you too
Welcome to this new world yet again…


Lonely lane





A name in my heart…
A torture unbearable
A phase where nothing seems mine
So is my tale, a tale of that lonely lane.
Silent streets, hazy nights, a whisper of agony
That’s where I dwell
Where I and my feelings mingle
Unrecognized woe makes me insane.

Am I so cursed or I m escaping sanity?
Long vanished memories touch my face
And strokes me gently to say where is that real You..
I just smile with my memoirs
And tell them that they are too beautiful.


The windows of my room are clogged now
As my heart hates those tides of wind.
When I look at myself, I see those concealed tears
My abandoned eyes are bored of that monotony
My post box seems vacant
What is the date today …I wonder.
The streets seems so bare
Where is the watchman?

Where am I?


Am I lost …..?In this big dirt?
Even my outline seems not mine
Am I actually walking in this lonely lane,
Or am I escaping involuntarily?






A Song of Darkness





Dark melodies of solitude
downhearted soloist
Is singing for his life
He is longing for that rainbow lane
A lane of smile
A lane of wonderful things
A picture perfect existence
Among the loving souls
Where is that first light?
He is playing that sad refrain again
Where are those carousing?
Where are those sweet things?
Where is that poet of happiness?
Is he no more left?
Long lost happy emotions
Are creating pain
In this pour out life
No thoughts of glee
No funny occurrence
Shadows everywhere
No lighthouse of hope
Why he is again singing that tune
Is he sane now?
Why those glasses of hemlock
Is again in my hand
Am I sane?
Or a foolish babbler
Just sometimes confuses me
still I want to write
Just for the soloist
who sings the song of darkness!

Orkut Is Under Construction. Plz Check Back Soon

Friday 29 December, 2006...11 o' clock

Today Mr A is sad, he is no more smiling but gazing at the computer screen that says Orkut is under maintenance. Every morning Mr A follows a ritual of checking his Orkut account. He is addicted to it. He loves to send scraps and add new friends. He keeps counting the number of friends in his list but today he is unable to see his account. He is urgently calling his friends and asking all childish questions. He then searches for his lost friends in Google, Yahoo messenger in sheer desperation. He is afraid of losing all his contacts. He even tries to visit Gazzag in order to get some of his friends back but misses Orkut badly. He is unable to get that Orkut experience. Well, this is not only Mr. A’s story. Everyone is missing an important piece of their life today and I am not an exception. Let’s hope Orkut fixes up the problem soon. We can’t imagine a day without its glimpse.
 

Get well soon…Orkut!


Thursday, December 28, 2006

Am I an Indigo Child?




















Its 6:30 PM.....and my room is dark!!!
Suddenly a buzz....well someone remembered me!
Someone dropped me a warm "hi"....
after a long time a smile in my face ...
Oh pain! Left me for a while...
Suddenly, felt someone to be my very own...


No one ever asked me...anyone ever know me...
sometimes I see the sunlight...
but why I think so much!!


Seems like each passing day will be my last!
Nothing impresses my hungry soul
still I exist and hope for a better tomorrow
miracles and angels to visit me...
my interpretation of dreams and sounds to be true...
I m a sane person, still lonely from the world of my own...

Well.....today someone asked me so...
"Do you know about Indigo?
I think you are the one!"
He said me so...
Well ....at last someone really got the vibration...
and then I thought....
Am I an indigo child?
Or he is the one…


(This poem is dedicated to all the indigo children of the world)


My New Year Resolutions






Again a New year!!!
 
It's time for some really serious resolutions. Well I have a list:


1)  Organize my considerable movie and book collections and put up a sign like "do not ask to borrow".

2) I will clean my oh-so dirty looking laptop every Sunday.


3) Learn how to cook or keep a (Kanta Bahen)....but not eat junk.


4) I will go to college atleast three days a week.


5) I will try to be serious with my girlfriend.

6) Quit smoking...believe me it's injurious to health.

7) Remember B'days of my buddies.


8) Smile always.


9) Call dad once in a week to say how much I love him.



10) Give this new year a brand new start...believe me I will do it.