I sit staring at you
waiting for that smile
Don't want to blink,
for I may miss
the precious sight, your smile
Can't wait for that moment
when you'd unveil
your beautiful smile
Seven minutes I wait
with my smile mile long
looking at you trying
to hide that smile
Here it comes now
If there ever was one
a smile well worth
seven minutes and more
Rain Drops
reach out your hand
and touch the rain drops
feel them
splash
against your skin
over and over again
head back
mouth open
taste the rain drops
fall onto your tongue
those small little rain drops
come down from the sky
very very high
they fall to the ground
but they're still alive
tiny little rain drops
come splash me again
come down from the sky
and wet my skin.
by Pyrochick
and touch the rain drops
feel them
splash
against your skin
over and over again
head back
mouth open
taste the rain drops
fall onto your tongue
those small little rain drops
come down from the sky
very very high
they fall to the ground
but they're still alive
tiny little rain drops
come splash me again
come down from the sky
and wet my skin.
by Pyrochick
A Circle of Enlightenment
A straight line
with no within
and without
bends unto itself
transforms into
a circle
The circle
little space inside
infinite space outside
Our minds, thats how it is
so little inside
and so much more outside
All Wisdom and religion
seek to erase
the boundries of ignorance
Misinterpreted
they just misshapen
a perfect circle
Yes, there's beauty
to behold in shaped
circle of ignorance
It's battered and bleeds
when tampered with
wisdom and reason
Religions and wisdom
with right intentions
stretches the horizon
a circle with centre
without any boundries
finally they enlighten
The metamorphosis of a closed mind to an open mind with a centre as an awareness of 'the self' and encompassing everything in existance, all knowledge, wisdom, time and space is 'enlightenment'. We start out as children with no self awareness (straight line) then as we grow older we create a circle around our self, no matter how large the circle is, it is still minute compared to neverending boundries of knowledge and wisdom. With introspection and wisdom, we seek to break this boundries. If we seek enlightenment outside, we would be limited by the horizon created by our sensory perception. It is only by looking within ourselves we would be able to erase the boundries of self created circle of psuedo knowledge/ignorance.
with no within
and without
bends unto itself
transforms into
a circle
The circle
little space inside
infinite space outside
Our minds, thats how it is
so little inside
and so much more outside
All Wisdom and religion
seek to erase
the boundries of ignorance
Misinterpreted
they just misshapen
a perfect circle
Yes, there's beauty
to behold in shaped
circle of ignorance
It's battered and bleeds
when tampered with
wisdom and reason
Religions and wisdom
with right intentions
stretches the horizon
a circle with centre
without any boundries
finally they enlighten
The metamorphosis of a closed mind to an open mind with a centre as an awareness of 'the self' and encompassing everything in existance, all knowledge, wisdom, time and space is 'enlightenment'. We start out as children with no self awareness (straight line) then as we grow older we create a circle around our self, no matter how large the circle is, it is still minute compared to neverending boundries of knowledge and wisdom. With introspection and wisdom, we seek to break this boundries. If we seek enlightenment outside, we would be limited by the horizon created by our sensory perception. It is only by looking within ourselves we would be able to erase the boundries of self created circle of psuedo knowledge/ignorance.
Time well spent by a Himalayan lake
When at a highland lake
sit there, spend couple of hours
in a mountain silence
enjoy few breaths of pure air
You could be there in early mornings
when gentle breeze is still chilly
and the surface of the lake
is still draped in a mysterious mist
You could spend an afternoon
when shadows are short,
and sun hangs high above
making every wavelets glimmer
Water is always crystal clear
still, it will never be known
what secrets stay unrevealed
and depth, you can just attempt a guess
On a moonlit nights
its quite a different place altogather:
You'd see strange shapes never seen before
forming and melting there on darkened surface
Its not about just the ripples on the lake,
sounds or shapes, imagined or real
Its about just being there
letting your thoughts discover its own depth
sit there, spend couple of hours
in a mountain silence
enjoy few breaths of pure air
You could be there in early mornings
when gentle breeze is still chilly
and the surface of the lake
is still draped in a mysterious mist
You could spend an afternoon
when shadows are short,
and sun hangs high above
making every wavelets glimmer
Water is always crystal clear
still, it will never be known
what secrets stay unrevealed
and depth, you can just attempt a guess
On a moonlit nights
its quite a different place altogather:
You'd see strange shapes never seen before
forming and melting there on darkened surface
Its not about just the ripples on the lake,
sounds or shapes, imagined or real
Its about just being there
letting your thoughts discover its own depth
The King of a Mango Orchard
Running around bare feet in my shorts
amongst the mango trees
The green mangoes down so low
that I reach up take a small bite
and leave a mango still hanging there
The fences around the orchard
I am sure are meant to keep
the cows and buffaloes strolling in
I can find my way inside
easily from any tiny breach
Peacocks, parrots and koels
all feast on mangoes, as free as me
Sitting up high in mighty tamarind tree
I survey the grandeur of my kingdom
mighty pleased with what I see
The smell of mango and tamarind flowers
in cool gentle summer breeze
feel of watered ground on my feet
lazying there listening to the music of birds
in shades of these mighty trees
There's could be nothing more in this world
that I can ask than this
amongst the mango trees
The green mangoes down so low
that I reach up take a small bite
and leave a mango still hanging there
The fences around the orchard
I am sure are meant to keep
the cows and buffaloes strolling in
I can find my way inside
easily from any tiny breach
Peacocks, parrots and koels
all feast on mangoes, as free as me
Sitting up high in mighty tamarind tree
I survey the grandeur of my kingdom
mighty pleased with what I see
The smell of mango and tamarind flowers
in cool gentle summer breeze
feel of watered ground on my feet
lazying there listening to the music of birds
in shades of these mighty trees
There's could be nothing more in this world
that I can ask than this
The Story teller and flip of a coin.
It's been five long years
when the coin decided
to flip the other way
I couldn't believe it then,
that flip would be the other way.
The coin, what was in its mind?
The story teller has till now
churned out thousands different stories,
all could have had different tales to tell.
The flip has now left me
with dreams all covered in dust,
regrets and no regrets,
The story teller tells me
I may have five more years
and may be five more after that
he is not certain though
what stories are in store after that
The coin, what is in its mind?
The story teller takes out the coin
as it's time for another flip
he asks me again this time
what I want it to be
If wishes were chocolate candy
I'd have whichever I liked.
Oh story teller, please this time
could you make the coin listen to me?
last time the coin seemed
to have a mind of its own.
The story teller just smiled at me
and flipped the coin up in the air.
when the coin decided
to flip the other way
I couldn't believe it then,
that flip would be the other way.
The coin, what was in its mind?
The story teller has till now
churned out thousands different stories,
all could have had different tales to tell.
The flip has now left me
with dreams all covered in dust,
regrets and no regrets,
The story teller tells me
I may have five more years
and may be five more after that
he is not certain though
what stories are in store after that
The coin, what is in its mind?
The story teller takes out the coin
as it's time for another flip
he asks me again this time
what I want it to be
If wishes were chocolate candy
I'd have whichever I liked.
Oh story teller, please this time
could you make the coin listen to me?
last time the coin seemed
to have a mind of its own.
The story teller just smiled at me
and flipped the coin up in the air.
Tonight I Felt like God
The sky tonight was
lit up in supernal fireworks.
Lightening zapped from all directions.
It was one hallowed show.
Not a single moment passed
when lightening was not seen weaving
the darkened sky.
Oh how can I tell you of my joy
of seeing amazing diamonds
in all different colours there are
as far as eyes could see:
The rain drops suspended
caught in a flashy fleeting moment.
The diamonds had the life of their own.
They danced a divine dance.
A dance to the magical symphony.
The symphony of thunder's rumble,
a rumble as deep as a million cellos,
playing from soul's depth
and percussion of falling rain drops
in the little puddles,
and bouncing off the every leaf
of every trees in the garden.
And wind, how can it not join in
and play heavenly flutes?
Yes tonight I feel like God
for who else could this celestial show unfold?
lit up in supernal fireworks.
Lightening zapped from all directions.
It was one hallowed show.
Not a single moment passed
when lightening was not seen weaving
the darkened sky.
Oh how can I tell you of my joy
of seeing amazing diamonds
in all different colours there are
as far as eyes could see:
The rain drops suspended
caught in a flashy fleeting moment.
The diamonds had the life of their own.
They danced a divine dance.
A dance to the magical symphony.
The symphony of thunder's rumble,
a rumble as deep as a million cellos,
playing from soul's depth
and percussion of falling rain drops
in the little puddles,
and bouncing off the every leaf
of every trees in the garden.
And wind, how can it not join in
and play heavenly flutes?
Yes tonight I feel like God
for who else could this celestial show unfold?
What are those lines, on your face?
Words from a distance
carried to my ears:
A child asking an old man,
"what are those lines, on your face?"
Old man answered,
"That dear child
is the map of journeys
that I have undertaken".
The child curious, asked again,
"But why do they all criss and cross?"
Old man said with a smile in his voice,
"Oh, every road that I took
crossed every road that I took".
The child replied all knowingly,
"yes, like school to home
and home to the park,
and to the Vidhya's house".
carried to my ears:
A child asking an old man,
"what are those lines, on your face?"
Old man answered,
"That dear child
is the map of journeys
that I have undertaken".
The child curious, asked again,
"But why do they all criss and cross?"
Old man said with a smile in his voice,
"Oh, every road that I took
crossed every road that I took".
The child replied all knowingly,
"yes, like school to home
and home to the park,
and to the Vidhya's house".
Power of our words?
A good Doctor Masaru Emoto
experiments on water.
Filled up some bottles;
Labelled each
love, hate, compassion,
terror and greed.
To one called 'love',
he spoke of love
to one called 'hate',
he spoke with hate.
Thus with greed,
compassion and terror.
Freezing the water
looking through the scanner.
The crystals of love
shone bright as diamonds
Like a lotus were shining
the crystals of compassion.
Those that were called
hate, greed and terror
seemed all misshapen,
fearsome broken and lost.
Could this really be
the power of our words?
experiments on water.
Filled up some bottles;
Labelled each
love, hate, compassion,
terror and greed.
To one called 'love',
he spoke of love
to one called 'hate',
he spoke with hate.
Thus with greed,
compassion and terror.
Freezing the water
looking through the scanner.
The crystals of love
shone bright as diamonds
Like a lotus were shining
the crystals of compassion.
Those that were called
hate, greed and terror
seemed all misshapen,
fearsome broken and lost.
Could this really be
the power of our words?
So you are digging a hole for yourself, eh?
Now hear this
for it's the thing
you normally wouldn't come across
in your everyday talk.
So you want to dig
a hole for yourself,
dig it really really deep
and you never want to stop.
Let me tell you this
that if you keep digging
the most likely place you'd end
is a bottom of any ocean.
You might end up in China
or end up in Mongolia;
You might end up in Sahara
or even end up in Timbuktu.
If it's not your lucky day
you see, you could get stuck
in hot magma at the core.
So you still want to keep digging?
Note: If you think I am kidding, try it yourself here
for it's the thing
you normally wouldn't come across
in your everyday talk.
So you want to dig
a hole for yourself,
dig it really really deep
and you never want to stop.
Let me tell you this
that if you keep digging
the most likely place you'd end
is a bottom of any ocean.
You might end up in China
or end up in Mongolia;
You might end up in Sahara
or even end up in Timbuktu.
If it's not your lucky day
you see, you could get stuck
in hot magma at the core.
So you still want to keep digging?
Note: If you think I am kidding, try it yourself here
Bargain of a lifetime.
If you do not tell
the mother of a soldier
fallen in a war,
that war was fought
for a no good reason.
Fearing to take away
the pride from her sorrow.
Does that make a
good reason for war?
Hurry it's a bargain
we are told.
Take someone's life.
The life that's gone
could be of unknown,
it could be of
one of your own.
Isn't it a fair price:
A life for your pride?
Be proud little children
so what if you've lost dad.
You've got shiny medals
and your mother a flag.
There's no loss in any war:
Medals, flags, and gun salutes;
Pension and pride,
All at fair price.
That's a just bargain.
the mother of a soldier
fallen in a war,
that war was fought
for a no good reason.
Fearing to take away
the pride from her sorrow.
Does that make a
good reason for war?
Hurry it's a bargain
we are told.
Take someone's life.
The life that's gone
could be of unknown,
it could be of
one of your own.
Isn't it a fair price:
A life for your pride?
Be proud little children
so what if you've lost dad.
You've got shiny medals
and your mother a flag.
There's no loss in any war:
Medals, flags, and gun salutes;
Pension and pride,
All at fair price.
That's a just bargain.
Of upside-down world.
When you are down
and all stressed out,
try lifting the weight
of the whole world.
You'll soon realise
it's the same
as that carried
on your own two feet.
How do you carry
the weight of the world?
Just try standing
on your own head.
If you haven't noticed;
the world is doing just fine,
And creatures of this world
are all standing on their feet.
It's no wonder,
for those who carry around
the weight of the world,
world is all upside down.
If you didn't guess, this is about the preposterous assumption of mankind that they carry a weight of the world.
and all stressed out,
try lifting the weight
of the whole world.
You'll soon realise
it's the same
as that carried
on your own two feet.
How do you carry
the weight of the world?
Just try standing
on your own head.
If you haven't noticed;
the world is doing just fine,
And creatures of this world
are all standing on their feet.
It's no wonder,
for those who carry around
the weight of the world,
world is all upside down.
If you didn't guess, this is about the preposterous assumption of mankind that they carry a weight of the world.
Of smoke screen words and introspection.
Ever noticed 'smoke screen' words like 'they', 'them' 'maybe' and words suffixed with 'some'. Notice how those words lend wonderful ambiguity to spoken/written sentences, it's as good as saying absolutely nothing at all. Below is the poem about introspection.
Who are they?
Another mystery:
Could it be solved?
Finding an answer
to who are they?
They are the villians
in every story.
They are to blame
for all the crying shame.
Oh yes, they are bad
stealing every smiles,
found in their way.
Answer could lie
in this question:
Could that they
be THEMself?
Who are they?
Another mystery:
Could it be solved?
Finding an answer
to who are they?
They are the villians
in every story.
They are to blame
for all the crying shame.
Oh yes, they are bad
stealing every smiles,
found in their way.
Answer could lie
in this question:
Could that they
be THEMself?
Stressbuster
Just in case you’ve had a rough day, here’s a stress management technique recommended in all the latest psychological texts. The funny thing is that it really works…
1. Picture yourself near a stream.
2. Birds are softly chirping in the cool mountain air.
3. No one but you knows your secret place.
4. You are in total seclusion from the hectic place called “the world”
5. The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a cascade of
serenity.
6. The water is crystal clear.
7. You can easily make out the face of the person you’re holding underwater.
Disclaimer: Do NOT try the last step for real. (Found this on the net)
1. Picture yourself near a stream.
2. Birds are softly chirping in the cool mountain air.
3. No one but you knows your secret place.
4. You are in total seclusion from the hectic place called “the world”
5. The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a cascade of
serenity.
6. The water is crystal clear.
7. You can easily make out the face of the person you’re holding underwater.
Disclaimer: Do NOT try the last step for real. (Found this on the net)
Words about Truth
What Is Truth
It is the foundation of law
and the mystery of heart
and the reason why some have such strong opinions
It is the pulling of the soul
to a bigger goal
free of selfishness and delusions
If it's anything more than a love between mankind and God
when the times of testing come of our joy we shall be robbed
It teaches love for our nieghbors
and forgiveness for our foes
It shows us how we need to live
It gives practicals to guide
toward a conscience life
with a unity that is a mystery
If it's anything more than the debt we owe each other
we are destined to repeat the mistakes of our forefathers
There is more that I could say
and maybe I will one day
to those who want to hear of grace and love
I'll say for opinions sake
history's replete today
with hundreds of all kinds of religions
each man must wade through the waters of what may be truth
or invent within himself his own rules
be careful what you do
don't build a church that does not have truth
"What is truth"
I leave to you a mystery
a poem an analogy
I leave you what is plain to see
a forest hidden before trees
A message few have figured out
I leave you what we speak about
we teach our children not to steal
and tell them how to be for real
and show them by our faithfulness
a love that's full of righteousness
when we forgive the wrongs they've done
and show them how to overcome
the simple things that hold us back
and fill in them what we too lack
when pride and fear get in the way
causing our core to dissipate
then spiralling toward pleasure's end
we kill our little innocence
by doing what is obvious
I need not explain this
we all know what is wrong
we all know how to be strong
we make up our own excuse
and just like Pilate ask "What is truth"
Written by Archie Brown
It is the foundation of law
and the mystery of heart
and the reason why some have such strong opinions
It is the pulling of the soul
to a bigger goal
free of selfishness and delusions
If it's anything more than a love between mankind and God
when the times of testing come of our joy we shall be robbed
It teaches love for our nieghbors
and forgiveness for our foes
It shows us how we need to live
It gives practicals to guide
toward a conscience life
with a unity that is a mystery
If it's anything more than the debt we owe each other
we are destined to repeat the mistakes of our forefathers
There is more that I could say
and maybe I will one day
to those who want to hear of grace and love
I'll say for opinions sake
history's replete today
with hundreds of all kinds of religions
each man must wade through the waters of what may be truth
or invent within himself his own rules
be careful what you do
don't build a church that does not have truth
"What is truth"
I leave to you a mystery
a poem an analogy
I leave you what is plain to see
a forest hidden before trees
A message few have figured out
I leave you what we speak about
we teach our children not to steal
and tell them how to be for real
and show them by our faithfulness
a love that's full of righteousness
when we forgive the wrongs they've done
and show them how to overcome
the simple things that hold us back
and fill in them what we too lack
when pride and fear get in the way
causing our core to dissipate
then spiralling toward pleasure's end
we kill our little innocence
by doing what is obvious
I need not explain this
we all know what is wrong
we all know how to be strong
we make up our own excuse
and just like Pilate ask "What is truth"
Written by Archie Brown
Story of a pair of shoes
Buying a pair of new shoes
I never know what to expect
Walking in a shoe shop
like 'love-at-first-sight'
there I find my brand new pair
Pleased with my new purchase
I take them out for a walk
a walk with proud strides.
Look, how everyone gives
them an envious stares.
'Love' blooms as I wear,
my friends, my companions,
for travels far and wide.
Scruffs and scratches
from many a mountain climbs
and sand from the beaches
all over, and in my shoes.
All sweet memories
of those places.
Togather we have some real wild time.
But it's all too soon
when its time to buy a new pair
I feel quite sad for my old shoes
for I love them
and don't want to lose them.
They are now, all tattered and torn;
everyone gives them
a wierd stare.
They've served well.
Rest in peace my old friends.
Ah, my pride, my new pair...
I never know what to expect
Walking in a shoe shop
like 'love-at-first-sight'
there I find my brand new pair
Pleased with my new purchase
I take them out for a walk
a walk with proud strides.
Look, how everyone gives
them an envious stares.
'Love' blooms as I wear,
my friends, my companions,
for travels far and wide.
Scruffs and scratches
from many a mountain climbs
and sand from the beaches
all over, and in my shoes.
All sweet memories
of those places.
Togather we have some real wild time.
But it's all too soon
when its time to buy a new pair
I feel quite sad for my old shoes
for I love them
and don't want to lose them.
They are now, all tattered and torn;
everyone gives them
a wierd stare.
They've served well.
Rest in peace my old friends.
Ah, my pride, my new pair...
What is death? (poetic retake)
I could say
death is nothingness,
an infinite void, and such.
Well, that may not be true.
Being alive, I'd never know
what it is, 'being dead'.
Not in a hurry
to acquaint myself with it.
There would be a time for that
Don't they say it's inevitable?
Whenever it is,
'tis just not yet.
Company of it,
would surely be pleasant
after all I am to spend
'forever' with it.
If it's not so pleasant?
Well, I'd be too dead to care.
death is nothingness,
an infinite void, and such.
Well, that may not be true.
Being alive, I'd never know
what it is, 'being dead'.
Not in a hurry
to acquaint myself with it.
There would be a time for that
Don't they say it's inevitable?
Whenever it is,
'tis just not yet.
Company of it,
would surely be pleasant
after all I am to spend
'forever' with it.
If it's not so pleasant?
Well, I'd be too dead to care.
Searching Sublimity.
Achieve a greatness of the stature
that troubles all seem so small.
Achieve a greatness of the spirit
that hurt is just a word.
Achieve the thoughts so calm and pure
that despair find no place for sure.
Let that be your starting point
to conquer a thousand happier worlds.
Let the lovely flowers bloom
every place you land your step.
Let the wisdom shine so bright
in every word that you take.
Be that whisp of scent
that's not so easily forgotten.
Be a harbinger of smiles
that spreads solace far and wide.
Be all that what you want to be
and let all that things be you.
that troubles all seem so small.
Achieve a greatness of the spirit
that hurt is just a word.
Achieve the thoughts so calm and pure
that despair find no place for sure.
Let that be your starting point
to conquer a thousand happier worlds.
Let the lovely flowers bloom
every place you land your step.
Let the wisdom shine so bright
in every word that you take.
Be that whisp of scent
that's not so easily forgotten.
Be a harbinger of smiles
that spreads solace far and wide.
Be all that what you want to be
and let all that things be you.
Animal kingdom
In my room
with me, lives,
spiders, lizards and mosquitoes
In my backyard
lives a frog, he hops everywhere
and eats cockroaches
There're some sparrows
who come and visit
every now and then
And, yes, there is,
a one eyed cat, who gets in my kitchen
and a mouse too who lives there
There is a cow
who goes around knocking every door
asking for food, thats true
Every now and then
dogs, pigs and even donkeys
stroll my street
Very rarely
a whole lot of monkeys
come on my terrace
Once, I even caught
a snake
from my front yard
There used to be
many pigeons
but, I havent seen them for long
Where are crows?
and butterflies?
Where are all the peacocks?
spiders, lizards
and the frog
they dont bother me ever
mosqitoes, they bite sometimes
I wish
they wouldnt do that
I hung a shoe box
outside my house, for sparrows
I thought, they'd nest there, they didn't
spiders, ants, mosquitoes
frogs, rats, lizards
sparrows, cats and monkeys
Do I live in their kingdom
or they in mine?
I am not sure which.
with me, lives,
spiders, lizards and mosquitoes
In my backyard
lives a frog, he hops everywhere
and eats cockroaches
There're some sparrows
who come and visit
every now and then
And, yes, there is,
a one eyed cat, who gets in my kitchen
and a mouse too who lives there
There is a cow
who goes around knocking every door
asking for food, thats true
Every now and then
dogs, pigs and even donkeys
stroll my street
Very rarely
a whole lot of monkeys
come on my terrace
Once, I even caught
a snake
from my front yard
There used to be
many pigeons
but, I havent seen them for long
Where are crows?
and butterflies?
Where are all the peacocks?
spiders, lizards
and the frog
they dont bother me ever
mosqitoes, they bite sometimes
I wish
they wouldnt do that
I hung a shoe box
outside my house, for sparrows
I thought, they'd nest there, they didn't
spiders, ants, mosquitoes
frogs, rats, lizards
sparrows, cats and monkeys
Do I live in their kingdom
or they in mine?
I am not sure which.
Just passing from here
Doing
The Work that I like to
When I want to
Many things there yet that I want to
Going
Go see places
Not always where I want to
and When I want to
Sleeping
I close my eyes
This music sounds so good
I can be any place, I want to
Being
Just being myself
all the time
here and everywhere
Caring
Don't care really
for any hurt, I don't want to
I never mean to
Pausing
once in a while
Admire, the way everything seems
all the treasures around me
Stopping
Let the new beginings to catch up
Reflect, gather that I want to
map out to where I am going to.
The Work that I like to
When I want to
Many things there yet that I want to
Going
Go see places
Not always where I want to
and When I want to
Sleeping
I close my eyes
This music sounds so good
I can be any place, I want to
Being
Just being myself
all the time
here and everywhere
Caring
Don't care really
for any hurt, I don't want to
I never mean to
Pausing
once in a while
Admire, the way everything seems
all the treasures around me
Stopping
Let the new beginings to catch up
Reflect, gather that I want to
map out to where I am going to.
Writer's Curse.
That time of a day,
If you can call that 'day',
early hours of the morning,
very end of the day.
When you are dazed,
warm bosom of sleep
about to embrace.
You are almost there.
Little seeds
of inspirations
start to explode
crescendo at the edge of chimera
of rhuburb between
the sleep and thoughts.
What shall it be,
words or dreams?
If you can call that 'day',
early hours of the morning,
very end of the day.
When you are dazed,
warm bosom of sleep
about to embrace.
You are almost there.
Little seeds
of inspirations
start to explode
crescendo at the edge of chimera
of rhuburb between
the sleep and thoughts.
What shall it be,
words or dreams?
Experimenting with the design of this page.
Some cool new stuff added today, such as clicking on comment opens the comments on this page itself. Sidebar now has rss/myyahoo subcription thingy, you can click on the icon to subscribe either via a news reader or yahoo.
Firefox too has a cool feature you can click on 'Live Bookmark' icon at the bottom of your browser window, no need to come to this page to find out if there's anything new, you would be able to see changes live in your firefox bookmark. I don't recommend using internet explorer so have no idea if that supports live bookmarks.
Another thing I changed in the sidebar is the list of visitors who have posted comments and links to their profile. Do visit their blogs and leave comments there.
Also in the sidebar is the list of last 10 posts.
In case you come and visit this page, I'd appreciate if you leave your feedback, that way I would be able to see your page too.
Firefox too has a cool feature you can click on 'Live Bookmark' icon at the bottom of your browser window, no need to come to this page to find out if there's anything new, you would be able to see changes live in your firefox bookmark. I don't recommend using internet explorer so have no idea if that supports live bookmarks.
Another thing I changed in the sidebar is the list of visitors who have posted comments and links to their profile. Do visit their blogs and leave comments there.
Also in the sidebar is the list of last 10 posts.
In case you come and visit this page, I'd appreciate if you leave your feedback, that way I would be able to see your page too.
Little people
Few little people
got togather
and made a club
More little people joined them
and eventually there were billions of them
All sorts of little people
of all colours and sizes.
Some liked to travel
so they formed their own group
Some liked doing stuff
and they formed their own group
Some liked to run kitchen
to feed all the billions
And they too formed their own group
There were many more little people
Who were doing their own stuff
and had their own clubs.
Initially for few years
There was no trouble
when the little people
could go wherever they wanted
and the little people
who liked doing stuff
could do whatever they wanted.
Few little people decided
that they should take charge
and tell all the other littled people
what they should do and where they could go
So sometimes all the little people were happy
when they got to do what they wanted to do
and some times they were not so happy
when those little people who were incharge
made all the other little people
do the stuff they didn't like.
They got along just fine for quite some time
Till the little people in charge
pushed rest of them on too hard
And then came one day
They were all very sad
and decided the that is that
they'd all go their own way.
* The above story is of a human mind and body, but please feel free to equate it to anything you see fit. It surely applies to many things.
got togather
and made a club
More little people joined them
and eventually there were billions of them
All sorts of little people
of all colours and sizes.
Some liked to travel
so they formed their own group
Some liked doing stuff
and they formed their own group
Some liked to run kitchen
to feed all the billions
And they too formed their own group
There were many more little people
Who were doing their own stuff
and had their own clubs.
Initially for few years
There was no trouble
when the little people
could go wherever they wanted
and the little people
who liked doing stuff
could do whatever they wanted.
Few little people decided
that they should take charge
and tell all the other littled people
what they should do and where they could go
So sometimes all the little people were happy
when they got to do what they wanted to do
and some times they were not so happy
when those little people who were incharge
made all the other little people
do the stuff they didn't like.
They got along just fine for quite some time
Till the little people in charge
pushed rest of them on too hard
And then came one day
They were all very sad
and decided the that is that
they'd all go their own way.
* The above story is of a human mind and body, but please feel free to equate it to anything you see fit. It surely applies to many things.
White, Greys and Black
White, greys and black
are they all
shades of white?
or are they
all shades of black?
I'd say
They're all shades of grey.
Are they?
are they all
shades of white?
or are they
all shades of black?
I'd say
They're all shades of grey.
Are they?
What is life?
Here's a secret,
an answer
to the big question;
every philosopher seeks
What is life?
The life is...
an interesting break
from boring,
infinite monotony-
of being dead.
Yes my dear friends
thats what it is.
an answer
to the big question;
every philosopher seeks
What is life?
The life is...
an interesting break
from boring,
infinite monotony-
of being dead.
Yes my dear friends
thats what it is.
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