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Who are you?

Staring at the gibberish

Are you looking for me?

Or are you probing yourself

No my cherished stranger

You are just searching “I” in the “we”

So which one is the most appropriate question?

Is it here?

Are you here?

Are we here?

No I am not looking for objective truth

Just a subjective Opinion

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Who is the Hero of Mahabharata?

Based on our ideology, There are so many to choose .

from perplexed and articulated Arjuna ,to inquisitive and feminist Kunti .

From wicked Krishna to malicious Karna.

But why do we need Heroes ? why it cant be a chronicle of Life .

Why Nihilism has become the foundation of modernity?

Has it subjugated everything?

From Capitalism to human ingenuity.

After all Life is not about nihilistic Individualism conquering our collective consciousness.

Has this Abrahamic Idea of "one" mesmerized our sense of universal consciousness?

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Mind has Questions
The Problem with Question is that it leads us to a direction.

1. What, who and which? - Identity
2. When? - time
3. Where? - place
4. How? - Causal chain
5. Why? - Belief, purpose

Directions or purpose pleases our mind,
Mind which is playing a game of inventing justification for our actions.
Are we not becoming slaves of our own mind,Which is trying to proves its rationality by inventing the justifications of our existence and actions?
Actions which are not in my control.
And existence?
Iam still not able to decide if I am the result of existence or this existence is result of me.

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What passes through faster?

vainness or the end of oblivion?

I am flanked between these two .

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Romance called Man as Phenomenon

And Pleasure as the consequence of Love,

Reason smiled and proclaimed Man as serendipity

And Love as consequence of Procreation,

And poor Man

In his quest to be man, frowned

Resposibility is the consequence of Love

He said .

Life smirked through its cruality

“Oh my beloved perplexed cause

Its – All of the above

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• Civilization – Question by an effect- if it is a cause of an individual or effect of a group.

• Culture - bewilderment about who is in control, an individual will or collective consciousness.

• Capitalism –Struggle between an Individual will and collective consciousness to exploit each other. (and both end up getting fucked )

• Democracy –scheme where collective consciousness proves its ridiculousness .

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Humans don’t have liberty, they don’t have opportunity either. They have fake pickings wrapped around some collective attitude.

Free human action is one in which a human is permitted to act as he or she wishes without the judgment of culture.

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As I stopped thinking ,I started thinking about why I stopped thinking.

why is this I dissimilar from the one who is thinking?

Why is that thinking one refuse to concede I ?

What is I ?

who is the real I ?

The one who is thinking or the one who is thinking about the other thinker?

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Every ideology moves towards its extreme,slowly but surely and at that extreme its survival or progress is decided. Imperialism produced Hitler, Monotheism produced Papal dictatorship and inhuman Caliphate .

Liberal philosophy produced political weakness of Civilization and ultimately its thousand years of slavery .

some Humans are blind and they cant learn from history .

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I endure self.

My love is in my desires, not in your being

My deity resides in bliss and yours in misery

My perception the certainty and yours chauvinism

Why culture is linked with ego?

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No capitalist system has not failed but it has Shifted .

it is demolishing the brackets of nationalism .

every capable individual will get his share irrespective of his national or racial identity .

This foundation of capitalist shift was laid when currency was linked with human motivation .

Till now capitalism was for few nations which can stop the skills , motivation , resources and reward to move beyond its own boundaries .

Capital needs Profits to survive and Profit needs three factors to grow

• Man power
• Innovation of New Systems & Technologies
• Political Power

ManPower

capital will not stay where desires of human resource makes it so expensive that it starts effecting the growth of capital itself (Profit).

Western societies are demanding more and more from the capital to satisfy their desires and in turn contributing less towards it , because with desires comes the fake sense of individualism . this Individualism wants to relish the desires and this takes the time and resources from its own ability to work and contribute to capital.

Innovation

Innovation was and is a tool which middle class used to climb up the hierarchy of capitalism .

It was about developing a new system which makes the same old job to be done faster and better.

Innovation is no more limited to USA and Europe .

The emergence of middle class in other Societies has lead to new “others” contributing and asking for their rewards from the system .

Political Power

Political Power comes with better Manpower and Innovating abilities of the society .

Manufacturing has moved to china because Chinese are ready to compromise on their desires and work for their basic needs first , and this gives enough space for capital to grow. the same reason makes back office support systems to shift to India .

so this futile attempt to make profit without balancing it with equal amount of human activity in western Societies will collapse. how will the individual in western societies pay for its desires when the capital has excluded him from the chain of human motivation ?

And the thought that Few Individuals or few Organizations will earn enough to feed the rest of Western Societies is a failed thought .

Desires will make Individual expensive for Capital and Capitalism will Jump from developed Societies (with developed sense of individulism and addiction to desires) to new ones .

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Love is inappropriate for humanity without envy.Jealousy is the culmination of civilization

Its jealousy which gives soul to love.It gives the self and responsibility to love ,without which it loses its ego.Vanity has no relevance without Lust.because it is the Lust which transforms vanity into art,into exhibition,Into craving for recognition.

Evil evolved as a justification for existence,not divinity

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I wanted to see him but realized “I" is within "HIM"

To “want to see" is "I"'s limitation

And afar "Realization' is limitation of "Him"

We both are within each others  limitation

Discontented like "desire" 

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What we are moving towards, exist in our desires.

 We have a representation of it in our sense of  prudence .Like a Pantheist with its egalitarian world view let me remind the occasion.We will make you what we  are , because you are  a measurement of me .

 So surge on with me  to a  new moment,run with me on a chariot of efforts.

we are like shores of a boisterous tributary,We shall originate together once never to convene

A happy 2009

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Discern the grey stranger, O flaming spirit
From the nostalgia of ache that scripts the mirage of existence
Haughtiness of knowledge, scared of solitude of wisdom
Do I exist in infidelity of perception?
Oh this Spirit of game that ambiguity acts
Expressions without harmony, their colors without purpose Floating in the dusk without moon.

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Rationality is not a mens virtue because truth is still a quest .Like a Labyrinths of his own Intellect he roams around his own ludicrousness .He find brief solace in his self made desires because he wants to please his selfish , narrow delusions , delusions wrapped with emotions .

but I wonder if morality is a consequence of his emotion or quest of rationality ?

it must be the consequence of morality I am sure , because morality has become so cruel , so irrational that humanity loses its connotation in front of this obsession through the creation of its own opium .

Is this because, morality is group and rationality is individual ? then I wonder , may be, group Creation must be the reason , yes group creation , creativity with the help of acceptance of others must be the reason , quest to overcome himself .. Conquer the sublimity of individualism , defeat the perfection of divinity .

Morality of Faith , religions, Political ideologies , Social commitments , socially rewarding aspiration made from borrowed dreams social hierarchies to satisfy inflated fake Self .
And I overlooked the consequences , 100 years of crusades , brutality of Papal kingdom , butchery of Political ideologies .

how and why the acceptence of others so important ? when did this morality has become a grade , a control of his own nature, his own dreams ?

Will man grow up someday , beyond his own inadequacy .

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Why a ship needs a captain and a map?
why cant it wander towards unfamiliar in the ocean without shore , Without anchors?

Those conceited ships with maps and imprudent captains’ stares at my orphanage and I marvel at their slavery?

I was born with lust for freedom but they gave me books with maps of shores
and rewards for believing those sharp words , those
maps of illusion .
Sea is calling me .. with its eternity ..with its pristine ,erotic waves ..
Let Moon be my guide , let Sea be my destiny ,let destiny be my will
let will be my divinity ..
I will make gods from my will

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http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/12/opinion/12brooks.html?_r=1&oref=slogin

http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/thereporters/jamesreynolds/2008/08/not_quite_what_we_thought.html

Interesting articles - an American Point of view by David Brooks and another piece by english reporter. May be the American is trying to be different. (A typical American individualism )
how long will people try cliché ?
has he forgotten the stink of brutality from this so called harmonious collectiveness in China .
and sorry asian dont accpet this so called Asian harmonious collectiveness .
It is branded with the coffin of Chinese civilization .
This is slavery.

This dichotomy between individualistic behavior and collectivist behavior is very fundamental to how the world thinks - it is not a simple East-West cultural question. .

But some people like Brooke write to express contrariness , however ugly and false it is .
or is it bewilderment of a mesmerized victim of Chinese marketing ?
Or may be he has been fooled by his own social upbringing where just success and money is criteria of "being good"?

Chinese have failed to develop society but they have mastered the Science and Art of dictatorship .
Thanks to their brutal communism which is not developed by Chinese them self, but imported and then refined with their brutality , after all it serves the purpose of justifying moral dictatorship by showing the fear of intellectualism and individualism to intellectually dumb masses .
Society is a harmonious existence of individuals and society.

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Rugged feet without hostility
Shrieking query, infuriating slumber trances
I trail unknown shadows of ancient dungeon
Gods without divinity
Beast with slavery of mind
Mind lusting for matter
Matter selling delusions
delusions is that I live

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and she Continued humming
like the eternity of dream
like the stale hope of her existence

may be she is tracing herself
in every morning sip
of crispy delight

that's existence ...
"I" searching for "you"
in every mundane leaf that I Pick
and finding "We"

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Losing the wisdom of loss
Gaining the morbid content ness
Where am I?
Lost like an objectivity
In the mass of subjectivity

Let me have my struggle
Of mighty existence
Give me some ache
And petite sorrow
I won’t lament

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The police carried out a raid and closed a factory. The children, who were working there, were all set free. Some said: “We are orphans. To eat we need a livelihood.” The reply was swift and crude: “It is against the law”.
“Then we will have to beg”, they said, “or else we will have no food.” “That, too, is against the law,” the policeman in charge said rudely.
“If we cannot work and cannot beg, then we will die from hunger,’’ replied the crying children. “That you can do,” was the answer. “There is nothing illegal in dying”.
by Khushwant Singh




Communism survives on the tragedy of human life by exaggerating it . This exaggerated piece of tragedy is a good example of it .and once they achieve power they make sure that tragedy remains so that they shall have there significance .
communism have one answer for Poverty - Terror and intellectual bankruptcy.

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Search of Realism arise from our sense of bewilderment from the existence which again is the result of struggle of our intangible mind.
Our mind which s the source of argumemt and counterargument, will never let us decide on truth .

Theologians want a realism , where they shall rule under the guidance of divinity .scientist wants realism where they shall dominate .

hence so called realism becomes the victim of our own slavery of ideology .

How can we find reality without achieving the the freedom of our mind from these ideologies ?

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Amir Khans Logic of Seeing Olympic games as different from Chinese Totalitarian regime is his foolishness . events like Olympic games are tools and Tools in the hands of Regimes becomes extensions of that regimes and its ideology .

These games are used by Chinese communists to proves the success of their Ideology .

No nation is perfect , but the nation and its Policies are different from the behavior of its People .
Gujrat Riots or any incident of human riots violation-by certain section is different from the policies of Indian State . Nation or governments are judged by its reaction and policies on these incidents and not by the behavior of certain smaller section .

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Isn’t, not having any desire is also a desire?
Isn’t Desire makes us what we are, by associating individuality with emotions.
Isn’t Desire a reason for our duties and responsibilities and hence the basis of our civilization.


Who says that violence is the right of only evil?
This is how evil transcends
This is how evil defeats goodness by making struggle violent and making violence part of your guilt.

Stand up For the Karma
Pick up that pebble on the lost Path.
Make it your struggle. Make it your desire.

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Humanity has no matter . it is a mind governed by its consciousness .
But what about people with defunct consciousness’ or consciousness over taken by slavery of any ideology ?

Why do we need someone else to stimulate our emotions to Guide our Mind to trace our own consciousness ?

Whether its religion with the brand name of divinity or Communism with the authority of foolish morality , we have always been lured in darkness.

Human history is full of these debauchery of arrogant , cruel ideologies .
whether its medieval egotistical monotheistic religions or modern slavery of Communism is USSR and China.

Is this a part of evolution of universal consciousness where struggle between ideologies to out smart each other and own the brand of goodness ?
and we Humans ? what about us ? how long will we suffer ?
How long will we be the pawns in this evolution ?

Individuals represent certain ideologies in there life span , same ancient ideologies which have taken birth and died million times , yet there is no final conquest .

Are we result of our own suffering or is this suffering result of our own "self"
Self always tries to transcend beyond its own definition , hinting towards a universal self , which unfortunately is a place of eternal struggle between these narrow definition , in quest of something beyond definition , beyond grammatical language .

Some day “I” will reach there .

I am slave of  silly optimism

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The problem is with the Chinese psyche .. they worship Power and Money and thats why communist have been able to lure their souls with materliasm and charm of iron fist . even their cultural revolution is the reflection of their willingness to accept the matter and not mind ..
They reflected the glimpse of vanity of individual souls in Confucius and Tiananmen square but all in vain .. its the long term ideology accepted by social and cultural psyche which shapes the generation and their priorities .

Their willingness to be accpeted and respected by the western world ( Power and Money ) has made them vulnerable to exploitation and Communism has done that beautifully ..
Where else can you see Communism behaving like a 19th Century Capitalist and offering its Poor People as cheap Labour to the factories for the consumption of western world without any basic right, without any social scrutiny .
Sometime Fox also change colors .

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There is and will be a contradictory difference between religion and Spiritualism

Religion Starts with "I believe ".
Spiritualism starts with "I have a question" (I don't believe ).

Religion is accepting.
spiritualism is rejecting and starting of a search which is beyond the limits of accpetence.

Religion is masking Truth with Perception .
Spiritualism is unwrapping of perception from eternal Truth.

Religion will always need a clergy to force and implement the belief.
Spiritualism is a Solitary Journey , Guru is Just a guide.

Spiritualism leads to Wisdom .
Religion Leads to Politics .

Religion Signifies Law of Entropy
Spiritualism defies Law of Entropy

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Idealism is cowardice
Faith is inhuman
Struggle Fight, conquer.
Buddha is transitory
like an inert purpose on the boulevard
rinse the soil with blood of divinity

Before time consumes you

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Religion is also an ideology .. so Blaming "other" is an escapist route to run away from the responsibility and truth .

A religion or ideology has to be based on Larger Philosophy because the Philosophy will wrap Myth around the underlying basic tenants of philosophy and present it as religion. and if these basic tenants are wrong the religion will fuel hatred .
you have to understand that every religion or every idea shall be judged with Human ethics which is lacking in Islamic world . criticism is not allowed. criticism acts as an balancing tool to weed out wrong things and evolve new .

The basic idea of These Monotheistic religions is that they define "good " within the narrow bracket of religion so you are right just by following Islam or Christianity and everyone else is wrong and will be punished by sending them to hell . So Baba Amte and Mahatma Gandhi will go to hell and will be punished just because they are not Muslim or Christian . This ethical fallacy of these Monotheistic ideology will give birth to arrogant radicals .

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Capital needs labour to Survive.
Government uses Labour to smother character.
Intellect needs labour for autopsy .
Bourgeois needs labour for selfish experiment.
Pitiable, wretched , Labour .
When will enlightenment flourish and become liberated from clutches of arrogant intellect and uncaring spiritualism.

May be never .. Life itself becomes the reason for its own pathetic cowardice.

in the world where Faith is contrary to self introspection , labour itself wants to become either capital or government or intellect or maybe bourgeois .. who cares for self...

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the only one and within!
.. Asked his chariot ..
what do you want?..
Man enslaved by the sloth within
choose indolence ..
Man , that chariot ..Scared of loosing his mirage
Desired blindness of siesta
Only one and within
.. Smiled
and gave him few Prophets ..
A Jesus. A Mohammad .. a silly arrogant Buddha
And million qualms carved from stones

and Man suffered in brutality of his own
Ignorance ..

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Vivekananda's essay East and the West


The Vedas were the first to find and proclaim the way to Moksha, and from that one source, the Vedas, was taken whatever any great Teacher, say, Buddha or Christ, afterwards taught. Now, they were Sannyasins, and therefore they "had no enemy and were friendly and compassionate towards all". That was well and good for them. But why this attempt to compel the whole world to follow the same path to Moksha? "Can beauty be manufactured by rubbing and scrubbing? Can anybody's love be won by threats or force?" What does Buddha or Christ prescribe for the man who neither wants Moksha nor is fit to receive it? — Nothing! Either you must have Moksha or you are doomed to destruction — these are the only two ways held forth by them, and there is no middle course. You are tied hand and foot in the matter of trying for anything other than Moksha. There is no way shown how you may enjoy the world a little for a time; not only all openings to that are hermetically sealed to you, but, in addition, there are obstructions put at every step. It is only the Vedic religion which considers ways and means and lays down rules for the fourfold attainment of man, comprising Dharma, Artha, Kama, and Moksha. Buddha ruined us, and so did Christ ruin Greece and Rome! Then, in due course of time, fortunately, the Europeans became Protestants, shook off the teachings of Christ as represented by Papal authority, and heaved a sigh of relief. In India, Kumârila again brought into currency the Karma-Mârga, the way of Karma only, and Shankara and Râmânuja firmly re-established the Eternal Vedic religion, harmonising and balancing in due proportions Dharma, Artha, Kama, and Moksha. Thus the nation was brought to the way of regaining its lost life; but India has three hundred million souls to wake, and hence the delay. To revive three hundred millions — can it be done in a day?

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Physics tells us that the observer determines the observations. The observer determines the observations because the observer is hallucinating, fiction. So what Physics is trying to tell us that life is our mirage.

Question -
So why should the mind, and its life, change its ways from sleep-dreams to when it hallucinates that it wakes up every morning, to study the likes of physics?

As Advaita Says that thoughts had universe-vanishing gaps between them. These universe-vanishing gaps made it universally impossible for thoughts to be connected to each other.Thoughts were not only disconnected but they were totally unpredictable. As Science would call this unpredictability their Uncertainty Principle.

Question -
Is mind just a collection of thoughts just like a book is a collection of words. And thus sleep-dreams and life are made up of the same thoughts, the mind

Question -
Is life and its physics, and universe, does not need a Big Bang to start? or end? the story of life , because it can start and end just as EFFORTLESSLY and quickly and totally as can any sleep-dream start and end

This chimera, or invented story, fantasy, we call the mind/life which advaita called Maya. And this Maya makes everything that appears certain, “real,” into karma

Question -

So there is no doer, that can agree or disagree. And this simple fact – that there is no doer, that there is no other -- makes the best joke, called mind, really-really amusing.

Question -
“there is no other” called God ?Is god just the creation of our Mind ,just another character for our fantasy of life?

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I wrote this Last year and posting it again . looks like Time repeats it self .

Like Every thing else in this Universe , Time is also a victim of our rainbow perception. There are two ways of seeing the mighty Time

1) Time is part of the fundamental structure of the universe, a dimension in which events occur in sequence .

2) Time is part of the fundamental structure of Human intellect within which we sequence events, sequence the duration of events and the intervals between them, and compare the motions of objects.

We can measure time and classify it within our selfish emotions of happiness, ecstasy , sad, melancholy , and many others or time measures us within its cycle of Tretayug, satyug and Kalyug as described in Hindu philosophy and make us as just a helpless victim of time .

So whether this so called New year is real and exist and is a measures of our existence or just an illusion created by human intellect , we cant deny its existence.

So let’s wish ourselves, rest all of you and the also the authoritative time

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Feathers fall
Yet the bird shall soar
high, beyond the dreams
riding on the soul
of that fair feather

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December arrived by the creaky door .
I couldn’t sense the nippy steps of winter.
Mumbai is unadorned with the complexity of human emotions,
Every thing is taken for granted here ,
Even Tragedy is for barter .
This dream is dry , like a canvas painted with grey .
Like a devotion without his idol
This metropolis is too simple , too candid ,
too level-headed , too cruel .
She exist like a whore, without lies, without heartbreaks,
No fallen leaves to be trampled
No breeze with nippy memories

No leftover petals in unfinished pages of dreams

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Let there be "NOTHING"
but can there be "NOTHING" without "EVERYTHING"?
or may be without "NOTHING" itself ?
or is there "NOTHING" already there
Somewhere
because of "EVERYTHING"

To Adiguru

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I lost few apologies somewhere
To a name
Like a blameworthy virtue
Unacquainted
Those fallen pearls of moments
Scattered in my shrine heart
Beggar without bowl
Monk without repentance
Existence without delusion
Remind me
Before they turn into illusion

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Edward Copeland has posted the results of his poll, along with some great pictures and lots of comments, I dont know if I can agree with this list or not as I have seen only few of these and are part of my collection .perceptions differ .

http://eddieonfilm.blogspot.com/2005/12/foreign-art.html

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razor blade of ambiguity,
beautiful nightmare perfectly rendered with illusions,
ancient, reckless dictatorship of time,
opium of optimism,
sappy and manipulative coincidences,
False Fantasy of procreation called love,
Exquisite' sham of self pity,
and mastery of bourgeois deity.

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This sleepy narrow dungeon
Gloomy, unspoken, Insane
I have lost the path to my heart
My fingers chatter these eternal ramparts
Struggling livid bricks guards

From a generous split
Creeping roots , mocking solitude
From the orifice of dilapidated moments
There is a glimpse of same sun
It walks with morning
It strolls with Afternoon and
sleeps with evenings

Who wants freedom..??
Me or my desire?
Who wants desire ?
Me or my freedom ?

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Few Precious things are Fragile.. They cant stand the test of Human faith.
But if they cant resist the uncertanities of this existence and keep the faith intact ..then they  cant be Worth .

I was sick of being Judged and Pointed at my imperfections every Day .
So one fine day I tried to judge the judge .
and IT was hollow .

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Revelation is betraying my heart,
With its millions boulevards to sunset
Somewhere afar the perspective
Sun is melting the ache with his bright smirk .

Remember,
These millions roads to horizon,
They don’t return
And that inane sun
Like a fidgety pitiless destiny
Will fall soon too.

So think, think once more
Before you cuddle hope.

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I strolled down that sentence
Stumbling on the pause
Slipping in the commas
Bewildered with the unsaid Meaning
Those caged words , struggling for the choice

May be I am enchained with my narrow perception
Or is it yours icy selfishness

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So much divinity.

Which bit is mine?

Has my own god has lost faith?

Or have I lost my revelation to my selfishness.

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In the city of small shadows
I walk within my self
Slave of my rigid perception
My dreams are like an orphan beggar
My Existence is lost without definition
They sold me few expensive lies
For all the life I have
So my moments are indifferent
To everything except this sham

But old angels
With wrinkled knowledge
Whispered to my sad heart
butterfly will lure me
Away, to the bliss orchard.
So I am waiting for the yellow spring

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Her words has patterns, purpose and colors. Somewhere they were searching herself in that conversation and I could see that bewildered quest in her restless eyes .there are flickers of inquisitive selfishness, but hey beware you are not allowed to invoked your curiosity .

Whether the topic has any relevance to you or not ,is not her problem. After all this is a woman’s world, but my dear make sure you make her feel important and interesting . Look into her eyes and swim in her soul , let her feel every stroke of your admiration.even if her words are betraying the context and the purpose of conversation.

Never be honest, they love honest lies . truth is a virtue which will steal her selfishness so remember mendacity is an attire to enhance her vanity . You can never find a great woman Philosopher in the pages of human evolution.

Listen to her complains. Yes she has abundance of those. They are the most torturous experience but hey man listen , she doesn’t want you to solve them because in reality , there is no problem .

How much we have to spend for this sexual evolution??

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In this Play,
Every character proclaims to be the protagonist
Every Part proclaims applause
Every Tear proclaim triumph
Lechers of slavery
Sway on the strings of scarlet Master
That Eternal Torturous Life
Who, with its strings of Emotions,
With its drama of lust,
Giggles

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   Pink stranger, come close
  More closer, let me radiate my heart
  As it is an organ with inferno
  Let me have a glimpse of your soul.
  Oh no you are just another slave
  Lost, drifting near my spirit
  You are not the Spartacus
  Was it my optimism which cheated me?
  Yet again
  Go, go away and toil in the fields of destiny
   And reap the shackles
  So I collapsed in my dreamy dungeon.
  Spartacus with never come?

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Afar the enchantment
Where moon molests the naive stars
Vanity conceives evil and giggle
Monsters are born with innocence
Death dies with birth
Birth dishonored with death
Freedom lusts for wounds of chain
And every sun is a mortal hero

Raven dwells in traits
Dreams have seduced conscience
Manuscript have lured indulgence
Angel steals the white drape of truth
And Swastika preach insanity

Black wine drips through the curves
And nectar remains with immortals
Destiny steals the ashes of phoenix
Lustful fetuses roam the time
Devour me O naked Father
Devour me

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Time is liaison between the different changes.

I don’t like anger , it leaves me ugly and guilty and it also gives me excruciating Headache.

It’s the invariable struggle of this existence to Paint this wall with Pristine white but like an stubborn malevolence chameleon it has been altering colors, from culpable grey to immoral black , from lusty red to rapturous yellow , from sly Pink to idealistic purple , but not that elusive Pristine white.

I want it unadorned, without any designs , without any piece of art because with art comes lecherous yearning for recognition and attention .

In its vast realm of egotism it has infinite lusty spiders with million legs, making cobwebs of desires in those inaccessible corners where they have entrapped and devoured my innocence.

This wall has been beguiling me to enchain my will to tame my aspiration , with its sarcastic laugh it has been ridiculing me, in all my effort to seek harmony .

They say Bodhisattva painted it White, Pristine tranquil white.

Its is 4.00 AM in the Morning, so I slept.

Time doesn’t change anything .

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On the dilapidated dream sits the melancholy pessimism
With its eternal resort to conquer truth
Insatiable soul waiting for a defeated dawn
And its tragic myth of life.

O voyeur silence of night, dont cry so loud
Wishpering Moon has seduced the loneliness of existence
memories howling like the western breeze
Some lost moments passing by

So the mighty grey ponders over the juvenile Crimson
Why was he when he wasn't?
How can I be, when I couldn't?
so its Just the eternal Night and its slave Dawn .

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Keshi have asked a very interesting question and I thought about it .
So here is my answer.

If you were the opposite sex just for one day, what would you do in that 24hrs?

• I can be proud of being a bitch.
• I will always have someone to blame.
• I can see few colors, which as a male I never thought existed. Mauve, lilac, Lavender.
• I can cry .
• And not feel embarrassed about it.
• I can be dumb and interesting at the same time.
• I can enjoy sex without doing anything.
• I can sit and Pee.
• I can emotionally blackmail men to listen my never ending blabbering.
• I will understand what “shopping and chocolate “ can do to our existence .
• I can complain without feeling guilty.
• I can understand what these K serials are all about.
• I can defeat and enslave men without fighting.
  

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It was a Sunday evening stroll when I saw him on the pavement of four bungalows, near my house. He was sitting in front of Manish nagar market
Poor, Old and fragile, with just and loin cloth to cover his wrinkled existence.
But he was a human, a man possessed by love. Love for another man. He was hugging him, kissing him, smooching him.

Yes I know homosexuality is normal. Yes I Know that in modern society its is accepted. But I am still so fucking confused.

Is the carnal bribe of this being so overwhelming that we cant escape the immorality??
Or morality is just a weapon to tame the power of humanity? Is morality just an anomaly of human insecurity, made to defeat individual and let the mob triumph??

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From smoke to haze
From haze to silhouette
From Incongruous to consistent
From delusion to reverie
From lies to faith
From opinion to existence
From existence to emotion
From emotion to passion
From Passion to tears
From tears to frozen nostalgia
Thats how she finished her journey
On these primeval boulevards .

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Pujo , thats how they use to Pronounce it .
That vigor , that ecstasy in kolkata’s breeze .
Those sugary smiles on Bengali faces .
Those new attires on reincarnated souls.
Seductive baudi’s in their Dhakai sarees
Large , alluring vermillion dots of vanity .
Juvenile grins on adult Hearts .
Ancient fragrance in modern breeze.
Medieval devotion with communist inspiration

Wish I can go back to Kolkata.

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Like the disobedient spring, tucked on scarlet Petal.
Perched between tangible illusion and fake certainty.

Like the obstinate summer, floating on a restless heart
Bewildered between an ecstatic snuffle and a gloomy grin

Like the impassive winter, drowned in a dew drop
Flourishing between disastrous truth and amusing lies

Like the traitorous monsoon, heavy with sincere remorse
Combating childish desire and the lazy surrender

That’s my dream .

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Moments wept the tears of betrayal
Emotions descended in the valley of gloom
Dreams swept away by the twister of destiny
Sky was petite and pale like a lost faith

But then fatality struck
And consumed the timid tragedy
Yes nothing is eternal
Now the heaven is azure again
Dazzling like her mesmerizing smile

So I am smiling again ..although its a little shy smile .
and yes you idiot ,I am going to try alcohol tonight .
:))))))

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It feels shit
Hanging on mortal Optimism
Patience humiliating almighty will
The transparent ache
Like thousand venomous serpents
Wrapped around this existence
And masculine aloofness betraying
The human soul.

How Long????

No I will not Burn out
I will hang on ( No Fullstops )

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It’s never farewell
You will stay forever where no one dwells
Beyond the juvenile pragmatism
Where Time have lost its Purpose
Where moments are imprinted on cold memories
Like fatality embossed on this existence
Where a grey cloud has lost it path
Where two dimples and a smile
Hum eternal melodies with heartbeat


It’s never goodbye

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My Home
Beyond the cold sorrow
Near eternal Dance of Ganges
In the warm quilt of winters
And calm white bed sheets of summers
In the love laced anger of my Father
In the grey curls of my sweet Mother
where sun rays are milder
and Nights are brighter
where deity reside in wrinkled smiles
Home sweet Home

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Ok this book is awesome.
It is really interesting to know why certain traits are considered attractive and how evolution shaped our idea of beauty.

And the most interesting part of this book is the Idea that Its Our Evolutionary Psychology which shapes the basic difference between men and women.

Women tend to choose financial success and stability over looks in a mate
Men tend to choose beauty over all else.
Men generally want to be practical, shrewd, assertive, dominating, competitive, critical, and self-controlled.
Women usually want to be loving, affectionate, impulsive, sympathetic, and
Generous.
One in three men said they had fantasized about having sex with more than a thousand women in their lives.
Women overwhelmingly fantasize about having sex with a familiar partner.
People unconsciously score each other during their social interactions, rating relationship values for the future.

Exercise – Please rate all the men and women that you have come across for your future relationship.
Kindly mention following points
Your idea of a perfect partner
What are you searching in relationship?
1. Emotional Need
2. Financial need
3. How much social acceptance plays a role in your Decision
4. Your Social status (Middle class. Upper Middle Class. Upper Class)
Who is the most familiar person that you fantasize about.

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Why the Fuck you ask questions??
When you already have all the answers.

I am not a fucking Pawn to authenticate your existence .

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Essence of myriad Dreams
In His quest of Vanity
Went to a valley of Passion
There was no splendor
But Just an Eve
With her carnal serpent
And wrath of irrational divinity

So he lived his curse

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“IT” shaped “HE “
And to tame Him
To limit Him to “I”
“IT” fashioned “HER”

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Dreams have undulating graceful pattern
Like musical node of my existence
Blurred and indistinct illusions
Beyond my insecurity of future
and burden of Past.
Liberty from the slavery of butcher epoch

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She is a Pretty Kid, like a crispy sandwich with Just 19 mysterious springs which have caressed her innocence. We share the same stairway at the same time, wishing each other with different smiles.
Her smile is little timid and crimson, mine little dry and heavy, laden with a fake courtesy.
Well, I was told that those smiles at the stairway were coincidences only from my side .
Hmmmmmm.

O these drops of illusions
Falling from the haze of black desire
There is a temptation from Phoenix
Come, indulge in vanity

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He walked like a sinner
Limping
Wound of his gangrene guilt

His narrow eyes avoiding the
Bitter truth
His lost gaze, searching neverland

His jaw clenched with
Impatience .
He lived with penguins and polar bears
In icy cold world

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It’s a soggy world
Damp Like her guilty Eyes
Betrayed by her own maverick heart
Memories seeping in like evil droplets
Corroding my will

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May be my own intellect is playing games with me, may be I cant understand because I dont wana understand , may be I am slave of my own expectation and god is my expectation .I made god as unattainable and I love him that way.

If he is in everything then is he in ignorence too??

May be he is not anything or in everything .
May be he is beyond everything.
Even beyond my pain and my prayers.

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I am a leaf of the gypsy spring
Unattainable, restless at the mercy of egotistic ambition
Sometime silent summer visits me
Like an ignorant slippery youth
I live on foolish hope of her silent grave
Where I will perish with the fragrance of her memories

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On the sea of Innocence Lust is like a perfect storm
Don’t take that boat whose providence is condemned
Your desires will slay the saint
Stop, to cherish the divinity which we created,
And all moment of innocence between us,
Don’t follow the devil
One that will never be again

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This book questions the ways in which we understand what it means to be human, both scientifically and culturally. Using Knowledge of evolutionary biology and neuroscience, he portrays a very deeply pessimistic view of human beings. This book views humans as beasts or zombies.

The author act as a judge and demolishes all the good things which we have built to prove our existence. This book reminds me of you and your Opinion about me .

We as an internal being who would like nothing more than to manage the conflict of interactions with people and our own emotions ,are entangled in this web called life . This interaction of our life is always the victim of struggle between my moral ethical being and my beastly instincts . I can not be spared of the cruel sight of the moral dissecting table

But you as an outsider , as a judge ,as a spectator, surveying my behavior , dissecting my life shall remember Mary Magdalene and Jesus .

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O White willow tree of Jerusalem
Don’t Proclaim Halleluiah
Holy Ghost is imprisoned in your Past
And Prophet has left your streets

O White willow tree of Jerusalem
Don’t moan for redemption
You are the serf of your naïve blindness
The son has been crucified on your cynicism

O White willow tree of Jerusalem
If truth knew the street of eyes
You would have been the yellow spring

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Now that the Prophet have crossed the dark valley
He realized that Love is ethereal as Hope
Like ashen Clouds, Lost in eternity of blue
Found in insincere Perception

Now that the Prophet has the glimpse of sea
He realized that Love is fragile like existence
Like a Gypsy wave fated to extinct on the grey shore
reborn for Perpetuity of Existence

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LOVE
Plato :Only the idea of something is perfect.
The reality is just a shadow of that perfection.

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Whats makes the woman authority in Pain?
Why woman always claims to be on the fairer side?
Why woman always claims to be victim?
In this self obsessed existence,marketing thyself is a feminish Skill

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On the silent sea of eon
Waves of night whispers to cold moon
Vanity visits my dreams
On the chariot of twinkling stars

Wanderer of your Love
Lost in stillness of Night
It’s the flame of your vanity
Which reveals the boulevard

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Yellow rain
Drops of memories splashing on my heart
Washing away Reminiscence of warmth
Damp loneliness embrace like serpent
Few disobedient drops
Sneaking in my citadel

My heart Gaze beyond the drenched streets
Beneath the shade of the lonely drenched nostalgia
Where you have taken shelter
With few fallen gloomy leaves

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Religions based on One Mans Proclamations of divinity always suffer from insecurity. They lack the maturity to undergo the critical scrutiny of apprehensive nature of Man.
They suffer from self obsessed gods
If Mr. Pope thinks Christianity have eternal right to buy the free spirit to convert them to sheep then let him know that his shepherd is false.
Wish His God bless Pope with little commonsense.

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The forlorn Voyager of slippery epoch
Wrinkled passions wrapped around his blue soul
Dilapidated dreams of his ravaged heart
Scattered in gloomy nights

Cruel destiny that engulfs all ambitions
Waiting for me to embark
For parting the eternal thoughts
So that they pester other reality

Let me pack my Dead Sea shells,
Frostiness of my spirit,
And gratitude for that pain
Which reside with my being

Let his graves not be bare
Let his arrogance not be forlorn
Let his debt be paid
Let he thrives in my sorrow

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Shit!In this Brahmanical society the so called upper castes always want the so called Low caste to remain in abject poverty.After all,who would do the human scavenging & other dirty work of brahmins,if the OBCs,SCs& STs make use of quota & become educated???
Dear Warning
Society is what you make of it .. You shall not justify any sin by our medieval ignorant past. every human shall have equal opportunity if not equality irrespective of his caste , creed and religion . I strongly feel that affirmative action or reservation is justified for SCs and STs but I would like to question this concept of OBCs . they have been intentionally been bought up because of their large numbers in Indian Democracy to get vote .
A pandey right!so you talk like all your dastardly brahmin whore slaves.
I can understand you better .
Look at the statistics(of course,brahmins have always manipulated History to suit their own needs)-OBCs,SCs,STs make up more than 50% of the total population.So,why shoudnt there be a fixed % of seats for the depressed class-they are more in number,they deserve it.Its the so called upper caste which is a minority.
People are the asset of society and the society develops and flourishes by internal competition among its individual . with our will to outsmart other individual and quest for rewards People have contributed to develop our modern society . look at the human history and you will realize that from Rome to Modern USA its the merit of few individual who have made us what we are . if the demography is a criteria to reward individual then you better look at Former USSR and China and May be yourself .
I will copy paste the exact stats from a reliable source-you can go & check it.
No need to show stats ,Ignorance always outnumber the enlightened
Keeping the so called low castes under subjugation-right???
No right of equal opportunity , and yes I firmly believe SCs and STs shall get reservation.
Who is a pimp?Arjun singh?Mandal Commission?
Anyone who sells soul of my mother land for his own selfish momentary personal benefit
WARNING-i can sue you and take you to court by booking you under the Atrocities to SC,ST,OBC prevention Act,1989 if you dont delete this cowardly post.It will be used as evidence against you.

Go ahead .

You are a coward with a mob mentality-you like to show your superiority by jumping onto an issue which is under controversy.
Read your comment and see who is coward with a Mob mentality . its you who is anonymous . I have given my email and name .

Do you have a standing of your own in society to call a minister a Pig?Who are you?a VIP?
Yes as an Individual who chooses these Minister I have all the right . and My dear if you have read George Orwell’s Animal Farm you will understand what is a PIG
You wont even have the courage to put up my comment on this blog!And if you want to have a talk with me personally,i am ready.I dont need to hide like you and remain Anonymous-Just give me a sign & i will come out to deal with wimps like you.
Dear anonymous lets talk here I am ready for it .

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Woman is accumulation of all the things that I want and all the things that I don’t want,

The optimistic view of Mother hood for a woman is known to all of us . well the pessimistic is quite interesting , it says that motherhood is a way to achieve a emotional slave for a woman , the child become purpose for her and the extension of her existence and in a way that child looses some of his own individuality . so you cant deny that we all men are in someway extension of our mother and the not the perfect man which we are capable of .
The beast in man can accomplish more then the child .

Hmm
Woman

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Pimp of my Motherland
Rein of his Idiocy
His soul less khaki dogs
Ravaging the melody of her soul
Decadence, cowardice
Molesting her generous vanity

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This man is stripped of his vanity,
Darkness of his eyes betraying the masculinity of his existence.
His Tense gaze and determination in his apprehension
His baldness mocking the world with sarcasm.
Youth of his face is like a slippery rebel revolting against the cruelty of time.

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I have been judged and labeled as the person who is fit to be hated without any reason.
People have stopped conversing with me without any fault of mine.
My views have been seen as the rambling of an arrogant man because I question.
People have advised my friends and loved once to get rid of me.

And none of them have ever met me.

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I am slave of my emotions , they molest me and my individuality . I am just a pawn in the chessboard of Life. I am a Poor prophecy of cruel destiny .

In these rare moments when I see glimpse of shining spark between the chink of that dilapidated pane of my intellect, I weep at my own slavery.

I am learning to be an obedient slave.

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Today its exactly 12 years when I have left the warmth of my house.
Wandering like a gypsy chasing that beautiful dream which seduces my very travel till now.
This snap was taken when I landed in Bangalore station for my collage ID card . Time has traveled, yet past visit sometime.

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Raiders of selfish passion
Vulnerable existence
Seduce and lay mighty to dust
Tomb of their emotional dictatorship
They steal your seeds
To cultivate slave of motherhoods
Shackles of their egocentric Love
They howl
And call it Love

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This is a reply for a bloggers view is her own words .

Prisoners of
Ignorant, selfish Passion,
Escapist of existence
And the beast within,
Women grow thorns
Of self obsessed Universe
Till numb black clouds
Rain red sadness
Huh silly utopia

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My Ego is not pseudo. this whole question of ego for a man is very complex .

Firstly I don’t believe there is any answer in this world , there can only be opinions so let me try various opinions as an options for your question of Male ego.

1) - ego is the psychological trace of our beastly evolution. after all we all men compete for genes and ego acts as a weapon of aggressiveness’ and act as our competitive edge in this whole game of Procreation (a honest but a sick Opinion) .

2)- ego is not what we think we are , but what this world around us makes us to think what we shall be . (So in a way you influence him to make him egoistic)

3) - there is very thin line between ego and self respect and with this world which is not fare and just and which is laced with too much of Adrenaline , we sometime cross the line.

4)-Women love adrenaline (which means ego) , now don’t be an feminist and deny that .

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Melting Hope
Heavy Existence
Betrayed Optimism
Shivering light
Flickering Rays
Weary deity
Merry tragedy
Thirsty death
Collapsing flame
Wilted wings
Stripped soul
End of a book .

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Shall I amuse my existence at the cost of misery of this humanity Or shall this humanity amuses itself at the expense of my existence.

I thought of Me, as something that remains constant in the midst of all the Bloody Turmoil , Everything that I thought of me , however, was of a fragile moment.

In our gloomy and lonely existence, out of cold words directed at us, assumptions of others about us grow up and they gaze upon us,morose and gray.

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The Last parting Kiss of Maa
Still vibrates in my soul! It chimes like a Tear in my heart
Her solemn tears will shake my giggles till eternity
Her trembling pain which shakes the stillness of night
Her deep tender eyes hoots its sorrow to midnight moon

Her departing lad chasing the slimy dreams
Away from her warm embrace
She finds me in all the door knocks
She finds me in all the love she cooks

Away from aspirations strong jaws which has strangled me
I will redeem all my dreams in her smiles
Someday I will.

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If I had faith in my destiny
My heart would not have fought million futile mutinies

If I ever had faith in you
I would have died with happiness

If I had faith in humanity
I would have not clung to fragile dreams

If I had faith in love
I would have lusted for you

If I had faith in myself
My dreams would have not clung to brittle faith

I know the cruel truth of Melancholy existence
Still I live the imprudent Hope

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She was the strangest one. No she was the one I identify with very well. She was like a mirror,Defiant, happy and mocking others with her aloof audacity. Always in a secluded corner of bowl away from foolish fragile warmth of others.
I gave her boring corpse to sincere crows to devour.
She vanished in the eternal appetite of being.

My Grave in your memories
Tombstone in my soul with melancholy engravings
I am in the breeze which seduces every black cloud
I am in the spring which blossoms in each heart
I am in autumn with hazel eyes
I am in winter with warm smiles

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Air in my Lungs
Love in my Heart
Malice in my Mind
Dreams in my eyes
Divinity in my Existence
Despair in my giggles
Nudity in my attire
Grin in my tears
Tears in my Smile
Darkness in my Sun
Shadows in my nights
Barrenness in my arms
Vanity in my sins
Sin in my faith
Guilt in my redemptions
Ignorance in my Pride
Pride in my ignorance
Fear in my Love
Fatality in my Life
Causality in my certainty
Experience in my youth
Betrayals in my experience
Fire in my heart

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So the nomad crossed one more sun on his indigo Boulevard.
Same friends and same enemies walked along with him through this sun.
Same primitive dreams floating in these shallow eyes.
Same absurd masculine insecurities clinging to his confused lonely soul.
Same hope of angel …..

Yes its absurd, to call it absurd is to deny it a meaning.
It was a meaning less day yet again.

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Blue Boulevard of my ambition
There is a yellow spring song
And a melodious Breeze
Few jovial Trees with Lusty Shade

Sleepy soft sand beneath my feet
Scattered sea shells winking at my reverie
And that Pink dream which says I love you
And I know she loves me.

It’s a wonderland in my street
Dusk laced with her vanity
Dawn painted with her seduction
Sun walks in her smile
Kiss floats with the moon

Millions sweet moments Like shining stars
Walking along with me
Few naughty heartbreaks like milestones
Left behind me


Autumns are blonde
and springs are long
Winters are warm
And rain sings naughty songs

It’s a Wonderful World
It’s a wonderful World

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Tale of One Ambition and Million Dreams
Two eyes and Million Tears
One Heart and million heartbreaks
One Destiny Million Existences
One hope Million defeats

One Pilgrimage to redemption, Million Slaveries
Few Passions Million tragedies
One Soul Million facets
One Life Million deaths

In these Eternal numerals somewhere I Exist
As a necessary evidence of truth
And as a contingent conclusion
Lost in Quest for my theorem .
Found with the boulevard of eternal Journey
Somewhere I exist.
Somewhere.

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Where Sea of my subsistence
And nomadic waves of my passions
Scuttle to Lusty beach
And smooches the voyeur Sand

Where naive Beast of my Lust
Prey on your cunning innocence
And falling leaves of blonde spring
Make love with my wet soul

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Our purpose is laced with our perception. In this selfish existence where we all want to be seen and refuse to see, truth becomes an elusion.

Nice to know that u exist in both the world. One realistic, cold selfish and mundane world and other warm paradiso of your fantasy world where He exists with you.
Wish I could request you let me steal few glimpse of your paradise and your Angel. But I am too judgmental for that. still I wish someday u shall get your Angel who shall wrap his existence around you and you both vanish in each other to resurrect beauty

Quest for Reason is the reason for suffering and essence of our journey. If there would have been no hope of existence of reason we would have not been living. Although I am an atheist and the quest for reasons is my escape from reality I also hate reason. Why is that reason, that one truth so elusive????.....

Happiness is a sign of selfishness. Happiness is quest of our will to create a version of universe where our wishes command the world. So let’s continue playing chess

Bullshit there is nothing called as eternal happiness. Being unhappy with present is Humanity .that’s what is our essence .that’s what makes the concept of utopia and that’s why we have dreams. And Buddha????? That’s idiot who run away from reality of our life and pain. Middle path?? Nonsense. Eternal happiness is in being unhappy with being optimistic

Hmm have you Heard of Phoenix? Who resurrects herself from Ashes of Death...? Pain is the essential nectar don’t run away from it. I have been through that street of pain many times and every time i came out a better human.dont try to be Buddhist and be a coward


Death is not a destiny it’s a part of journey. I am Hindu Brahmin :)

Ignorant soul searching Lone Lane in a erroneous world. I have been to that street many times there a'nt any everlasting Love lane. And then I realized I was blindfolded with selfish love.Open your blindfold let the eternal sunshine seep in your heart and you will find that street. It’s within you .let that street open wash it with knowledge and someone will walk in.

Your arms ... refuge from the coldness of our intellect which never let us find any answer. May be journey is our destiny

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Pieces of my existence
Scattered around cruel epoch
Today with my cold memories
I tried to trace them

Few pieces were in my Diary
Like rumblings of my wild pen
Appointments, meetings, schedule
Ugly images of my restless ambition

Few pieces are still floating
In that sweat drop created by our undressed love
Its lust to kiss every pore of your beauty
till Its mortal destiny

Few pieces strangled on your fallen hair
Which doesn’t wane from my Pillow
It pricks my heart with its fragrance

Few Pieces floating around me
In that soft erotic moans and squeal
Which you left
Tucked in my white bed sheet

Few Pieces as your sweet taste
On my tongue
And my lust Cradled between your tender thighs

My existence which I lost among the naked pages
Of my ambitious diary
I am inventing that existence in your memories

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When dreams were fading
And horizon touched my pessimism
When vanity is veiled between questions
My mind craves for triumph of deceived heart

Let me stretch my shivering frozen hands
Let me touch your fragrance
Let me feel the white smile which resides between those red petals
Let me wrap your love around the cruel rationale of my existence

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Someone sent me and frankly this is our industry

You had four different desks in the last 6 years and worked for 8 different Managers
Going for cocktails and dinner is NOT your idea of a nice evening
It's dark on your drive to and from work *even in the summer
Communication is something your 'group' is having problems with
You see a good-looking person and you know it's a visitor/guest
Food left over from a banquet or meeting is staple diet for you
You forget what you look like in anything but a suit, *or you've actually worn hose with sandals
All the work you were hired to do gets done before 9 and after 5
You're already late on an assignment you just received

Your boss's favorite lines are
a. When you get a minute....
b. In your spare time...
c. I have an opportunity for you...

50% of the people in your company don't know what you do, the other 50% of the people in your company don't care what you do
Vacation is something you roll over to next year, if you are allowed
Change is the norm
Nepotism is encouraged
Six months is considered to be substantial longevity
You dial '9' before the number no matter where you are calling from
When you are walking in public, you have to fight the urge to pick up scraps of paper and rubbish on the floor
You smile and say 'good morning' to total strangers in the street
When changing your toilet paper at home you automatically fold a triangle on the first sheet
You answer the phone at home 'GOOD MORNING - AFTERNOON EVENING - this is...., how may I help you?'
You would rather die than eat in hotel restaurants
You inspect your hotel room when traveling
Most of all, You read this entire list and understand it....

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I have made demands on the world, looked upon it with my sightless desire, passion and abandoned myself to the bad habits of illogical emotional thinking that this world has gradually got some foolish Meaning - it is me that has made world meaningful and elated its flawed basic conceptions into Reality.

How Selfish I am.
I need to be educated better.
Does my Intellect Lack discipline?

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Happy Rainbow
naughty smiles
shining souls
resurrection of infant kids

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Cruel Divinity mocking humanity
Why we human face the discrimination
Why only we don’t have right to sin without guilt
Burden of divine fruit

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So the Cuckoo flew from Crows Nest
Flight of bitter eventuality
Triumph of Cruel pragmatism over insatiable Existence
Few lovely soft feathers
Pricking the wounds of destiny

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I could see a glimpse of me and my foolish optimism.
Lonely and complaining.
Cheers to our masculine aloofness which remains with us all our existence.
Waiting for a Pink spring.Her rainbow dreams. Yellow arms. Crimson sinful lips. Eyes deep like pool of heshbon, words like nectar. Red breath to melt my own soul
Let her vanity mold me to my desired destiny

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Drizzling Mumbai spring rain
Soaking my abandoned Heart
Drops of passions seeping in my soul
Ah these Inadequacies of my love
Perfection of her vanity
Quest to touch her crimson soul

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If fatality is the destiny of existence
Thy shall not end relishing the indulgence.
If pain is the consequence of Love
Don’t evade its fragile vanity

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You were Like Magician from Eden.
Your warmth melted all the rigid rocks of my brazen heart
Ah those moments of Vanity which froze somewhere in my heart
My Existence vanished in your Love

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Come to me, baby...
Break away from the shackles
Let your heart rule your head for just this one time...

Run,Run,Run....
For I am waiting for you across the valley...
For I am tired of that breeze which brings the fragrance of your Beauty .

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Spring Must Have come to Bangalore without me
and Yesterday she sent me an infant Flower bud through my window in Mumbai
She must have come with dancing Passions ,an ecstatic Heart and a Mesmerizing soul. She has a complexion of Yellow Dreams of Vanity or was that Red glimpse of Passions or may be purple dance of young love.

Wish I Could have a glimpse of you . Wish I can smell your fragrance

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This Picture reminds me of Fragility of our Life.
And how restless are our Dreams
May be dreams are our masters and we are just their slaves
Yet somewhere our existence overlaps.
Giving us the warmth of sharing.
And then we depart commanded by our aspiration to vanish in oblivion

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Blooming Jasmines with Fragrance of Rainbow dreams
Small steps on a road to eternity
Cute dimples on ruins of our innocence
Massacre of Rebels with the butcher dreams of Civilization.
Ah yet it’s so Nostalgic
Ah it was wonderland

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The day since ghost decided that our relationship was no longer of value to her. Ever since she began to hang out with her own coldness and my pain , the ghost has been changing from the incredible person I thought I knew into this shallow Impulsive ever changing shadow whose intangible existence betrays the meaning of humanity. Perhaps if I hadn't fallen in love with those ghost things would be different... Perhaps if I didn't place that ghost so highly upon a pedestal as a representation of a vanity of my own dreams, neither of us would have fallen so far down.

And then we started making our cocoons. Cold freezing cocoons engulfing our existence like a brutal bodyguard of our souls, our passions, and our heart. And we started recollecting our old demons, excavating old dead bodies which were buried long ago.
Yes it’s Peaceful in here, shrieking Peace which shatters every atom of my heart.

I was afraid of losing you, so instead I left.
That’s my curse for loving you.

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Zulmat_kade meiN mere shab-e-GHam ka josh hai
Ik shamma'a hai daleel-e-sahar, so KHamosh hai

My mind is veiled by a blanket of darkness and regret. Pain is morphing into verses; I stayed up all night composing a shai'r to mirror my state of mind, but it is always overcome by pain and cannot be materialized. I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel...a candle which is still lit. I am clinging on to this last straw, in the hope that it will transform into a verse that will mirror my emotions. The candle is a symbol of my faith...perhaps my confidence to overcome the darkness. I know the hurdle and wants to overcome it, but needs the strength to reach out to his faith.

Nai muzda-e-wisaal na nazzaara-e-jamaal
Muddat huee ki aashtee-e-chashm-o-gosh hai

Neither News of rendezvous nor the vision of Vanity; the quest of longing for a harmonious amalgamation of my senses with my gist of existence,

Mai ne kiya hai, husn-e-KHud_aara ko be_hijaab
'Ai shauq, yaaN ijaazat-e-tasleem-e-hosh hai

Let the vanity of my desire achieve his freedom from the shackles of my consciousness

Gauhar ko iqd-e-gardan-e-KHubaaN meiN dekhna
Kya auj par sitaara-e-gauhar_farosh hai

Ah that gem in the necklace of my beloved
Her existence celebrates the vanity of that masterpiece of Jeweler.

Deedaar baada, hausla saaqee, nigaah mast
Bazm-e-KHayaal maikada-e-be_KHarosh hai

The desire to drink wine in this lonely bar. This bartender is the sign my optimism in the boulevard of friendless dreams

'Ei taaza waaridan-e-bisaat-e-hawa-e-dil
Zinhaar agar tumhaiN hawas-e-nae-o-nosh hai

Oh my dear new thought don’t be too greedy in this chess board of my mind .dont drift me away from what I desire to do .

Dekho mujhe jo deeda-e-ibrat nigaah ho
Meree suno jo gosh-e-naseehat niyosh hai

See me if you have a hunger for vision of knowledge.
Listen to me because I have an ear for knowledge.

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Freud - I loved him. May be because he justified my immoral animal instinct.
His ideology acted as a counter balance for my stubborn Guilt.
Thanks dear Humanity will always be indebted to Few Jews

I found Morality as a sign of weakness of Human individualism .Altruism itself was sign of collective Selfishness of our Species.
Why are we incapable to be honest?
Why can’t we accept the beast within?
Why can’t we let the beast prowl.
Why can’t we create Ubermansch from the ashes of our coward existence?
Am I so scared to lose that I am incapable to create beauty?
Am I so scared that I have altered the definition of Beauty?

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Fools rush in
Where angels fear to tread
And so I come to you my love
My heart above my head

Though I see
The danger there
If there’s a chance for me
Then I don’t care

Fools rush in
Where wise men never go
But wise men never fall in love
So how are they to know

When we met
I felt my life begin
So open up your heart and let
This fool rush in.

(Source-Good ol' Frank Sinatra)
Here's raising a toast to myself, the biggest fool on Earth....

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THE cold butcher of epoch
Hot Sword of memories
Slices of my existences
Too many lives
Just one heart

Too many tears
Just two eyes
Trembling hands, slippery present
Cruel past

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