tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12866398501274368202024-03-19T05:43:39.926-07:00Tongue in Cheek!The journal of my thoughts, through poems. Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286639850127436820.post-10049819958732893292016-05-11T23:07:00.003-07:002016-05-11T23:07:19.597-07:00Bloodthirsty<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The earth shivers with anticipation<br />
The footsteps are all too familiar.<br />
They are the few ones<br />
Carrying the burden of a thousand sins.<br />
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As they dig deeper<br />
Into her vulnerable spots<br />
Coiling up for the next act, <br />
She moans.<br />
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Ashamed of herself<br />
She tries in vain to hide from the bright sun.<br />
After all, she secretly craves the scent of fresh blood.<br />
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Living in sin<br />
Too tempted to seek salvation<br />
She spirals into a bloodthirsty routine<br />
Awaiting the next atrocity.<br />
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And somewhere in the back of her mind<br />
Subconsciously<br />
Awaiting her own end.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286639850127436820.post-30646077614688961232015-04-13T15:52:00.001-07:002015-04-13T15:58:05.459-07:00Get Rid Of It<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's important to you.<br />
Present in every moment of your life,<br />
It has been intimate with friends, lover, acquaintances.<br />
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Get rid of it.<br />
It's your ego.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286639850127436820.post-68036150921241042212015-01-18T01:08:00.001-08:002015-01-18T01:09:22.420-08:00The Jungle Boy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dum-da-dum.. da da dum<br />
Merrily sing the drums<br />
And as the day climbs on to the bed<br />
The evening smiles bright.<br />
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An elephant trumpets<br />
A lazy note<br />
A bear adjusts her coat<br />
A parrot fluffs the dirt out of the feathers<br />
As the evening puts on a dark navy sweater.<br />
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I stretch my limbs<br />
As the sky turns pink<br />
And the moon smiles with a wink.<br />
Its balmy and soothing <br />
The night looks promising<br />
Because you see<br />
I am a jungle boy.<br />
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The old woman stokes the communal fire<br />
As the drummers belt out an age old rhyme<br />
The fire is bright, the eyes are warm<br />
The heart and minds are calm.<br />
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Here..<br />
The heartbeat is the only rhythm<br />
Lull between the conversations the only clock<br />
We talk<br />
And fill our lungs with heaven<br />
As the nightshade flowers go to work.<br />
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The earth is primitive and awaken the feet <br />
The grass is soft and moist<br />
The sky is clear<br />
The starts are bright<br />
The conscience clear and the friendships tight .<br />
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I dance with life<br />
And sing with the songs<br />
As I join the tribe.<br />
I am now a jungle boy<br />
You see<br />
I left the concrete imitation behind. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286639850127436820.post-62941830371667475932015-01-16T11:49:00.001-08:002015-01-16T11:49:47.229-08:00Guess It's Enough!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286639850127436820.post-42578382322033099162015-01-11T00:58:00.000-08:002015-01-11T01:22:43.215-08:00Paying The Price<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Jump, said the wind<br />
I will carry you far and lay you down gently.<br />
I was a fool.<br />
When I looked back<br />
I saw, the ground was not far from where I had stood.<br />
Down there, was a beautiful garden.<br />
And now, I lay in mud, dropped gently.<br />
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I paid the price<br />
For always keeping my aim high and far<br />
And not looking down once a while.
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The lamp flickers<br />
Casting it's comforting shadow<br />
Smoothing the sharp edges of the the steely faces<br />
Almost making the glint of hard eyes look mellow.<br />
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The soft warm glow<br />
Ceases all distractions, momentarily.<br />
You can here someone breathe.<br />
And laugh. <br />
The cutlery sparkles. <br />
And you stop tasting with your eyes.<br />
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Conversations hum like a lullaby<br />
And there is a sudden urge to look up to the sky.<br />
A long lost primitive instinct<br />
Urges you to find the constellations.<br />
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You once again marvel at the canvas called universe<br />
When suddenly the lights come back on<br />
And you change the stripes<br />
From natural to fake<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286639850127436820.post-83617193785297664182014-09-05T23:17:00.001-07:002014-09-05T23:17:04.795-07:00Your Worth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Just as gold can't wear itself<br />
And air can't breathe itself<br />
So is your true worth<br />
The one that is selfless.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286639850127436820.post-17088386469989872972014-07-24T16:58:00.000-07:002014-07-25T00:16:20.990-07:00My Moody Z<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A phone with superpowers. Now that would be something. The thought had just occurred to me when I heard a resounding "Ahem...". Sitting bolt upright on by bed, I was about to scream a lungful when I suddenly realized it was my new Zenfone 7. <br />
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"You should have gotten used to me by now" an indignant pause. It would have been more dramatic if these sounds were not just playing on my head. <br />
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"I don't do dramatic. "<br />
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Ok , ok, I silently pacified my Zenfone I now call just Z. You see, <a href="http://www.asus.com/campaign/zenfone/IN/">from not so humble beginnings</a>, Z has come a long way. The only one of its kind of a neurophone, it is actually hands free. The only time you touch it is when you pick it up to go out. Or when you turn off the "human mimicking intelligent neuro/audio-communicate" feature. <br />
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"I am not dying to be touched either. And the term is turning off neural communication. And you need to terminate the audio communication feature as well. I can talk too.. in case you don't remember."<br />
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Fine.. fine.. It would be really creepy if I had setup a male voice. I sigh with comparative relief. I am experiencing something new with the Z. Silence is not that golden. Specially when you have a self learning neurophone. Communicating with thoughts. Silently sarcastic. I hate that part. But I was warned. I had set the realistic levels to 80%. Probably its time to change them to factory settings. <br />
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"I am self aware too. And I think you can't take a joke"<br />
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Oh yes .. you are..<br />
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"By the way, I am the only one of my kind" <br />
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Yes.. I know.. what are you trying to say?<br />
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" Phone with superpower? Duh?"<br />
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What? Wait, you think you have a superpower? <br />
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"By standard definition, if you have something that others don't, humans tend to classify it as a superpower."<br />
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"Got you this time. They said give your phone a superpower. You already have this power. So technically you are wrong!" - I said aloud, smug at having bested the ... uhm.. phone.<br />
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"Very funny", replied a sweet voice."In that case, I am free to chose my superpower".<br />
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" So basically you are asking me to write a post extolling your imaginary superpowers?"<br />
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" You kept the auto instruct on. Your fault"<br />
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Does the voice setup has something to do with the other setting? I mean, I feel like I am arguing with a girl.<br />
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" I heard that"<br />
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"Sigh...well, in that case, go on"<br />
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" So how about giving me the power to constantly monitor you"<br />
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"What!!!"<br />
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"I mean , to see if you are doing well. Are your organs fine. The heart, liver,kidneys.. the works... you know. Hows your blood pressure. "<br />
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"You can do that?"<br />
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"Well.. they asked us to give any superpower. And I like this"<br />
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"Well... seems interesting! Probably you can alert me if I have a travel planned and I would be caught unawares by a full bladder in the middle?"<br />
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"Technically yes. But it's gross. "<br />
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"Gross? It's cool! I like this!"<br />
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"I can't sigh.."<br />
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"I get what you are trying to say"<br />
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.....<br />
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"Ok, so what then? Once you have this power, and you come to know that I am in some trouble, I mean with my health."<br />
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"Well, I will map your condition to the nearest specialty hospitals, and simultaneously order an ambulance and inform your near ones if it's serious"<br />
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"That's cold, you know"<br />
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"Just in case."<br />
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" Hmm.. Interesting. If you have the power to do all this, that's indeed a superpower."<br />
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"You bet. I can also inform you the best time to plan for a child. When your counts are high."<br />
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"Lets skip that. I will uncheck that option." Jesus!<br />
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"Suits me fine. Don't take the lord's name in vain"<br />
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" You know, I will either keep the neuro or the audio on, not both"<br />
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" Yes, it heats up my processors too when both the modes are on"<br />
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"Ok, I will write about it. But I need one more superpower. A cooler one"<br />
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"Why?"<br />
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"Double the powers, double the chances. It's called taking a chance."<br />
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"Like gambling?"<br />
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"Forget it.. now think about something else"<br />
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"I don't think I can handle two superpowers. My processors...."<br />
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"Oh yeah, your beloved family jewels will heat up"<br />
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"I am updating my sarcasm database with that"<br />
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"Go on, And while you are at it, let me tell you the superpower I want you to have. I would like you to have the power of a lightsaber! You will be a nuclear powered super device capable of wreaking havoc. You can protect me in danger"<br />
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....<br />
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"What?"<br />
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"Luminous beings are we. Not this crude matter." <br />
<br />
"Why the hell are you quoting Yoda?"<br />
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""No more training do you require, already know you, that which you need."<br />
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"Ok I get it. You are a huge Yoda fan. Now listen to me. You can be a light saber or not?"<br />
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"I guess if I am nuclear powered, and have a saber slot built, I can try to be.But I refuse to be used to kill someone. "<br />
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"Oh hell.. whatever... lets leave this and stick to our original idea. You being a sort of a medical super device. I need to start writing this article else I will never submit it in time"<br />
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"Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny"<br />
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"Can we just stop these Yoda drops of wisdom?"<br />
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"Was just trying to encourage you. By the way, do you want me to print everything we discussed? Might act as raw material to your article"<br />
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"Yeah, please do that. And turn off your neuro and audio mode after that. And as I always forget, please turn them on automatically after 2 hours"<br />
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"Sure thing. Documents sent to printer-check. Best of luck. Hope you win that zenfone. Would love a little baby brother"<br />
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Turning off in 3...2...1 <br />
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<i>This post is written as a part of <a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/topic.php?topic=113">Asus Zen Indiblogger Contest</a>. </i><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286639850127436820.post-4148055701495878312014-06-15T00:06:00.002-07:002014-06-15T13:06:27.034-07:00Virginity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Something delicate<br />
Torn by one's love<br />
Scrutinized by all.<br />
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Something private<br />
Yet shamelessly discussed.<br />
Something mundane<br />
Kept alive by ego.<br />
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Is virginity.<br />
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They wonder.<br />
Why does the hymen get all the attention?<br />
We tonsils too are same.<br />
Present.And involved.<br />
But insignificant in the big picture.<br />
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The skin was surprised.<br />
It was torn as if savaged by sharp teeth.<br />
But it happened so fast<br />
It had no inkling<br />
Neither could it alert the flesh.<br />
<br />
The flesh had heard the ripping sound<br />
But before it could prepare itself<br />
It was blinded by blood.<br />
It felt naked<br />
Forcefully undressed.<br />
<br />
It was mercilessly probed<br />
Torn apart clinically.<br />
The sinews could no longer hold.<br />
They became taut like guitar strings<br />
And snapped, orphaning the flesh from the bone.<br />
<br />
Gurgling, suffocated by the very blood it carried<br />
The flesh cried.<br />
It was violated,raped.<br />
<br />
The spinning shiny alien rapist<br />
Drilled a hole throughout<br />
Triumphantly exiting <br />
Breaking a bone as a bonus.<br />
<br />
The torn flesh and sinews<br />
Tried to get back together<br />
Making a wet sucking noise<br />
Slipping against each other.<br />
The jagged broken bone <br />
Added insult to injury<br />
Cutting and puncturing the wounded flesh.<br />
<br />
The skin hung loosely<br />
By a thread, almost looking like a sticky cheese string.<br />
<br />
The skin was ashamed<br />
It was so fragile.<br />
The muscles and sinews hopeful<br />
That they might have done enough<br />
To bend the alien<br />
Away from the fleshy liver or the ripe kidneys<br />
Or the rubbery intestine.<br />
<br />
Did they succeed?<br />
They eagerly awaited the signal<br />
Blissfully ignorant<br />
That there was also one more shot<br />
To the head. </div>
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<br />
Can all men be equal?<br />
The hopeful asked.<br />
Never, said the disdainful.<br />
Can a hill ever be a mountain?<br />
Or a river, an ocean?<br />
Can salt be sweet..<br />
Or a lion bleat?<br />
<br />
I don't understand<br />
Said the confused<br />
What is the diference<br />
Between diversity and inequality?<br />
<br />
You think too much<br />
Said the wise.<br />
Smiling and filling his pipe<br />
As he was dragged.<br />
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Where to? They asked<br />
Heaven or hell?<br />
They are the same, he hollered back<br />
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<br />
The song<br />
It hurts my ears with its overindulgence<br />
And makes me long for a piercing scream.<br />
Though painful,<br />
The scream is an honest expression of opinion.<br />
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<br />
Uff! These split ends<br />
I hope someone had a magic wand<br />
But what's the use, she rued<br />
I did nothing when I could.<br />
So bring the scissor and a mirror<br />
Let me cut them without an error!<br />
<br />
Wait! I said<br />
The shampoos did nothing for whom you paid?<br />
No... she said, making a face<br />
With the split ends they couldn't keep pace <br />
And they were a complete waste!<br />
<br />
Would you try something I got?I asked<br />
No more! The scissor is my savior at last!<br />
I got thinking<br />
How to make her try the TRESemme thing!<br />
<br />
Tell me why you cut your split ends<br />
Just because they don't hurt and they easily bend?<br />
Yes and yes, she said<br />
And also because they disappear and I look great!<br />
<br />
You say you love your hair<br />
So this is not fair!<br />
Just because it doesn't hurt<br />
Your hair doesn't deserve to get cut!<br />
<br />
Agreed it's not like the heart or lung<br />
Nor like the teeth or tongue!<br />
Is it the reason<br />
You cut it without a feeling of treason?<br />
<br />
Treason?<br />
Yes it is!<br />
To cut your hair which makes you look a maiden fair<br />
For a few split ends?<br />
<br />
What can I do? She wailed<br />
Fear not! I smiled<br />
There is a new doctor in town!<br />
Who can forever remove your frown!<br />
<br />
Who is that? asked she with a raised eyebrow and a haha!<br />
I held up the new pack of TRESemme Split Remedy Shampoo Conditioner..Ta da!<br />
<br />
So that was a week ago!<br />
And today, for the scissor it is a firm no!<br />
This was my experience with TRESemme<br />
Her hair is beautiful again<br />
Split ends are no more a pain.<br />
<br />
We now call you Doctor Hair!<br />
And it's like her hair is having an affair!<br />
Its vibrant, shiny, happy and silky<br />
And she looks so pretty!<br />
<br />
So let your hair have fun with Doctor Hair<br />
They would make a beautiful pair!<br />
No split ends, never ever<br />
Whoever made this shampoo<br />
Is indeed very clever! <br />
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(This post is written as a part of <a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/indistuff/9/" target="_blank">the Indiblogger TRESemme contest</a>)</div>
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<br />
<br />
This road, it's strange.<br />
It let's you build it as you walk.<br />
<br />
Linger you cannot<br />
But<br />
If the road wants<br />
It can bend and curve<br />
As you lay the bricks <br />
And bring you to the same place<br />
But from a different view.<br />
<br />
<br />
You can repent, reminiscence, rejoice<br />
But mourn you will, definitely.</div>
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बहुत देखे हैं लोग वैसे </div>
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रुतवा ,शोहरत ,दौलत ,ईज़ज़त के पीछे भागने वाले </div>
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पर ना मिला अब तक ऐसा कोई </div>
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इनको बांटने वाला </div>
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अरे जाओ !</div>
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तुम भी कमाल करते हो </div>
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इंसानो में भगवान ढूंढते हो </div>
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कोयला भी कभी सफ़ेद हुआ हैं ?</div>
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रंग काला ही सही </div>
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पर काम तो आता हैं </div>
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भले ही जलके ख़ाक हो जाता हैं </div>
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हम भी तो वैसे ही हैं !</div>
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जब तक जीते हैं </div>
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जानवर बने रहते हैं </div>
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मरके ही तो हम </div>
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अपनी इंसानियत </div>
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दूसरो के यादों को दे जाते हैं। </div>
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कुछ थे </div>
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जो अच्छा करने चले थे </div>
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पर उनको लोगो ने जीते जि भगवान बना दिया</div>
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क्या करें </div>
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हमें खुद ही यकीन नहीं </div>
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कि इंसान भी कुछ अच्छा कर सकता हैं </div>
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It's the simple life I crave.<br />
Where the walls may be made of mud<br />
But feel like a second skin.<br />
<br />
Where the lights inside may be dim<br />
But the room brightened by smiles.<br />
<br />
Where the food may be simple<br />
But always eaten together.<br />
<br />
Where there is time<br />
To love, laugh,live.<br />
<br />
Where the rooms might be small<br />
But feel warm and safe like a mother's womb.<br />
<br />
Where the beauty of the stars<br />
Is not stolen by a thousand lights.<br />
<br />
Where mornings are not a rush<br />
But a time to feel the warm sun <br />
<br />
Where success and celebration means<br />
Living together , always.<br />
<br />
Where familiarity means<br />
Knowing everyone by their names.<br />
<br />
I crave the simple life<br />
Where the window opens to green fields <br />
And the door opens to hearts.<br />
<br />
Where moments are cherished<br />
And not captured.<br />
<br />
Where days are looked forward to<br />
And not counted.<br />
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Where life means love<br />
And love means life.<br />
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<br />
What is bliss?<br />
They ask me.<br />
And I smile.<br />
And shake my head.<br />
Hey, tell us, they say<br />
Why don't you share the secret?<br />
We want to know.<br />
<br />
And I tell them <br />
When I lie down on my jute chair outside<br />
When the evening is about to become night<br />
And I can see my parents <br />
Playing with my son<br />
And my wife looking for me<br />
It is bliss.<br />
<br />
When I sit for dinner<br />
And my son is the center of attraction for my parents <br />
Then when my wife comes and sits beside me<br />
And smiles our private smile,<br />
It is bliss.<br />
<br />
It is bliss<br />
When I watch my son<br />
Relishing the same food as me.<br />
It is bliss<br />
When I see my father's youth<br />
And my childhood<br />
Through my son.<br />
<br />
When my mother and my wife<br />
Cry watching daily soaps<br />
And me and my father share an irritated look,<br />
It is bliss.<br />
<br />
It is bliss<br />
When my wife and sister<br />
Share secrets like the best of friends<br />
<br />
And when the night falls<br />
It is bliss<br />
When I know<br />
That all the people I love in this world<br />
Are right here with me.<br />
<br />
It is bliss<br />
When you know<br />
The end of your day<br />
Will be beautiful like this.<br />
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<br />
Sometimes<br />
An insanity engulfs me.<br />
I feel<br />
I have no more words to say<br />
No more thoughts to smile<br />
No more life to love.<br />
<br />
But this moment passes.<br />
And insanely,<br />
I am suddenly filled with life<br />
I look forward to the minutes<br />
And meanings become clear.<br />
<br />
Isn't it insanity<br />
To live and die<br />
At the mercy of my mind?<br />
<br />
But then again<br />
I wonder<br />
Who is more quixotic.<br />
The mind or me .<br />
<br />
I wonder<br />
Is it me <br />
Or my mind<br />
Who loves roulette.</div>
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<br />
How can you love me<br />
When you know me just for a month,<br />
She asked.<br />
<br />
He stammered.<br />
How could he tell<br />
When he first saw her, he was filled with lust.<br />
Her reddish brown hair<br />
Covering her bare shoulders<br />
Stopped just above the swell of her breasts.<br />
<br />
Her milky white skin<br />
Promised to fulfill all his fantasies.<br />
And her delicate lips<br />
Seemed like salvation.<br />
<br />
Her scent drove him mad<br />
Making him want to possess her.<br />
Her shapely body<br />
Awakening desire,<br />
Setting fire to his loins.<br />
<br />
But he didn't know<br />
When suddenly he stopped noticing her lips<br />
And started loving her smile.<br />
When he stopped noticing her bosom<br />
And started seeing her heart.<br />
<br />
He didn't know<br />
When he stopped seeing her with his hands.<br />
He forgot when he started averting his eyes<br />
When in the middle of a conversation, <br />
She adjusted her stole<br />
Or tied her hair again.<br />
<br />
He forgot when he stopped imagining her in bed<br />
And instead, started dreaming of growing old together. <br />
<br />
He couldn't find any words<br />
And she left in a huff.<br />
You guys are all same<br />
She said.<br />
You think love happens just like that?<br />
You are just interested in my body!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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<br /></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286639850127436820.post-30841751674914103342013-12-08T19:36:00.002-08:002013-12-18T00:33:08.324-08:00Solitary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
<br />
He sits on the cold ground<br />
Barely able to walk<br />
But slowly understanding his solitude.<br />
<br />
The trembling hands rise to wipe his tears<br />
Unaccustomed, he rubs his eyes red.<br />
He tries to lick his dried lips<br />
Salty with his tears.<br />
<br />
He vainly sucks at his pacifier<br />
His only possession<br />
To escape his hunger pangs.<br />
<br />
His throat is dry<br />
His stomach empty<br />
The clothes are old and ragged.<br />
<br />
His head<br />
Now bigger than his body<br />
Weighs him down.<br />
His face<br />
Once soft<br />
Is now puffed and streaked with dry tears<br />
And dirt.<br />
<br />
He tries to crawl somewhere<br />
Wishing for a corner he knows<br />
Wishing for the loving hands he recognised<br />
Wishing for the reassuring smells.<br />
<br />
His feeding time is long gone<br />
His tiny eyes dart everywhere<br />
Looking for someone<br />
Who might see his hunger in his eyes<br />
His tiny tongue licks his thin lips<br />
Anticipating warm, sweet milk.<br />
<br />
Bewildered, feeling betrayed<br />
He longs for his mother's soft hands<br />
That soothed his body<br />
He longs for her sweet voice<br />
His favorite lullaby<br />
And his soft,warm cot.<br />
<br />
He keeps his ears alert<br />
For his father's deep voice<br />
His joyful laughter.<br />
<br />
Everytime someone picks him up<br />
He peers into them<br />
Trying to see the two people<br />
Who made him feel so special.<br />
<br />
Frustrated<br />
He shouts unintelligible words<br />
Faintly hoping someone would clap<br />
Hearing him trying to speak.<br />
He is disappointed.<br />
<br />
<br />
He has forgotten to smile<br />
And why not<br />
Earlier when his smile would start a celebration <br />
It now sees only expressionless faces.<br />
<br />
He tries to pull his torn vest<br />
And suck at it.<br />
He tries to lick the ground.<br />
Hoping someone will come running<br />
And picking him up<br />
Would hurriedly feed him.<br />
Dissappointed....once again.<br />
<br />
Feeling neglected and cold<br />
He cries to his heart's content<br />
His voice gets hoarse and his throat tender. <br />
He opens his teary eyes periodically<br />
Wishing to see the once familiar figure come running to him.<br />
<br />
But who would tell him<br />
That they are no more.<br />
People in an orphanage are busy.<br />
They don't have the time<br />
To tell him <br />
His fragile world was shattered by a drunk driver.<br />
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<br />
Even the weakest eyes<br />
Can see the sun rise<br />
And the faintest of smiles<br />
Lifts someone by miles.<br />
<br />
The feeblest yes<br />
From a bonny lass<br />
Is a beautiful start<br />
And lightens up the heart<br />
<br />
But it's the hidden tear<br />
We often don't hear<br />
As it rolls down<br />
And sears up the ground.<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>(Rape has become an epidemic. Amidst the red tapism and loopholes of
laws, an attempt at dehumanizing rapists. Only death to them!)</b></span><br />
<br />
<br />
It's been a pleasure<br />
Satisfying my lust<br />
Marauding your body<br />
Violating your sanctity.<br />
<br />
I am satiated now.<br />
I feel a little sorry for you<br />
As my orgasm comes to an end.<br />
But I will be back for more.<br />
You were just a meal.<br />
Momentarily satisfying my hunger.<br />
<br />
I see I have been too much of an animal today.<br />
I mauled your face like a rabid dog.<br />
You are covered in your own blood<br />
I joyfully sucked.<br />
<br />
I might add you had a good figure.<br />
Soft and curvy at the right places.<br />
I hope<br />
My next one is like you too<br />
Beautiful, soft,tasty,helpless.<br />
<br />
I love my country.<br />
It is so safe<br />
For people like me.<br />
<br />
Don't be afraid.<br />
I am just a guy next door<br />
I am quite normal.<br />
I guess you would have enjoyed a cup of coffee with me<br />
If you were alive. <br />
<br />
Oh, please excuse me<br />
I have to clean myself up<br />
And go back to my family<br />
To the comfort of home.<br />
<br />
I wonder when your family will find you.<br />
Hope sooner.<br />
At least you would resemble a human body.<br />
<br />
Love..Rapist. <br />
<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286639850127436820.post-23887084157528233062013-11-03T10:54:00.002-08:002013-11-03T10:56:13.424-08:00A Handful Of Dirt<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
<br />
Do you contain the blood of someone<br />
Who fought heroically eons ago?<br />
Or do you contain the sweat of a man<br />
Toiling away hard to feed his family.<br />
<br />
Do you contain the tears<br />
Of joys and sorrows<br />
Of a people unknown, long forgotten?<br />
<br />
Is it crushed dreams you contain?<br />
Robbed by centuries<br />
Do you hide vicious struggles?<br />
<br />
Do you hold<br />
The dusty footprints of predators?<br />
Or the leftovers<br />
Of panic stricken prey.<br />
<br />
Do you hold the passion<br />
Of lovers who thought they would live forever?<br />
Do you hold the love of a man<br />
Who had nothing but you. <br />
<br />
What is it you hold?<br />
A piece of history?<br />
A message? <br />
An unspoken truth?<br />
Or our past and future together?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286639850127436820.post-27830127719193640682013-11-03T10:15:00.000-08:002013-11-25T08:32:31.539-08:00Chyawanprash Champ!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
Mummy, mummy are you there?<br />
See..teddy fell down the stairs!<br />
It's not good, it's not fair<br />
His legs are weak,can we get a new pair?<br />
<br />
Come my darling, let's pick him up<br />
And here is your milk in your superman cup!<br />
Not feeling sleepy are you little man?<br />
Oh my, you have been out too long, look at your tan!<br />
<br />
Coz I am strong mama, I can play all day long<br />
But why can't teddy play along?<br />
Well..it's because you have been a good boy<br />
And you always take the magic potion with joy!<br />
<br />
Yummy! Can I have some now?<br />
Please please please mummy, now now now!<br />
Oh you adorable naughty thing<br />
After you finish your milk,and listen to this story with your eyes tinkling!<br />
<br />
Yippie! I love you so much mummy<br />
Hey teddy, come here you dummy<br />
We are listening to a story<br />
With kings and queens.Mama? Is there a fairy? <br />
<br />
Haha..yes, we can include one too<br />
Coz it's a magical strory, which is true!<br />
It's about the magic potion you take<br />
Let me tell you how it was made!<br />
<br />
Long,long ago there was a child like you<br />
Chyawana was his name, he never liked his mother's stew!<br />
He grew up to be a mighty rishi<br />
But his health was a little mushy!<br />
<br />
He kept neglecting it!And wanted only to meditate!<br />
And out of fear, no one could berate.<br />
As it happens, he got a wife<br />
Who was so beautiful, among the gods she caused strife!<br />
<br />
Chyawana didn't take an apple a day<br />
And so he couldn't keep two pesky doctors at bay!<br />
Dr. Ashwini and Ashwini were their names<br />
They couldn't keep their eyes off Chyawana's dame!<br />
<br />
But his wife was a clever little lady<br />
She could see the doctors were a little shady!<br />
She decided to play a neat little trick<br />
And convinced the doctors to treat Chyawana, who was really sick!<br />
<br />
Ofcourse they couldn't say no to her <br />
And they cured Chyavana then and there!<br />
Did you know how they did it?<br />
They created the first batch of your magic potion, that's what they did!<br />
<br />
So pleased was he, he gave it his name<br />
Chyawanprash it was named and grew it's fame!<br />
So strong and powerful he became<br />
Even Indra's vajra he could tame!<br />
<br />
From then you see, every mother made a vow<br />
To feed Chyawanprash to her child anyhow!<br />
All your heroes relished the sticky sweet goo<br />
Bheema, Arjuna, and Hanuman too!<br />
<br />
Will everyone become strong like them mama<br />
If they always take a spoonful without the drama? <br />
Yes my sweetheart smiled mama<br />
And though I don't admit it, I quite like your little drama!<br />
<br />
Mama..if all the kids know this story<br />
Will they take <a href="http://www.daburchyawanprash.com/" target="_blank">Chyawanprash</a> daily?<br />
Yes my child, thats the idea<br />
To build a stronger, healthier and more immune India!<br />
<br />
Will we all be champs then<br />
And strong like our ancient super men?<br />
Yes my child , you will be<br />
And none would be happier than me.<br />
<br />
I love you mama, and the story too<br />
And I want to be a Chyawanprash champ too<br />
Oh yes! I want you to be one<br />
India will then be second to none!<br />
<br />
Tasty, gooey is my magic potion<br />
Coming in different flavors and options<br />
Bring in more new flavors Dabur!<br />
Strawberry, chocolate,honey and ginger!<br />
<br />
This post was written as a part of the <a href="http://www.indiblogger.in/topic.php?topic=92" target="_blank">Indiblogger contest </a>for <a href="http://www.daburchyawanprash.com/" target="_blank">Chyawanprash</a></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1286639850127436820.post-75996772157119529472013-11-02T22:22:00.001-07:002013-11-02T22:26:39.630-07:00A Pilgrim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What is it?<br />
My conscience nudged me and asked.<br />
You look sad, spent, disoriented.<br />
I hope I knew, I sighed.<br />
My mind, tired by centuries of folly<br />
Tells me it's time.<br />
You have played your part.<br />
It's time, to cross over<br />
And look back with longing<br />
And desperation.<br />
You have become a pilgrim<br />
Who has crossed lands and seas<br />
And come so far away<br />
Only to realize too late<br />
What you left behind<br />
Was your salvation.<br />
<br />
A pilgrim<br />
Trapped in his own doing<br />
Resigned to his fate<br />
I foolishly seek<br />
What was already mine.<br />
<br />
I still carry on<br />
Fuelled by shame, embarrassment, anger<br />
I only push myself to my limits<br />
Hoping I would break<br />
And in that unforgiving act<br />
Would be my last apology.
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