Tuesday, March 10, 2009
My comradeship towards the kind of people I want in my life has one supreme demand - they must learn to be themselves when they are with anyone around them(mostly people change their viewpoints with the kind of people they be with - so I tag them 'chamaeleons').This is possible only if they realize the importance of 'I' in their lives.They must hold their happiness as a supremacy over anyone elses' happiness,that they must live for themselves only.But the kind of people I usually meet take into account the entire viewpoint of others objectives before they express their views to them.They have this intimidating fear of the other person getting hurt by their straightforward hard viewpoints.So as to prevent the other person from entering into any kind of abomination,they sincerely disguise their true feelings and enter into a hypocoristic world.There are few others who do this to appease others,practicing their complaisant behaviour without thinking.It's like being blinded by the light,but mind u it is very temporary.This kind of fakeness can never last long.Such people possess nothing,,no consciousness.So sooner or later their actions betray their intentions.Their contradictions act as a limelight and justify their actions.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
MY POWER-KILL THEMSELVES
The world of stance
I name them so
'Cowards'they shout
'Cowards'they call them
The mind of stance
Capable of thinking
Only one way
A root cause,they name it
Non courageous,
Fleeing from their problems,
Disgrace so unbearable;
So comes the reason
The world of stance preach,
The world of 'My power'
Kill themselves.
The world of 'My power'
Make this one mistake;
'Work recognition'
So they want
The world of stance
Suffocating my power
In their hands
The importance of work
My power holds,
The creations
My power make;
Acceptance,they demand
Admiration they flee
But aah!beg
Understanding
A right meaning
To their work
The world of stance
In control of my powers'
Time and patience
Make them lose
The world of 'My power'
Kill themselves.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Every person has his own way to believe in things.Although nowadays it's more like a crowd attracting more of it.People blindly follow things they could never understand.They seem to flow with the pace.Individualism is almost lost and blindness has strenghthened its position.
WHAT IS GOD TO ME
In this world the word god is used for such an entity which we place most highly in our minds.Something we pay our full reverence to,something whose position is considered most sacred.But,if I give that position to someone whose identity I am totally unaware of,whose statues and shrines I build just according to those creative innovations of my mind,then I just fail to justify the entire definition of god.So to me,god is the work where my mind is applied,the way I think,the way my conscience makes me live my life and most importantly the things and people I believe in.
I won't say that whatever I do is always as equal as god to me,but I could give my life for it to be otherwise.
WHAT IS GOD TO ME
In this world the word god is used for such an entity which we place most highly in our minds.Something we pay our full reverence to,something whose position is considered most sacred.But,if I give that position to someone whose identity I am totally unaware of,whose statues and shrines I build just according to those creative innovations of my mind,then I just fail to justify the entire definition of god.So to me,god is the work where my mind is applied,the way I think,the way my conscience makes me live my life and most importantly the things and people I believe in.
I won't say that whatever I do is always as equal as god to me,but I could give my life for it to be otherwise.
Friday, January 30, 2009
The two extremes
I ravel my mind into
The first one with a fogged picture
Set into the mind
A pseudo hole filled with the so called
Confidence
The appreciating world
Strengthening the demeanor
Making him move around
Capturing his mind in their own
A parasite he becomes
A selfless life he lives
Like a kite he flies so high
And then there comes another thudder
The mirror cracks
The broken pieces disappear
But the rest left appears like another hole
Filled of blood.
The second one,they say
So humble,so meek
So selfless,so true
He lives for the world
Such complascency he lives with
Such charity he does
Such guilt he parts off
And so is loved by all
But him
God,so call him
I ravel my mind into
The first one with a fogged picture
Set into the mind
A pseudo hole filled with the so called
Confidence
The appreciating world
Strengthening the demeanor
Making him move around
Capturing his mind in their own
A parasite he becomes
A selfless life he lives
Like a kite he flies so high
And then there comes another thudder
The mirror cracks
The broken pieces disappear
But the rest left appears like another hole
Filled of blood.
The second one,they say
So humble,so meek
So selfless,so true
He lives for the world
Such complascency he lives with
Such charity he does
Such guilt he parts off
And so is loved by all
But him
God,so call him
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