My secret love "muzik"

makes me smile,in the silence
makes me cry wid the violens,
touches my heart with the guitars,
can't see him cuz he's so far,
takes away my pains and heels my sorrows
relaxes my senses and makes a better tomorrow,
turns me on wid his rythem and blues,
tries to reach my soul with the spiritual views,

makes me burn on the dance floor,
makes me loose wid the loud roar,
breaks my head and bang it hard,
when rock and roll and metal goes apart,
and the hip-hop forces to shake n spin around,
with drums beats driving wicked and surround,
takes my breath away with the old gold classics,
which makes the air go so romantic,
and the base goes running along,
across the southern rock with the country so longed.

and the jazz and raggae comes in action,
with the sweetness and suntan goes in attraction,

he's taught me so much about life
that i knw i can make myself no more strive,
i can feel him in my ears,
but he can't wid all those gears,
i can't see him newhere,
eventhough he catches me evrywhere.

he's immortal and neva bids gudbye,
but i sometyms have to fall apart n go so shy.

Longing for a Camera

When at home, in summer vacations, I had a 1.3 megapixel camera, and I was quite happy. That was my Grandfather's camera enabled mobile phone. Now when in hostel, I am again camera-less :( . I bet I'll buy a camera from my first salary. :) And again start blogging with pictures. Pictures adds an completely new touch to the blog posts. No one in this world have time to waste on unattractive stuffs. Pictures attract.

Pointlessness

Be in despair until the depression seems pointless.

Laugh until the happiness seems pointless.

Cry until the sadness seems pointless.

Gape your mouth until amusement seems pointless.

Be afraid until the fear seems pointless.

Have an affair until the emotions seems pointless.

Fuck until lust seems pointless.

Sleep until the tiredness seems pointless.

Be a theist until god seems pointless .

Live until life seems pointless.

Die until death seems pointless.

Hear until listening seems pointless.

Speak until noise seems pointless.

Be silent until silence seems pointless.

Be a tramp until roaming seems pointless.

Fly until flying seems pointless.

Be musical until music seems pointless.

Be an observer until observation seems pointless.

Be an explorer until exploration seems pointless.

Meditate WHEN everything seems pointless.

And above all be yourself in this whole shit of pointlessness.

purple haze!

purple haze in the blue sky, dawning phase with the birds flying high, flocking feathers upto the zenith, under the sun flying wid the shadows beneath. night sky nearing the sun to die, inside the horizons of the moonlit sky, laying shadows from 90 to zero, with the beeds under the water below, the tides rising high wid the sudden breeze, sprinkling drops of heaven in my crease, with the shower of thunder lightening in crahses, to the snow flakes under brightening in scratches, here comes mr. moon saying gudnyt to u, with stars sparkling in the goodness of blue.

for pscychopaths..

i m not what i luk lyk,
but m not the exact opposite..
i try to be an angel outside..but..
i guess i m daredevil insyd..
ppl always hav the wrong opinion abt me when they frst meet me...
wat i do is try to show the best in me ..and prove a gud human..in every way..but i guesss so ppl..jus see the outer sphere of mine,
and they forget to dig into my inner cold blue ocean in the northern hemisphere..an try to take plunge in this pure shrine,
they don actually see me the way i am,
but actually see the way they want it to grab the ham,
sometyms i jus think,actually why the hell m i born as a human,
but in the so called fuckin real world..
the feelin jus sweeps,fades away and sink,
lonely,burnt,broken,sick n tired.. damn m a psychomaniac..wid no damn job..but gettin all the tym fired,
is there ne single tiny lit world..in this so calld fuckin real world,where i can rest my head in peace,
and flyaway wid the left over broken wings..and sleepover in my own bit of crease,
tryin to reach out a whole new heaven,where i can scream n shout in this nuclear freezin chill,
cuz wheneva i m fallin 4 lov..i m provoked to hav my sleepin pills,
figurin out how long m gonna survive..in the snow cold lonly thunder shower,
strivin for the hunger and thirst for the human affection..whose goin crazy over blood,sugar,sex..n money magic..wid no fuckin power,
turnin the beauty of..world's fresh natural breeze jus like a plucked pink rose,
anther blown away.. in the fire set ablaze..sheddin billions of tears frm my eyes..an further turnin into brey,brown an coal black..,
my whole lit world is crashed into smoke..an ashes..chokin my lungs,in the wide open field of flames,
here i m in so called world..where i can rest in my brain drainzz,n enjoy the god damn gud my grainzz,
livin a life outta hell,
misery n pain all swallowed..
like a pain in the neck so hollow,
i was finally restin in peace..out of the pieces of me in my goddamn grave..
m so dead..yet m buried alive..nothin but so brave..
m still sleepin under my closet..
i'l live up till dawn reaches to sunset,
m gonna be there as holy soul searchin for the perfect body..
waitin after the clouds of thunder,
burst away and pour rain scatterin me into dust dissolvin me under ..




so whoeva read dis piece of shit written by me.. do try to visualise it.. n give me feedbak.. n who doesn't..m least concerned..and dats my real life story..which m goin thru..dats me n dat waste of time i call it a piece of thought .. called visualisation..n dats what i do..welcome to my visionary..

bluecrush_su..
strangers beware..m a dangerous..psycho

Half Moon...

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Time to settle scores

The great sage Gorakhnath has said: "When you don't ask you get milk when you ask you get water and when you take you draw blood". This quote clearly indicates the way mother nature takes care of us.As infants we don't know what to eat and what to abhor we just cry when hungry and in return we get mother's milk to nourish us.Even water is enough to keep us alive and see what happens when our taste buds start to drive our hunger, we eat not out of a need to survive but to satiate our senses which is impossible.In the process we keep on adding more and more karma in our eternal account by slaughtering more and more animals.In fact there's no such thing as bad or good karma.It's just that we have to pay back what we take.The recent trend of making meat production an industry is quite striking in this context.We all know that that a tonne of pulses can feed much more mouths than the same amount of beef or pork.Also the nutrients are of a much higher value in case of vegetarian sources as they come from lower levels of the food web.The input required to produce is also much less in case of pulses or peanuts as compared to pork or beef. In spite of these well known facts the developed nations are engrossed in pleasing the tongue. I am amused to see that these fast 'developing' people can't develop their tastes into more sattvic realms.Then they jump on the bandwagon of world peace. The results are pretty obvious- more hostile response from any area of the world they venture into.I believe it's the curses of the animals that were tortured and killed that are working when we see pandemics like swine flu taking shape and other disorders affecting meat eating societies.Meat generates tamas or grossness which makes the mind cling more to the senses.No wonder we see increase in animalistic behavior in people.Animals love to procreate,see where the population is heading to.Animals are very territorial,then increase in communal and border disputes is no news. One may argue that according to that logic the plants also curse us.Of course it's true plants do curse us when they are used but their curses are not so severe as the animals as animals are closer to us biologically.Absolute curb on slaughter is ofcourse a foolish notion(you can't relish bananas in the arctic).We should appreciate how efficiently people there utilise the body parts of the animal killed.Even the sinews of seals are used up as threads by the eskimos( thankfully we don't have factories there!!!).In hostile conditions like arctic the animal is killed out of need not greed.It's interesting to note that most of flu outbreaks originate from the tropics only.The scientists will intelligently assert that to favorable conditions for the pathogens in these areas.The nature's message is very clear here. In the end it all boils down to the proposition that maybe those animals owned some debt which they have paid in this life.But what about the debt that we owe them now?