E marne waalo

E marne waalo marte ho kyon a bhi. Jina baaki hai rona kyon zaroori hai? Haste haste kal subah shaam chala aayega. Agar marna hai to raat ko hi sona hai. Abhi do geet gao. Ji lo puri zindagi. E marne waalo marna to hai kal. Aaj rona chor do.dil ka baat bol do.

the new beginning

as they say that u can take my life but my soul u cannot take,
as they make me weak but die i will not soon,
as the seasons go but for summer my heart shall wait,
as everything burns to ashes but from ashes does the phoenix rise
so let this blog live, a piece of me a piece of us celebrating with whatever we have

the train back home

somedays were better left alone to

somedays are best left alone..

somethings are best forgotten

but sometimes they just keep coming in

and rush in

like a flood of memories

and u feel low

but u know

u have to get up again ,because there is no other way

and i smile

and enjoy the ride

back home

grey areas,soft places

the city was dark and light at the same time.u could tell it was the sun or the moon 

day or night,but u could never see either.i walked  down streets alleys,buildings ,houses,

parks,gardens,all of them familiar,all of them seen before.but different each time.

and i could never retrace my steps.i was walking down my city but all i could say was it looked

familiar,doors ,windows,could not see people around.no one spoke to me,i did not know how many

days ,months hours i have been here. Then suddenly i see my bedroom door standing in d middle of the road,

i run towards it,evrything goes black. i wake up in my own bed,the city never sleeps

someday

someday he would be wise,but today he had to catch those dragonflies ,the grass was sunny

green ,red burnt bricks of the house,sleepy time for this small town,but he had a lot to do, 

he had to catch d dragonflies.sneaking up behind one, he moves quickly,wings get trapped between 

his fingers . holding it up,he wonders at the see thru wings.the big eyes ,the form is amusing.he plays around 

a bit,then lets the dragon fly fly ,sits on d soft grass and wishes that evening may never come.

fairy tales

ok this may sound cruel,,but the fairy tales by grimm

 were rather grim,,and horror stories,,the stories we know are modified and 

abridged for children,,fairy tales were pschological metaphors to show 

really ugly things in real life.

like the red riding hood

..the original story did not have the wolf eating  the lil girls

grandma..the wolf cut up d granddma and cooked d meat and served it on a plate

..wen red riding hood came ,,she was asked to eat it and she did,,,and the later part of 

the story is even more ugly,,

alice in wonderland had a lot of meanings,,some of them a bit perverse

the point being stories have been modified,,edited,changed 

history may not be as we know it today,,wat lies ahead is d unknown

and what lies behind has a lot of secrets.

dream of flowers

small flowers were looking for cover,

the sun was bright

and one said to another.

y cant we bloom in moonlight?

the other said y cant we swim in the sky?