tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373341932024-02-06T23:49:41.912-08:00Full Moon EmptinessGrey shards of memories, generate resembling images,
Whether I like it or not,
My mind thinks Logically.Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-22075794799645571992009-11-06T01:37:00.001-08:002009-11-06T01:37:35.945-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px; ">"I am not sure what kind of issue it is or why people are "for" or "against" reciting this song "vande mataram"... but I do know it has nothing to do with the way we live our day-to-day life... the days of freedom struggle are long forgotten and the song at this moment does not invoke any nationalism (at least in me) at all... I do not know why people make such a fuss about something as unimportant as that. How many of us even know our actual National Anthem by heart is a serious question.<br />Its too crude and too subtle an issue to incinerate people's minds when we have much larger and much graver issues at hand. But as usual our politicians want something to distract public attention from their misdeeds and so a stupid ploy as this surfaces.<br />No one speaks about how we should improve the standards of living of those myriads of people who are in murderous clutches of vicious cycle of poverty, ignorance and day-to-day molesting. We as a people should alienate ourselves from such issues and work in a direction that demands peace, brotherhood and progress in terms of providing everyone with at least basic needs, if not all the luxuries of life.<br />Whether your religion allows you to recite the song or not is immaterial, and even if it allows, how much that song really matters is another issue.<br />Guys, just forget the whole thing and start working... Bonne Chance !"</span>Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-4651522374828900112009-11-03T05:37:00.000-08:002009-11-03T05:38:40.548-08:00<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">Grim death took me without warning</span></b><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">I was well at night</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666600;">and stone-dead at nine in the morning... </span></b></div>Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-79738223918569706402009-07-20T00:06:00.000-07:002009-07-20T00:11:33.070-07:00Someone said I am alive<br />Saying it again and again<br />I am alive<br />I am saying it with convection<br />Over falsified presumptions<br />Of a Teutonic enthrall<br />With covenant of panic<br />I say I am alive<br /><br />As we lie beneath the stars<br />and as the dewdrops form cover us all<br />And I feel the growing distrust<br />Of the life that sings a swansong<br />All along<br /><br />A push to the stars<br />and a pull on the water<br />and a straight blow<br />consumes whats left<br />even a president can fix it now<br />With nothing but broken records<br />What if its too late now<br />If I was then I would leave<br />But I am still very much alive<br /><br />Yes I am alive<br />I am alivePrincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-85722682300953297352009-01-21T06:15:00.000-08:002009-01-21T06:26:17.473-08:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;">The Unforgiven</span></em></strong></div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Never free</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Never be</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">So I dub thee unforgiven</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">You labelled me</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">So I'll label you</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">So I dub thee unforgiven</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">With time the child draws in</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">This whipping boy done wrong</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Deprived of all his thoughts</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">The young man strugggles on and on he's known</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">A vow unto his own</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">That never from this day</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">His will they'll take away-eay</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">What I've felt</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">What I've known</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Never shined through in what I've shown</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Never be</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Never see</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Won't see what might have been</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">What I've felt</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">What I've known</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Never shined through in what I've shown</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Never free</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Never me</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">So I dub thee UNFORGIVEN</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">They dedicate their lives</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">To runnning all of his</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">He tries to please THEM all</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">This bitter man he is</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Throughout his life the same</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">He's battled constantly</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">This fight he cannot win</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">A tired man they see no longer cares</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">The old man then prepares</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">To die regretfully</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">That old man here is me</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">What I've felt</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">What I've known</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Never shined through in what I've shown</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Never be</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Never see</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Won't see what might have been</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">What I've felt</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">What I've known</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Never shined through in what I've shown</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Never free</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Never me</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">So I dub thee UNFORGIVEN</span>Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-37855544965063029172008-04-24T05:43:00.000-07:002008-04-24T06:02:26.837-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Let Me Breath</span><br /><br />Let me breath all the air that belongs to me<br />'Cause my belief in righteousness of thee<br />Let me take a deep breath<br />Let me fill my lungs with life<br />Let me open my eyes<br />Let me create my world again<br />For the last time<br /><br />The air is too fetid to sing<br />And I can't keep aghast so long<br />The illusion must die fast<br />Or let me strangle it at last<br />I crush the flower and call it a day<br />'Cause I can't foresee my own way<br /><br />I want to fall again<br />But this time I want to have the pain<br />I beg for your hidden cruelty, your meek majesty<br />It is better than perverse piety, or even oblong obscenity<br />To sense the impending death alive again<br />With a heavy breath to revive again<br />With your eyes wide open and your mind closed<br />Helping this soul to fly again<br /><br />I want to feel the magnanimity<br />And the youthful joviality<br />And the versatile morality<br />And the succumbed serendipity<br />And the verbose animosity<br />And the sober fecundity<br />And all that I can breath<br />When I live in this fraudulent society<br />And call upon myself flexible mediocrity<br /><br />Oh please! let me breathe for last time<br />How eager I am to pretend too sublime<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-22405970158953891592008-04-18T21:50:00.000-07:002008-04-18T21:59:38.884-07:00इतना तो करना स्वामी<br />जब प्राण तन से <span>नीकले<br /><br /></span>शीव के मन शरण हो |<br />जीवहा पर हर भजन हो |<br />तृष्णा से शांत मन हो |Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-53897259184431145762008-04-18T21:48:00.000-07:002008-04-18T21:50:17.788-07:00<object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.dilbert.com/o/4782b1ae641c3eb6/4809796515ce852c/478cf2052d7472a1/9f107cc0" id="W4782b1ae641c3eb64809796515ce852c" height="300" width="400"><param value="http://widgets.dilbert.com/o/4782b1ae641c3eb6/4809796515ce852c/478cf2052d7472a1/9f107cc0" name="movie"/><param value="transparent" name="wmode"><param value="all" name="allowNetworking"><param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"></object>Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-60029630184667006132008-04-15T07:16:00.000-07:002008-04-15T07:17:55.590-07:00<script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.co2stats.com/pres.php?s=62618"></script>Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-4712862389316331502008-04-03T00:00:00.000-07:002008-04-03T00:05:12.887-07:00IlluminatI<br /><br />Have you ever been a part of something<br />that you thought would never end<br />And then of course it did .........<br /><br />Have you ever had a feeling inside you<br />that you never will give in<br />And then of course you did .........<br /><br />Have you ever .......Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-29798405601325214472008-02-23T23:53:00.000-08:002008-02-23T23:54:30.980-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >The Good Left Undone...</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br />In fields where nothing grew but weeds,<br />I found a flower at my feet,<br />bending there in my direction,<br />I wrapped a hand around its stem,<br />and pulled until the roots gave in,<br />finding there what I've been missing,<br />and I know....<br /><br />So I tell myself, (tell myself) it's wrong,<br />there's a point we pass from which we can't return,<br />I felt the cold rain of the coming storm,<br /><br />All because of you,<br />I haven't slept in so long,<br />when I do I dream,<br />of drowning in the ocean,<br />longing for the shore,<br />where I can lay my head down,<br />I'll follow your voice,<br />all you have to do is,<br />shout it out!<br /><br />Inside my hands these petals browned,<br />dried up fallen to the ground,<br />but it was already too late now,<br />I pushed my fingers through the earth,<br />returned this flower to the dirt,<br />so it could live, I walked away now,<br />(but) I know...<br /><br />Not a day goes by when I don't feel this burn,<br />there's a point we pass from which we can't return,<br />I felt the cold rain of the coming storm...<br /><br />All because of you,<br />I haven't slept in so long,<br />when I do I dream,<br />of drowning in the ocean,<br />longing for the shore,<br />where I can lay my head down,<br />I'll follow your voice,<br />all you have to do is ,<br />shout it out!<br /><br />(All because of you.<br /><br />All because of you.)<br /><br />All because of you,<br />I haven't slept in so long,<br />when I do I dream,<br />of drowning in the ocean,<br />longing for the shore, <br />where I can lay my head down,<br />(inside these arms of yours)<br /><br />All because of you,<br />I believe in angels,<br />not the kind with wings,<br />no, not the kind with halos,<br />the kind that take you home,<br />when home becomes a strange place,<br />I'll follow your voice,<br />all you have to do is,<br />SHOUT IT OUT!</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(A Rise Against Song)</span></span>Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-60338806432940553412008-02-23T23:36:00.000-08:002008-02-23T23:48:12.949-08:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Something in the Way</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >Something in the way<br />Getting trampled under your boots<br />And you never know<br />Why you did it,<br />What you ought not to<br /><br />Something in the way<br />Never catches your view<br />Though you know you have seen<br />Not quite well though<br />Why you neglected it,<br />Which you ought not to<br /><br />Something in the way<br />Never touches your heart<br />Though you know you need it<br />Not quite too much though<br />Why you let it go,<br />When you ought not to<br /><br />Something in the way<br /><br />That hinders your progress<br />And you scold the world instead<br /><br />That blinds you from the truth<br />And you love darkness instead<br /><br />That shapes a shapeless future<br />And you admire the beauty instead<br /><br />That kills your voice within<br />And you die to be heard instead<br /><br />That makes you long for warmth<br />And you embrace cold instead<br /><br />Something in the way<br />Waited long for you<br />Perhaps too long<br />When it deserved not to<br />And never did you too</span>Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-84055883611464126242008-02-12T04:25:00.000-08:002008-02-12T04:27:08.834-08:00<span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"><b><span style="font-style: italic;">A poignant song from the film TROY.........remember.......</span><br /><br /></b></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"><b>"Remember"</b></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Remember, I will still be here</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> As long as you hold me, in your memory</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Remember, when your dreams have ended</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Time can be transcended </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Just remember me</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> I am the one star that keeps burning, so brightly,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> It is the last light, to fade into the rising sun</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> I'm with you</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Whenever you tell, my story</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> For I am all I've done</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Remember, I will still be here</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> As long as you hold me, in your memory</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Remember me</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> I am the one voice in the cold wind, that whispers</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> And if you listen, you'll hear me call across the sky</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> As long as I still can reach out, and touch you</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Then I will never die</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Remember, I'll never leave you</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> If you will only</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Remember me</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Remember me...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Remember, I will still be here</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> As long as you hold me</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> In your memory</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Remember, when your dreams have ended</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Time can be transcended</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> I live forever </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Remember me</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Remember me</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"> Remember... me...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></span></div>Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-63242113874161942802008-02-10T00:09:00.000-08:002008-02-12T04:34:03.737-08:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Consequence</span></span><br /><br />When he deserted<br />The dream of his life<br />A desert remained<br />In search of its own sand<br />Myths were formed<br />In circling tones<br />And rumors fled<br />with the might of their words<br />The emotions glazed<br />with every breath<br />that now had no purpose<br />to remain in strength<br />The fortunes faded too<br />traded for mediocre lives<br />and the faces faded too<br />squandered for gaudy masks<br />But in the heart of his<br />was a meek cut<br />that never stopped bleeding<br />and never was shut<br />Which reminded him<br />Of his virtue<br />and vice too within<br />He turned to every side<br />For the refuge unseen<br />that was never meant for him<br />For the love unheard<br />that was never known to him<br />And he stared in the abyss<br />And he said to the dark<br />with a fear of disobedience<br />With shivering hands<br />and a spear of dreadful consequence<br />"Why have you found me,<br />of all the rest of men?<br />and why do you stigmatize me,<br />of all the beasts of men?"<br />And his gaze was returned<br />when the abyss stared back<br />And his nerves were frozen<br />when he heard the ticking clock<br />He heard the words<br />which echoed in his heart<br />"The choice was yours,<br />and the luck that you asked."<br />He knew he had traded<br />And failed for sure<br />all his life and those dreams<br />for a life with certainty<br />that denied him the gifts<br />Which he feared all the time<br />'cause he feared the risk to open<br />"Will I get hurt?"<br />And he had waited long enough<br />to make everything sure<br />And he now he waited<br />for the eternity to make sure<br />That he wont make any mistake.<br />At least this time, again.</div>Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-90792218341224893842008-02-10T00:08:00.000-08:002008-02-10T00:09:07.533-08:00<div align="center" style="width:374px;height:474px;padding:3px;margin:10px;border:solid green 1px;"><iframe marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="100%" height="100%" scrolling="auto" frameborder="0" src="http://www.archimedes-lab.org/Apuzzlone.html" id="ifrm_puz" name="ifrm_puz"></iframe></div><!--Puzzle of the Month by http://www.archimedes-lab.org-->Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-33100298029398482832007-08-01T00:29:00.000-07:002007-08-01T00:31:27.494-07:00<p class="MsoNormal">We do not have any real names. Do we? What people call me by is an accumulation of varied audible and inaudible frequency sound vibrations on my ear drum that creates a sensation matching a pattern stored in my brain neurons so that the resemblance with certain parts of that pattern cause a neural connection within my brain making me feel that I am called and my motor neurons tell my vocal chords and lungs to act in a synchronization so as to reproduce another pattern what we call “yes”. Then my ears again check the same pattern so as to confirm what I produced was right or wrong. In the meantime I have forgotten that I am not my name. It is just my habit to enact this seen when certain criteria are met in my environment. I live by my habits. I do everything that I do because on some point or the other I was told to follow the pattern of the behavior and actions as a response to a certain input.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">This is the origin of ME trying to live as a consequence of my environment, a mere consequence. That’s why I am humble. Even if I do not act so or say so or behave so. I seek what I do not know. I know that I should not know. If I try I will shatter my own dream, of this reality.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">What is there in name? A process, a consequence, a result and a point to point at.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/PRASHANT/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /></p>Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-18297353733987200342007-07-09T05:21:00.001-07:002007-07-09T05:30:00.305-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwZ7-gJ38xrbkwtWVGsQSHpM90XXNnAxBPtnQyv-7UVIGelW89ASX9Ie_u1oCINWoVfP6qfI46yqwJJ7tN0BW48DQDICH99ktERTMT2TxDNjDcgM0GOi62PKgm-85n7E0Lsd0q/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwZ7-gJ38xrbkwtWVGsQSHpM90XXNnAxBPtnQyv-7UVIGelW89ASX9Ie_u1oCINWoVfP6qfI46yqwJJ7tN0BW48DQDICH99ktERTMT2TxDNjDcgM0GOi62PKgm-85n7E0Lsd0q/s200/DSC00189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085171523628494002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Flow, Flow you blue sky</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">but let there be some clouds standing by</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Never give us so serene a wisdom</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">That will rob us of our tranquility</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">And will replace feathers by shields</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">That will stack the money up and up</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">To buy an Elixir of Life instead</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">And will give death in return, always</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">To forge new mountain out of sunshine, rays</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Sky O Sky what are you made of</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">A blue curtain of infinite size</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Or a mirror to reflect earthen beauty</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Contrasts Constrasts and contrasts all over</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Yugen its yugen its yugen !</span><br /></div>Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-77402460958308743412007-07-09T05:14:00.001-07:002007-07-09T05:32:47.668-07:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP0V1GfLK9xwicwKjt1FneWXa6jkZn57kRR8ziiW4QsSWyIz2YfJn3c58noYpOGCTqap6PO8_Y4vRZ5j1r8ENhEnDBWj6OcWyQa256rFrCDqtqIF1dp7wyIk06_T_xhz5oyTlj/s1600-h/zenguide_com_wallpaper_diamond_sutra_1280x1024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP0V1GfLK9xwicwKjt1FneWXa6jkZn57kRR8ziiW4QsSWyIz2YfJn3c58noYpOGCTqap6PO8_Y4vRZ5j1r8ENhEnDBWj6OcWyQa256rFrCDqtqIF1dp7wyIk06_T_xhz5oyTlj/s320/zenguide_com_wallpaper_diamond_sutra_1280x1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085170084814449826" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Percussions on the memory lane</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Mean nothing more than rains</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">On a quiescent beach</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">They pour and pour and pour</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">And fade up into new sands of time</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Did it flower you, O white lotus?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Or you opened up for beauty's sake?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">I asked the pearl to remain calm and composed</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Shine does not wither away in sea</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">But eyes of a Human are more lethal</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">They will steal away from you, </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">your sea itself<br /><br />No paradigm, No shift,<br />Only peace, without and within !<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /></span>Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-49556761968509805562007-07-02T00:36:00.001-07:002007-07-02T00:36:04.754-07:00It is all Relatively Well!<span xmlns=''><p>Streets in Mumbai<br /></p><p>Cool calm quiet<br /></p><p>Monsoon pouring heavily<br /></p><p>Blistering Tar Roads<br /></p><p>And no space to move<br /></p><p>Roads block vehicles with <br /></p><p>Moving Maze of Human beings<br /></p><p>Death of Emotions within<br /></p><p>Mud, Garbage and Gutters<br /></p><p>Don't leave anything sacred<br /></p><p>Homes, Buildings and Shallow Space left<br /></p><p>Filled with water, bile and waste<br /></p><p>Cracking Minds Suffer it all<br /></p><p>Only reason being not to Fall<br /></p><p>No one to look at<br /></p><p>Because nobody looks at <br /></p><p>And we live On<br /></p><p>And we live On.</p></span>Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-71604340427245049842007-07-02T00:14:00.001-07:002007-07-02T00:14:27.835-07:00Crest of a Night-dream<span xmlns=''><p style='text-align: center'><em>A piece of paper<br /></em></p><p style='text-align: center'><em>Came floating on the wind<br /></em></p><p style='text-align: center'><em>I read my name on it<br /></em></p><p style='text-align: center'><em>And the piece engulfed me.<br /></em></p><p style='text-align: center'><br /> </p><p style='text-align: center'><em>One Step to the Heavens<br /></em></p><p style='text-align: center'><em>Creates A mile towards Hell<br /></em></p><p style='text-align: center'><em>'Cause both are absent<br /></em></p><p style='text-align: center'><em>And are present here itself.<br /></em></p><p style='text-align: center'><br /> </p><p style='text-align: center'><em>Growing are always the weeds<br /></em></p><p style='text-align: center'><em>Who cares about Water and Fertilizers and Sun<br /></em></p><p style='text-align: center'><em>For the tender roses though<br /></em></p><p style='text-align: center'><em>This is never enough!<br /></em></p><p style='text-align: center'><br /> </p></span>Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-6492418080244902532007-06-12T21:15:00.000-07:002007-06-12T22:55:40.264-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><em>X</em></span>Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-32737616092299222192007-05-17T23:57:00.000-07:002007-07-02T00:09:41.209-07:00Preoccupation of Mind by the unreal uncertainity is a characteristic of my personality.<br />Why do I scribble so many words when I can simply say,<br /><br />I am.<br /><br />Am I Ruthlessly Imbecile?<br />Am I Tricking Myself?<br />Can I dream with My eyes open?<br />Or Do I only form Illusions when Reality is Hitting me all the Time?<br /><br />I was fond of nature.<br />I still love the Divine Mother beyond all.<br />But it seems a subtle but certainly opaque veil hides it all.<br />This is like cloaking yourself and then desperately searching for light.<br /><br />What I am writing now?Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-70738324612986189332007-04-15T02:35:00.000-07:002007-04-15T07:15:12.071-07:00What is God?<br />Nothingness.<br /><br />What is World?<br />Nothingness.<br /><br />What is Mind?<br />Nothingness.<br /><br />What makes Matter Conscious?<br />Nothingness.<br /><br />What is Suchness referred to by Buddhists?<br />What is Atman referred to by Hindus?<br />What is Tao referred to by Taoists?<br />What is God referred to by All those who follow one discipline or the other?<br /><br />Is it just an Illusion?<br />Or Is it reality?<br /><br />Is the world really a Reflexive machine responding to actions?<br />Is everything definable by Analyzing the mechanisms which occur?<br />Or is there a Motive, a purpose behind all that takes place or happens to happen in this World?<br /><br />A quest that attracted Human Race all the time starts from Nothingness and ends in Nothingness.<br /><br />A spurt of life and a speck of dust<br />But not the grief that rises from lust<br />Hampers my progress and us above all<br />Does it all that life offers,<br />A Distant light and an Invisible wall?<br /><br />I search My Identity<br />for so long<br />Whithered is my Soul<br />running with the Throng<br /><br />Hope remains still ethereal<br />and a quest that prolongs that, what is essential<br /><br />I seek peace that never will I find<br />I seek life that never meant to be mine<br /><br />Trying to escape fate but never will I<br />Deceiving myself that it always passed by<br /><br />The grass is still green, but always on the next hill<br />Giving me hope to crawl, until the world is still<br /><br />Sometimes boring poems do have some meaning<br />And but Of course Great Songs seldom lack it !<br /><br />Thanks for your patience, but the poem will never end.Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-34715144727878934412007-04-15T02:07:00.000-07:002007-04-15T02:34:04.258-07:00Mind is an Illision.<br /><br />Attachment is Suffering.<br />Ignorance is Bliss.<br />Wisdom is Prescient Selfishness.<br />Knowledge is Silence underlying a Shouting Cause.<br />Ruthlessness is a Virtue.<br />Power is the Primary Motive behind the existance of human life.<br />Truth is Crooked reflection of Reality mistified by Perceptions.<br />Strength resides in What makes you Weak the earliest.<br />Humanity is Unconscious Piety.<br />Value is a Distorted Expectation from Oneself.<br />Appearances are Always Deceiving.<br />Righteousness is the most biased thing in this world.<br /><br />Behind every act of compassion lies a Dark motive.<br />Behind every act of aggression lies a true Recognition of a Weak soul within.<br />Behind every act of surrender there is a Conscious Fear and an Unconscious Rage.<br /><br />Hatred binds a man more firmly to his Destiny than Nature.<br />Cruelty is Authenticating Disrespect of oneself.<br />Slavery of oneself is the cost of Freedom.<br /><br />Thinking is what makes us Human.<br />Thinking is what restricts us as Humans.<br /><br />It is sometimes good to Act than Wait, but it is always Better to Think than Wait.<br /><br />The World is Reality.<br />Let Us Face it Without Involving in It.Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-11544369203659765522007-04-09T00:59:00.000-07:002007-04-09T01:15:37.298-07:00I am writing this for the sake of curious question that Harshal asked me.<br />I really do not know. I believe that there is nothing called God existing in this world. I refuse to accept God's presence. I feel that makes us weak. The idea of someone ruling us without our own consciousness or limited senses makes me truly Helpless.<br />Perhaps that is the only reason I refuse to accept such an Idea.<br />But, but when we live as human beings in this world, and consider ourselves responsible for the world that we live in, we grow in, there are more than one occasions, actually a plenty, when we do feel helpless.<br />Atleast for a moment or two we feel utterly helpless in the hands of circumstances, and we can not change this world at that instant.<br />What should we do then?<br /> I do not know.<br /> The agony creeps in crushing my spirit at those times. Really.<br />Some things never change however hard you wish them to. Some things do however hard you try to keep them unchanged.<br /><br />And I feel an urge to seek someones help. Someone who is not an external to me, but whom I pray to come up from within. Who shall pull me out of exactly that feeling of helplessness due to which I accepted to refuse God.<br /><br />And I pray. I pray to myself. I ask myself to help me, but I am not the one whom I am referring to. It is something too complex to put in words. More than words that I am referring to. But it works. It helps me to counter the wrath of my own self, to pull out of my own cobwebs of Dark memories.<br /><br />So I pray, and the entity to whom I pray I am compelled to refer to as God since there is no other name given to such a phenomenon. No other apt name other than God.<br /><br />So I pray to God, not to whom who is without and external but to whom who rests within, and who drives me from within.<br /><br />I hope I have answered your question, Harshal.<br />I fear I have not.<br /><br />It seems the paradoxes will never leave me alone.<br /><br />It seems the world is full of them.<br /><br />Making me pray again.<br /><br />P.S.: Thanks Harshal and Ashutosh for their valuable comments. Do provide with such enriching feedback.<br /><br />Provoke me to think, I am yielding to the pressures, not from outside, but from within.Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37334193.post-2861928030750024802007-03-10T23:36:00.000-08:002007-03-10T23:43:23.143-08:00Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men. Do not pray for tasks equal to your power but for power equal to your tasks. Then doing of your work shall be no miracle but you shall be a miracle yourself. Everyday you shall wonder at yourself, at the richness of life that has come to you by the grace of god. Not in doing what you like but in liking what you do lies the secret of happiness.Princehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09689697882764102916noreply@blogger.com2