Why ?

Did you ever look back and asked "why"?

I am trying to ask myself too many questions, "Why" I am the way I am, "Why" should I remain what I am, "Why" this blogging and "Why" are you reading it?

I don't have answers, infact "Why" should I even have an answer?

Then "Why" I reached this line if I don't have an answer or "Why" should I even stop myself in the provious paragraph?

Confusing....
There are so many "Why's" around my neck but still I am what I am and I would remain what I am. Most of the things surrounding us changes everyday but we remain the same we were 10 years ago. Sad but truth!!

Then is this a problem, I don't think so. Probably Roger Waters (Pink Floyd's song writer) had in mind this same "Why" while he was composing his famous song "momentary lapse of reason".

Would you agree, or "Why" would you agree??

Only love is real

Love me for a reason .. let the reason be love,

No matter what I say, I want to be loved. I just want to open my heart to love and to be-loved.

But who will love me, how much that love would be, how much to love back, or how real or fake that love be, shall I think about love daily or weekly or monthly or hourly, all these makes it complicated.

I want to feel the love that comes naturally, I dont want to search for love, I just want to imagine that I am in love.

Because only love is real .. not who loves me!!

Keep Blogging !!

For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals
Then something happenend which unleashed the power of our imagination
We learned to Blog

There's a silence surrounding me
I can't seem to think straight
I'll sit in the corner
No one will bother me
I think I should Blog now
I can't seem to Blog now
My words won't come out right
I feel like I'm drowning
I'm feeling weak now
But I can't show my weakness
I sometimes wonder
Where do we go from here

It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep Blogging

Happy being worried

When going gets tough .... tough gets going ...

Lets start this day with a battle hymn, a battle of worries. Lets come victorious, let your 600 charge-brigade march ahead. Let your worries get gulped by your happiness. Lets have a reverse-engineering and find the point where the tear-ice melts to water, let it return to innocense.

Lets convience your worries to smile for you, lets not see through the stained-glass specticles, lets see with your eyes wide open.

Lets get happy being worried

Yahooing !!

Wondering why we chat,

we open up like a bloom in a night-queen flower. Try to be trusted by the people that we lie to!!

Cyberspace made it all, chatting my day to night, digging my way to something better, that is!!

May be I should try to find out way to myself, understand how this whole "me" is made of. What is my specific gravity, viscosity and what’s the refractive index of my sight?

It feels like being a salesman of “me”, trying to sell myself. Sometime with a packaged deal bundled with my personality, attitude, emotions and so forth. And when someone is turning down the deal, customizing myself with a shrug on my shoulders saying that "I have to be like the way I am expected".

That’s chatting; it’s interesting but certainly not a Yahooooo exclamation!!

PIECE of Mind

Mind .. wish I could understand you, I am just getting sandwitched between your left and right simple harmonic motions. An unconcious sausage getting topped with heaped cream of sticky cholestrolic thoughts.

Wish I could just tear you apart and understand the zoologycal-chemistric-physics that governs you and gives me the ride of thoughts everyday.

Even when I am sleeping you dont stop, keep ticking that clock inside you just like the CMOS battery on a motherbord. Everyday everymoment you want to rule me, drive me, move me. Feels like I did not make you never did I feed you!!

Trying to understand how you will ever be just like me, my inner ego. Give me a piece from your 100 GHz waves of ups and downs.

Slow down .. slow down, give me Peace ...

The Sun

Looking at the dark sky
With sparkling stars, sometime
I keep saying to myself
When The Sun is gonna rise!!

The worst is the best
Best is worst
But truth can never be untrue

We are soft at rain
Sun makes us rigid
We are in verge of a hammers kick

Just when I make my way back home
I find sometime to be alone
But still my lust pushes me
When My Sun is gonna rise!!