tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-179140822011-11-19T14:40:21.593+05:30just some scribbling...Geethahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08770679420086280187noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17914082.post-69578546995128300052009-07-22T21:01:00.004+05:302009-07-22T21:14:32.436+05:30

Drip. Drip.Rolling clouds.Fearsome lightning.Roaring thunder.Splashing raindrops.Grieving clouds.Grey and gloomy.Raining out there.Sniff. Sniff.Inner unrest.Heaving heart.Despairing breath.Drooping eyes.Bitter lips.Grey and gloomy.Raining in here.

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in chaos I found peace,now in peace I find chaos.rushed every morninglike my life depended on it(and indeed it did)got crushed in the crowdused to say,it helped me keep fit!it was 'chaos'perfumes and fish,all rolled into oneone characteristic smellit was 'chaos'smiles and frownson the same face, at once.then, in that 'chaos'I found my peace.in my crowdI found solace.(but I guess I didn't know it

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there are a million people in the towna million guys fightingfor the crownpeople rise and people fallbut i'm the worst foolamong them all.there are fools with luckand fools that suckbut i am the real sitting-duckthere are fools with glamand all things shambut me, i am not worth a damnwhy am i the worst fool?always?there are people who get cheatedand also mistreatedbut how many like all that

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seeing in colours, only black and greyand a distant red, so far awayjust a speck, just a point, just a li'l dotan innocent face tucked safe in a walletin a corner where dirty hands don't stray.the wind whispers no answersthe leaves don't shake with gleethey just drop dead and they crumbleunder heavy feet, with no plea.somebodyheal my mindi see only in black and graythis autumn's so stuck in my

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will speak, or won't?will hear or won't?why should i worry?shouldn't carecan't carecos here is the silencehere, withinand that is the truthhere it ishere within.will meet or won't?will be or won't?why should it matter?shouldn't matterdoesn't mattercos here is the emptinesshere, withinand that is the truthhere it ishere within.will live?will die?no cares, no waresthe path lies aheadthe creepy

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I'm so happycos today i found my friendsthey're in m y headI'm so uglybut thats okay, cos so are youwe broke our mirrorssunday morningis everyday for all i care, and I'm not surelight my candles, in a daze cos i found God i like it, i m not gonna crack. [nirvana - lithium]

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Am floating aroundFar away from the groundNo baby of the earthOn the ninth cloudI see the spaceI see the oceansI see the starsI see a million sunsLike a satelliteI belong to the spaceI'm a satelliteAll day, all nightIn an endless chase.My vision goes farI see worlds at warI see darkness and lightWith my electronic eyesI see clouds beneathI hold the wavesAnd toss them backO baby, they're my

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you called me up,at one at nightyou couldn't tellbetween black and whiteI play your shrinkAm on the callAnd now am giving upOh! This wont work at all.No, I can't save you from drowningI barely swim myselfNo, I can't save you from drowningI barely swim myselfAm just hanging on.i assure you,all is gonna be fine.my own life,am just walking the lineyou assure me, all is gonna go wellbut we both

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Am leaving old comfortsAnd knowing facesKindly smiles and friendly spacesTo find new comfortsAnd know new facesSmile some more and win a few races.I'm leaving the times of homely ease and binding joywanna abandon the high seatof honest hopeto grow up now, no more a boy.I wanna find a pathto call my ownwanna pride on my successand on failures, moan.So the day that I breath my last,may I look upon

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Here is a poem that a friend wrote...I miss you. On the long, dark nights when my soul is silent. On the days I have no time to stop and think I miss you. I miss the fragrance of your hair; the bobblehead… I miss the way you say "Oh" when something becomes clear to you all of a sudden. I want you. I want the days spent sitting on the same chair in the canteen, The

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Here's a song that never fails to touch me...Soldier Of Fortune, by Deep Purple.I have often told you storiesAbout the wayI lived the life of a drifterWaiting for the dayWhen Id take your handAnd sing you songsThen maybe you would sayCome lay with me love meAnd I would surely stayBut I feel Im growing olderAnd the songs that I have sungEcho in the distanceLike the soundOf a windmill goin roundI

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this is a song of depairit is a song of regretit is a songof all the shame and painthat into my face now stare.this is a song of griefit is a song of repentanceit is a songof all the hurt i've causedthat makes me wanna turn a new leaf.this is a song the heartbrokenthis is a song of full of sighsit is a songof soundless cries and rageat myself, the result 's just a token

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It rained today…The skies, all grayThe mood is set,For us, today.Is it you or is it me?Or are these tears ours?These tears that drop down,Like wild flowers.It’s been so longSince we have metStill we belong.Neither your nor mineIt’s ours, this time,We belong, no need,To talk or mime…It rained today…And I saw you through the cloudsAnd every dropThat touched my soulI knew -It was you.Wild winds

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welcome to my funeralbeen waitin for longthey were gonna bury me, 'fore you camebut how do i gowithout even a goodbyewithout a cry, a hug, a sighwithout a sign of lovewithout a sign of painwithout a sign of grief at partingwithout at least a drop of your tear , wetting my cold, cold cheeks.and so, i waitedheld on, hung onbut time's running out, love,and lo! here comes Yamaon his black steed,oh!

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Am stuck, am stuck hereCan't move no moreNeither ahead nor backwardsThe centre of a tug-of-warThe eye of a stormThe darkness under the candle stand.And don't know how,Don't know from whereThe emptiness has crept back inside.I was not like thisNo I was notI have smiled, I have laughedI have had friendsHave been happy.Don't know howDon't know from whereThe emptiness has crept back inside.Nothing to

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I aint very ambitious,Am just a plain li'l girl, you seeAnd all I haveTo call my ownIs a sweet dream to be free.I don't want too much of moneyOr a Lamborghini(A small Maruti would do just fine!)And when I dieI wanna be a star.Up in the night skyI wanna shine.That's all that I want,Truly my Lord.Not much,Just a li'l bit of the sky.All I want is a li'l bit of the sky.Don't wanna be drop-dead

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I'm the grass that grows on a weary pathAnd shields the lonely traveller's feet;I bathe in the dew, and bask in the sunUntil my doom in death I meet.I 'm the cool little brook that flows on 'n' onAnd satisfies the thirsty deer;I live alone to support that lifeAnd I do it without any fear.I'm the white dove that adorns the skyBringing hope to one and allI'm the support people look forI'm the

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This is from The Lord of The Rings by J.R.R. Tolkein. Its simply beautiful.All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be the blade that was broken, The crownless

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What is it that I fear?The unknown or the untouched...Or parting from those that I've come to love much...What is it that this heart is aching for?Leaving a home, orFor a sight of dear friends, here no more...Heave a sigh, roll a tear,No sorrow ever, that time can't bearIn a corner,Lives a joyful thought -These years, the love, the joy we've shared,Its never ever gonna be lost,Yes, the magic is

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You've been talking to meFor the past one hourBut not one sentence makes any sense.Fits and twitches,Wild, wild gesturesSeems the light is passing through a distorted lens.Come out clean, my friend,Someone tell me -Why aint he coherent?I hear you grumbleHear you rant and raveAnd it scares me, to see this fearful dance.High and low, the wayYour voice just flowsI simply hate your stance.Let's be

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He was the sad man of the town.And they all spoke of him.Some saidHe was really down,Some that, he was dim.He had a nice face,With dazed eyesThat spokeOf different tastes.Of hidden vice.She was just another girl.She walked to him and asked,'Hey i ve heard about you...That u r the saddest ofThe men around.The darkest creepThat walks this ground.With a face so naive,And eyes so lost,How come so

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Its been a long time since I ve posted on my blog... The prelims ve left me drained, n I still havent started working for my university papers...Anyways, this is from the only thing that keeps me going - Pearls Before Swine, the comic strip by Stephen Spastis. (Look into the Mumbai Mirror, its one of the very few good things bout this paper). This is the uncut version of a nursery rhyme (

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This is a pic forwarded to me by my cousin. I am feeling like those laughing birdies now. Happy, with a capital 'H'. I guess there is a time for everyone.I learnt there is always abigger plan.Learnt there is room for all and moreIn the heart of the father of man.***I see there arecures for breaches.That he may find a way,one who,beseeches.That fresh grassmay growgreenOn land, onceSinged by hands,

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This was written for some prof who had me really bugged and frustrated.The last strawSuit my needsThrow in sandBreak the vaseWith my bare handsStamp it, trample it, and laugh at its fateThen strut around, in a pompous gait.And why should the one who made it cry?‘Cos I bought it with my hard-earned pie.Time has changedNew fancies bloomSweep the bitsWith the hideous broomLaugh at, criticise and

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This was written looooong ago in one of my melancholic moods. Don't ask me what I mean, please, those are forgotten. But I thought I might as post it and get over it, completely.she remains the good friendon and on, until the end,till i find another one,with new additional features, at least ten.oh, how intimate then we were,all the thoughts, feelings n memories sharedtogether we were the best of

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been through those days when you are simply upset and you don't have any single reason to point your finger at? Well...Right now that is the only picture that gives me hope.Home Sweet Home. (Those who know this place will not be surprised.)(Thanks to Punnu for this pic.)

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Made by a friend, dunno what really to say, but feel kinda honoured ;)

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I still do feel this way, if only, I was surer of what I feel...(God forgive me).............................................................One dayThings were going rightAll my goals were just in sight,In my heart, arose a tuneAs serene as the beautiful moonThough I forgot most of its lines,One remained all fresh and fine –‘My castles still stand, though built of sand,Because at work, is His

Geethahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08770679420086280187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17914082.post-1135880512360079592005-12-29T23:33:00.000+05:302006-01-15T22:51:12.546+05:30

This is the first pic of Kurt Cobain that I saw...scared the hell out of me, I mean, he does look scary. Jimi was pretty amused when I said that. And this was the pic that sent me 'googling' for Kurt Cobain and Nirvana. For the first few days, I was hooked onto Smells like... only. Then Come As You Are, Lithium and many more songs were discovered. Why am I talking about Nirvana right now?

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Not that I don’t long for you,Don’t think, don’t miss, don’t pain,But I live the life of a busy man withNo time to spend in vain.How each day of mine passes!I slog from morning till late nightThen I decide I shall write to youBut end up just sleeping tight.You know the woes of a busy man,Now, don’t you, my dear –Every minute is of great valueBut don’t you have any fear‘Cause every time I see the

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Weird ways you’ve got, Strange eyes speak of Stranger wars being fought.The lessons you were taught If you see a hopeless life, You would rather let it rot.You crept awayYou thought nobody saw,But I was there, alright,And I couldn’t believe my own two eyesWhen I saw you feeding the crocodiles.Strange eyes.Strange wars.Hopeless lives.Let them rot.What is it that you see

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How many masks can I wear?Just how many more?I need a thousand-and-one masks each day of my life,I need thousand-and-one pretences to walk along,A million lies, to tell myself,It’s worth it to go on.Within these fabrics,What is it that I think?Within this ‘somebody’Who am I?I am the pretenderLost to myself,Lost in the numerous identitiesIn the sands of the unknown.And one day when I am out of

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I just made a friend read that poem, and he couldn't place what the poem is about. If you can't either, do let me know...

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There is this war that my dad began,And I swore to him,That it will go onGo on and on, until I am goneAnd then, my son will take the reinsAnd ensure, that it never ends,The war my dada began…What do I fight for?Not for petty reasons, I insist.Peace and security?That ‘s what I meant by reasons petty.It’s my pride that I protectAnd of course, fears, many.Hence, it must go on,The war my dada

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There is this question I ve been asking myself repeatedly, 'Why don't I go and study?' Well, I am still searching for an answer, in the meanwhile, I remembered somethingI wrote once upon a time. If only, I could feel that inspiration now...Know it today,Going to travel far,Over all the peaks and over the stars.Want to spread out the new wings I've grown,And reach as highAs the far-away moon....

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Hi. What can be more boring than to sit at home a day before the exam and try HARD to cram as much stuff as you can, and that too, just after a disaster named "Statistical Mechanics" paper happened.Well, what happened's this - I entered the exam-hall with the hope (actually, prayers) that last night's worth of cramming must be of some good (Please God!). And there enters our supervisor of the day

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