Climbing and weaving, Stumbling and heaving
Breaking and making, failing yet staking
We have all seen spiders spinning a web
But I saw a spider stuck in its own web.
Clambering, faulting in the slippery terrain
Building the dream grain by grain
We have all seen spiders spinning a web
But I saw a spider stuck in its own web
Struggling to break the shackles inlaid
Swearing to cut the wild goose chase
We have all seen spiders spinning a web
But I saw a spider stuck in its own web.
‘It’ had a mind of its own
That failed to stimulate the existent mind-fold
We have all seen spiders spinning a web
But I saw a spider stuck in its own web.
It couldn’t break free the ‘existent’ yet ‘senseless’ morals dame
Nor could it live in the stifling frame….
‘It’ twisted and churned
Divided in the world of its ‘web’ and its ‘own’…
We have all seen spiders spinning a web
But I saw a spider stuck in its own web.
Would it ever realize that it is not alone
It’s the very lane that makes us ‘grown’
Choosing from the ‘ideas’ that were initially imposed
Would make it comprehend the ideas ‘IT’ pose…
Nothing is ever forced
Neither the boundaries nor the folds…
We have all seen spiders spinning a web
But I saw a spider stuck in its own web
I wish the spider wins over the ‘struggle’
To find that its ‘web’ was its very ‘own’.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
There is always a last...
I read this report in the newspaper about suicide and wondered what exactly can drive us to the verge of ending the most beautiful gift god has given us...
.... the thought itself was enough for me to feel sad the whole day I fail to understnd the circumstances...
For everything there must come a last.
A last minute
a last hour,
a last month,
day, or year.
A last drink,
a last coke,
a last smile,
a last choke.
A last love,
a last heart,
a last kiss,
hug by far...
Or even the last words
written on a page.
But the worst last thing
is your last breath
because what is to follow
will surely be your death.
PS:- There is a last to everything...
and that inlcudes even you pain...
.... the thought itself was enough for me to feel sad the whole day I fail to understnd the circumstances...
For everything there must come a last.
A last minute
a last hour,
a last month,
day, or year.
A last drink,
a last coke,
a last smile,
a last choke.
A last love,
a last heart,
a last kiss,
hug by far...
Or even the last words
written on a page.
But the worst last thing
is your last breath
because what is to follow
will surely be your death.
PS:- There is a last to everything...
and that inlcudes even you pain...
Cant think of a suitable title...
I felt too strange and so....
Window panes come crashing down
Amidst the tears and pain
Vanishing hopes are gone and flew away
Up above through twilight
Shadows cast across the floor
Reflections of the past
Trembling thoughts of one
Dwelling deep within the soul
A mystical sense of reality
Captured by the craze
All in bewilderment
Of the shock in the wave
Creatures of the dimness
Chattering amongst the green
Everything slows in stillness
What is this I see?
Window panes come crashing down
Amidst the tears and pain
Vanishing hopes are gone and flew away
Up above through twilight
Shadows cast across the floor
Reflections of the past
Trembling thoughts of one
Dwelling deep within the soul
A mystical sense of reality
Captured by the craze
All in bewilderment
Of the shock in the wave
Creatures of the dimness
Chattering amongst the green
Everything slows in stillness
What is this I see?
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
DIARY DIARY DIARY….
My room was a big time MESS!! So much so that I was distracted even with Richard Bach ‘the one’ in my hand! Clothes all over the settee (which was ‘originally’ meant for some1 to sit!) and my bed with piles of books so I LOST IT and started the SAFAI-ABHIYAN that meant pouring my wardrobe to spilling my study table and its endless mess and I FOUND SO MANY INTERESTING THINGS IN THE PROCESS..
...I found my endless range of pencils, pens, scales, refills different types pf pages(yup pages! U read it right. U ll find with me anything and everything that can even remotely pinch the tag of ‘STATIONARY’!) but THE BEST was I found my DIARY (pata nahi kahan chhupa ke rakhi thi jo ab mili hai bevakoof se! gawd it was my school time diary!).
It was so much fun reading it all over again (JESUS CHRIST! I was such a ‘nut-case’ then! not that I have improved much!). Those sketches, poems, stories, paintings and not to mention the endless fever of basket ball and CRICKET…there was even something on SKATING ( o0O..when did I ever get interested in SKATING??).
And you know the best part was the DIARY ENTRIES...
(Dont tell ne1 but even the worst of ‘sob-stuff’ could only manage to make me ‘embarassed’ that I was ACTUALLY really bothered by such ‘trivialities’)…
JJJJEEEEZZZZ(I am destroying this diary before some1 gets his/her hand on it).
And yet it had some really ‘beautiful moments’, their USP being they were too ‘plain’ too simple, too innocent just too pure!!
Hmm... You know the best part about diaries is that in those few minutes you get to ‘relive’ the whole life it spans for you in those words. Every moment, every tear and that ever so beautiful smile!! And the best of all it makes you live your 'growth’ literally and realize your own fallacies…..
PS:- I saw the truth in what you had said… most of my problems were ‘in my head’ they never really existed!! It was ‘in the mind’ coz it was never ‘on my lips’!! SILLY ME! Never mind we all LEARN sooner or later...
...I found my endless range of pencils, pens, scales, refills different types pf pages(yup pages! U read it right. U ll find with me anything and everything that can even remotely pinch the tag of ‘STATIONARY’!) but THE BEST was I found my DIARY (pata nahi kahan chhupa ke rakhi thi jo ab mili hai bevakoof se! gawd it was my school time diary!).
It was so much fun reading it all over again (JESUS CHRIST! I was such a ‘nut-case’ then! not that I have improved much!). Those sketches, poems, stories, paintings and not to mention the endless fever of basket ball and CRICKET…there was even something on SKATING ( o0O..when did I ever get interested in SKATING??).
And you know the best part was the DIARY ENTRIES...
(Dont tell ne1 but even the worst of ‘sob-stuff’ could only manage to make me ‘embarassed’ that I was ACTUALLY really bothered by such ‘trivialities’)…
JJJJEEEEZZZZ(I am destroying this diary before some1 gets his/her hand on it).
And yet it had some really ‘beautiful moments’, their USP being they were too ‘plain’ too simple, too innocent just too pure!!
Hmm... You know the best part about diaries is that in those few minutes you get to ‘relive’ the whole life it spans for you in those words. Every moment, every tear and that ever so beautiful smile!! And the best of all it makes you live your 'growth’ literally and realize your own fallacies…..
PS:- I saw the truth in what you had said… most of my problems were ‘in my head’ they never really existed!! It was ‘in the mind’ coz it was never ‘on my lips’!! SILLY ME! Never mind we all LEARN sooner or later...
I WISH IT CONTINUES….
Buzzzzzzzzzz the ALARM spoons (and not to mention with it my beautiful dream of…. oo0 which company was I dreaming of today?? Never mind my list is tooooo long to exhaust THAT soon so there would be another tomorrow!!) huh but I had just slept man it was 3 0’clock 2 mins back!! And following the same arithmetic laws when I open my eyes 2 mins later its 8 in my watch! (There surely is something called clock theory along with number theory and graph theory! Which is yet undiscovered to the ordinary souls like ME)
LATE AGAIN….. Phew
So I wake up with my simple prayer and my daunting resolution of (no prize for guessing) WAKING UP AT 6 !! and when I just put my feet on the floor the dangling mesh off WIRES (u c the modem, the lappy, the RJ-56 and the telephone sockets) unfailingly welcome me to the real world once again and I ALWAYS get messed up in them w/o my specks and nearly fall (so I grudgingly thank them for helping me get over my sleep with their jerky good morning means!)...
So there is the foundation of my second and third resolution!!
Ahh and finally main n meri BOOKS resume the journey once again!!
Hehehe….. it reminds me of the Bournvita Quiz Contest’s title song BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS lalalala…
Its crazy meddling with GRE preps, placement scenes and ohh so boring colg exams and yet so INTERESTING (I know I m crazy now u know it too)! 1 minute I am learning parallel computing , the next minute SLR rotations of the AVL trees and just the next gobbling the word-list! Hehehe…and just to pep the things a little trying to read the PRINTF library file… what would one call all this? I don’t know what you would call it but I would call it…
BLISS!! Ohh yeah sheer BLISS
Living in the world of ‘sensibilities’ explained through the magnifying glass of ‘logical reasoning’ and ‘endless theories’ is soooooo contagious! It is like being lost in a world that always has reasons to bag it (and if there are exceptions there are endless reasons for them too prolly more logical then the rest). Everything is so planned, so fixed so IN THE BOX!!
Gawd I can live with them all my life it reminds me of the days of my 11-12 when there was absolutely no concept of day and night! I never ate I never slept there were always things I was engrossed in the things that were invigorating rather than taxing…ummm sheer bliss no doubt absolute bliss
Gawd I thot I had lost it. The tempo, the zeal that feeling of getting completely occupied in my dream and bang its back again and I am loving it rather I am basking in its glory. No movie, no ride, no amount of talk can be more rejuvenating than this feeling (I was always convinced I was an alien). Strangely so I am not concerned about the result… I don’t care whether I make it to my WISH LIST for its not the thought of the end result that’s making me slog or be completely lost from the world around me but it’s the journey, this beautiful mindlessness, the numbness and yet the feeling of being completely alive!
I AM LOVING EVERY MOMENT OF IT….
PS:- All those who think I SLOG (If this is what they meant by it) I just have to say U R SO RIGHT !!
LATE AGAIN….. Phew
So I wake up with my simple prayer and my daunting resolution of (no prize for guessing) WAKING UP AT 6 !! and when I just put my feet on the floor the dangling mesh off WIRES (u c the modem, the lappy, the RJ-56 and the telephone sockets) unfailingly welcome me to the real world once again and I ALWAYS get messed up in them w/o my specks and nearly fall (so I grudgingly thank them for helping me get over my sleep with their jerky good morning means!)...
So there is the foundation of my second and third resolution!!
Ahh and finally main n meri BOOKS resume the journey once again!!
Hehehe….. it reminds me of the Bournvita Quiz Contest’s title song BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS lalalala…
Its crazy meddling with GRE preps, placement scenes and ohh so boring colg exams and yet so INTERESTING (I know I m crazy now u know it too)! 1 minute I am learning parallel computing , the next minute SLR rotations of the AVL trees and just the next gobbling the word-list! Hehehe…and just to pep the things a little trying to read the PRINTF library file… what would one call all this? I don’t know what you would call it but I would call it…
BLISS!! Ohh yeah sheer BLISS
Living in the world of ‘sensibilities’ explained through the magnifying glass of ‘logical reasoning’ and ‘endless theories’ is soooooo contagious! It is like being lost in a world that always has reasons to bag it (and if there are exceptions there are endless reasons for them too prolly more logical then the rest). Everything is so planned, so fixed so IN THE BOX!!
Gawd I can live with them all my life it reminds me of the days of my 11-12 when there was absolutely no concept of day and night! I never ate I never slept there were always things I was engrossed in the things that were invigorating rather than taxing…ummm sheer bliss no doubt absolute bliss
Gawd I thot I had lost it. The tempo, the zeal that feeling of getting completely occupied in my dream and bang its back again and I am loving it rather I am basking in its glory. No movie, no ride, no amount of talk can be more rejuvenating than this feeling (I was always convinced I was an alien). Strangely so I am not concerned about the result… I don’t care whether I make it to my WISH LIST for its not the thought of the end result that’s making me slog or be completely lost from the world around me but it’s the journey, this beautiful mindlessness, the numbness and yet the feeling of being completely alive!
I AM LOVING EVERY MOMENT OF IT….
PS:- All those who think I SLOG (If this is what they meant by it) I just have to say U R SO RIGHT !!
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