Halleluiah

If you are miraculously screwed, there is every chance, that you would be miraculously rescued.


By any chance did you notice the similarity between rescued and re-screwed?

What is it if not Love Part - 2

The ice is cold, is solid and made of water.
Water in the bottle is warm and welcoming.
The melting ice floats over water.
Cold water from the ice flows down while
Warm water rises to touch the Ice.
Then the ice becomes water.
What is it if not love…

What is it if not love - Part 1

Sadak Chhap: We walk over it; drive over it, spit and throw garbage over it. It stays there in the coldest of days and under the hottest of suns. What is it if not love?
Other Side: helplessness
Sadak Chhap: I would like to say, it’s love…

Beginning of the last temptation

Beware of what you say for it is going to be multiplied and come back to you, testing your abilities of facing it and if you actually stand straight and be true to your self. It will come back again with a ruthless force much higher than before and the cycle will go on and on till you fall on your knees and beg for mercy…..

Now let’s see how much basic I can get and how much truth can I hold…..

Dylan song that I wrote

I got a note book
And I got it for free
So I scribe few things
But later I couldn’t read

I asked my friend
A good friend of mine
To read the things I wrote
Hoping he will read it for me.

Next day he came
Asking “how do you do?”
I said “fairly good.”
Feel free to be rude

He took out his gun
Pointing at me
And said” you are where I want to be”
Shot me twice and I was dead.

He thought it was fun
So didn’t bothered to run
He kept the note book
Till he was shot dead
For the free copy of the note book.

I surrender again

In search of you I surrender… I surrender everything. Love, pain, suffering, greed, anger, passion; I surrender expectations, hopes, illusions, my past, my possible futures, my present. My cloths, my cigarettes, my fresh air, my fresh dreams, my unfinished dreams, my ideas, my hate, my pride, my ego

And then I not only find you; I become you; I start seeing things in totality. I start seeing every thing, knowing everything. Knowing the rhythm of the fire, of the river, of life and chaos. I become the straight line in any axis. I start existing everywhere.


Enough

I chose not to… rather I chose love, pain, suffering…

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players

And I am very much part of it.
And I am a damn neat player.