A Little Empathy; with fra lippo lippi
Fra lippo Lippi was driven by hunger
he went and joined the church while younger
for there he got 3 meals a day
and a warm bed on which to lay
He went to vespers and matins out of sheer rigmarole
and delighted in the idle life he claimed to perform
The cloth on his back and the food in his belly
was more a better match than a hungry skelly
But as he grew from a mere boy of eight
he wondered, at what lay outside the gate
at wealth and luxury and forest and tree
he lusted after sweet temptations so free!!
and our dear fra lippo lippi, he smelt on a celebratory eve
the wafts of food, and for the greed of a woman! he slipped down the reeve
as to being caught, satisfied, and at length outside a harem door
the wry fra gave a confession so grave, that twinked the eye of that boorish boor
he called it as he saw it the means for a belly full
and never a vesper he revered nor wu'll
The paintings he made i could talk about
and round we'd go the topic I want throughout.
As a child, now a man, brought up to this
I want to ask why is it a crazed hiss?
that always and ever its sinners we are!
din't god make the man so fleshed and on par?
so why intend then the skin to devour?
or put an apple in edens bower? and told not to touch for even an hour?
he made the temptation! its not the tempters doing
why put it there so we'd be a screwing?
never a comfort in life does it offer
only a promise of eternality proffer
when flesh is a waste then why put it on us?
couldn't man be just soul and no dust?
and as to ever we reach fra lippo's postion
we all find ourself grown up to our parents religion
why is there no choice nor circumstantial evidence
of keeping ones family and choosing ones credence?
I seek such questions and dare not speak
for i will be met by mere 'resolete'
and in that hour be exorcised for un- Christian virtues
and a demonic demise!! pray why fra lippo's option and hues
to choose, to choose a double life of blues? humanity is the only cause!
dont see beyond what's hidden in dream, a blind can do better nor be at loss
to walk the earth with eyes turned on to unseeable stars!!
Sunday, March 25
Thursday, March 22
And So they bring the winds...
Slow months and dreary days
borne on the clouds wet ocean waves,
Low rumbling storms that fill the sky
the days they tell me they ask me why?
Winter chill from afar a hill
Lonesome tear, Bare thee love eternal still
and summer dry why wont you try
the wet months to imitate, spare us the fry!
Then my body alone in the heat
for my heart in your love breathe
and every every day we see a closer star
a coming date, for which I wait, you see my eyes beholds u afar...
I close my eyes to your passionate kisses
I fall into your loving embraces
Smitten, you took my heart a year and more, some 20 months,
you keep it still enthroned in crimson, a beating hundred it pumps....
That way you look at me, will fire
that way you make my lips melt with desire
the arcing of a body graceful to meet you thrusting.....
never compares to the way our two souls connected in love thirsting
Love in a July, an 11th so sweet....
that a shoulder provided, and to carry you, my two feet...
for look back at he sand in those our troubles
we see just a single pair! and thats the testimony to our love sweet honey!!!
This is the newest poem i dedicate to you my love!! for the love my heart bares you will ever and anon burst forth in passion so true!!! I love you.....
Dedicated to my Baby...My Teddy!!
Slow months and dreary days
borne on the clouds wet ocean waves,
Low rumbling storms that fill the sky
the days they tell me they ask me why?
Winter chill from afar a hill
Lonesome tear, Bare thee love eternal still
and summer dry why wont you try
the wet months to imitate, spare us the fry!
Then my body alone in the heat
for my heart in your love breathe
and every every day we see a closer star
a coming date, for which I wait, you see my eyes beholds u afar...
I close my eyes to your passionate kisses
I fall into your loving embraces
Smitten, you took my heart a year and more, some 20 months,
you keep it still enthroned in crimson, a beating hundred it pumps....
That way you look at me, will fire
that way you make my lips melt with desire
the arcing of a body graceful to meet you thrusting.....
never compares to the way our two souls connected in love thirsting
Love in a July, an 11th so sweet....
that a shoulder provided, and to carry you, my two feet...
for look back at he sand in those our troubles
we see just a single pair! and thats the testimony to our love sweet honey!!!
This is the newest poem i dedicate to you my love!! for the love my heart bares you will ever and anon burst forth in passion so true!!! I love you.....
Dedicated to my Baby...My Teddy!!
A friend so true!!
What has been: is so perfect
The best and the bad
the Good and the ugly
Its always gonna stay the same
There are some things in life
that will never change
fake and flake will come
& go, but these a few, faithful and true
Grew up together, school was the binder
Stood by in thick and thin
laughed together and smiled
the same: Made fun and fought, cried a lot
As we grew older more mature,
our friendship never faded
and it only grew stronger
There are some you can count on
the handful few!! one of whom is you!
Thank you and thank you!! for being who you are
Leaving magnanimous entreaties to be friends forever
is not necessary!! somethings are always constant!!
Dedicated to Chetan!!
this poem...though it doesn't rhyme is a poem nonetheless and is dedicated to my closest friend, chetan, whom i've known since class 6th and we've been together in the same till 8th....and then again in 11th and 12th...and the memories are so beautiful and always bring a smile to my face!! We even worked together at our first job!! and we've never lost touch!! since i was thinking so much about you today i decided to dedicate this poem to you!!!
What has been: is so perfect
The best and the bad
the Good and the ugly
Its always gonna stay the same
There are some things in life
that will never change
fake and flake will come
& go, but these a few, faithful and true
Grew up together, school was the binder
Stood by in thick and thin
laughed together and smiled
the same: Made fun and fought, cried a lot
As we grew older more mature,
our friendship never faded
and it only grew stronger
There are some you can count on
the handful few!! one of whom is you!
Thank you and thank you!! for being who you are
Leaving magnanimous entreaties to be friends forever
is not necessary!! somethings are always constant!!
Dedicated to Chetan!!
this poem...though it doesn't rhyme is a poem nonetheless and is dedicated to my closest friend, chetan, whom i've known since class 6th and we've been together in the same till 8th....and then again in 11th and 12th...and the memories are so beautiful and always bring a smile to my face!! We even worked together at our first job!! and we've never lost touch!! since i was thinking so much about you today i decided to dedicate this poem to you!!!
Monday, March 19
The Great Delhi Public Transport System!! and the Public it transports...
So our sprawling metropolis naturally caters to a population larger than that of the Vatican. It is an amalgamation of rich diversity, of people of cultures as socially apart as the moon is from Pluto. The best thing about the Delhi Public Transport system is that you can sample this intense richness and unparalleled diversity while traveling to college everyday.
Its not just culture you get to sample but the very essence of humanity itself, be essence i don't just mean the nice things. One gets to see chivalry as a man offers his seat to a woman, one gets to see compassion & respect when a young person relinquishes the same for an elder. There is a deeper bond than even religion and culture that you can see in this transport system that is a part of so many of our daily lives. Humanity, even if it is the squabbles over one or two rupees for those living on the margins of the poverty line, even if it is the few who hum along to a popular number being aired on the bus radio. The intensity to which almost the entire bus listens to the running commentary on the World Cup. Unity in diversity is a phrase not misappropriated here.
The Delhi Metro, the very pride of our city as far as public transport goes. I can not, even if I wanted point out a greater example of blending diversity. Almost all the passengers who travel through the metro maintain a sense of hygiene and decency using this world class PTS (public Transport System). Despite it being a common occurrence to spit and/or leave everlasting engravings to their presence on any bus. One can see a sense of national pride as a common value running through all these people. What i want to bring to attention is the habit some people have of defying rules in their simple way and spitting/ scratching/ drooling etc on public property and the fact that once it (meaning the transport and its associated) is sufficiently disfigured it can be continually subject to projectile spit and vomit and etc without the slightest hint of any qualm.
I have personally observed people spitting on the metro stations, not just ordinary spit but red streaked paan discharges. Its not just my observation but a few days back an article to this effect appeared in the Hindustan Times. I am attaching the link for your further perusal. http://epaper.hindustantimes.com/Default.aspx?selpg=1699 (just copy paste the link in your browser, read the article on page one and page 3). Recently when i was returning from a friends place in the metro, i was in a semi crowded compartment and there were two men standing infront of me, one with his back to me and the other facing me. The one facing me was chewing on something. The train stopped at the Ramesh Nagar station and the man chewing nodded his head and asked his companion something. I was observing for lack of something better to do. The companion said something which sounded like "kaar le yaar" (do it ) the Doors closed andthe train moved. When it stopped at Moti Nagar the man chewing something winked and spat red paan out onto the station (these stations have relatively little traffic in the afternoon) just before he finished the doors shut and some of the paan dribbled onto the door. I was aghast! the spitter had a very triumphant look on his face and his friend was laughing. Obviously they were very proud of themselves, and i did something very out of character and went up to them and said what they did was not right. All i got for my pains was "aapna kaam kar".
Another sad incident to behold was when changing trains so i got off at Rajiv Chowk from the upstairs line, i.e, the blue line and was to take the yellow line to C-sec from where i get my bus back. At Rajiv Chowk station for the yellow line a whole hoard of people as customary rushed onto the train headed for north campus, now the influx of people was so great that they refused to let the doors shut! i saw the doors glance off several people, one after the other till finally no possible human space left they allowed it to close. But it stayed open for a good 10 mins. the train left only after mine did! It is sad to just think about the old women and men who scurried out of the way of the mob!the only term to aptly describe the people there.
Getting me started on the buses is not advisable.!!! Why??????????? is all i am really left with. If you like forward this to people or ask them to read it and spread awareness! the way our city and national pride is treated makes me wonder at the zest our cricket matches are treated with, or the superfluity of the notions of nation pride.
So our sprawling metropolis naturally caters to a population larger than that of the Vatican. It is an amalgamation of rich diversity, of people of cultures as socially apart as the moon is from Pluto. The best thing about the Delhi Public Transport system is that you can sample this intense richness and unparalleled diversity while traveling to college everyday.
Its not just culture you get to sample but the very essence of humanity itself, be essence i don't just mean the nice things. One gets to see chivalry as a man offers his seat to a woman, one gets to see compassion & respect when a young person relinquishes the same for an elder. There is a deeper bond than even religion and culture that you can see in this transport system that is a part of so many of our daily lives. Humanity, even if it is the squabbles over one or two rupees for those living on the margins of the poverty line, even if it is the few who hum along to a popular number being aired on the bus radio. The intensity to which almost the entire bus listens to the running commentary on the World Cup. Unity in diversity is a phrase not misappropriated here.
The Delhi Metro, the very pride of our city as far as public transport goes. I can not, even if I wanted point out a greater example of blending diversity. Almost all the passengers who travel through the metro maintain a sense of hygiene and decency using this world class PTS (public Transport System). Despite it being a common occurrence to spit and/or leave everlasting engravings to their presence on any bus. One can see a sense of national pride as a common value running through all these people. What i want to bring to attention is the habit some people have of defying rules in their simple way and spitting/ scratching/ drooling etc on public property and the fact that once it (meaning the transport and its associated) is sufficiently disfigured it can be continually subject to projectile spit and vomit and etc without the slightest hint of any qualm.
I have personally observed people spitting on the metro stations, not just ordinary spit but red streaked paan discharges. Its not just my observation but a few days back an article to this effect appeared in the Hindustan Times. I am attaching the link for your further perusal. http://epaper.hindustantimes.com/Default.aspx?selpg=1699 (just copy paste the link in your browser, read the article on page one and page 3). Recently when i was returning from a friends place in the metro, i was in a semi crowded compartment and there were two men standing infront of me, one with his back to me and the other facing me. The one facing me was chewing on something. The train stopped at the Ramesh Nagar station and the man chewing nodded his head and asked his companion something. I was observing for lack of something better to do. The companion said something which sounded like "kaar le yaar" (do it ) the Doors closed andthe train moved. When it stopped at Moti Nagar the man chewing something winked and spat red paan out onto the station (these stations have relatively little traffic in the afternoon) just before he finished the doors shut and some of the paan dribbled onto the door. I was aghast! the spitter had a very triumphant look on his face and his friend was laughing. Obviously they were very proud of themselves, and i did something very out of character and went up to them and said what they did was not right. All i got for my pains was "aapna kaam kar".
Another sad incident to behold was when changing trains so i got off at Rajiv Chowk from the upstairs line, i.e, the blue line and was to take the yellow line to C-sec from where i get my bus back. At Rajiv Chowk station for the yellow line a whole hoard of people as customary rushed onto the train headed for north campus, now the influx of people was so great that they refused to let the doors shut! i saw the doors glance off several people, one after the other till finally no possible human space left they allowed it to close. But it stayed open for a good 10 mins. the train left only after mine did! It is sad to just think about the old women and men who scurried out of the way of the mob!the only term to aptly describe the people there.
Getting me started on the buses is not advisable.!!! Why??????????? is all i am really left with. If you like forward this to people or ask them to read it and spread awareness! the way our city and national pride is treated makes me wonder at the zest our cricket matches are treated with, or the superfluity of the notions of nation pride.
Thursday, March 15
News Flash (Part II)
What does it take to be my better half!!
Lets see!! You need a ton of stubbornness!!! A whole mansion full of care and love!! a Salt cellar full of sarcasm!!! a jug of bitchiness!! a whole bakery of respectability!! 3 quarters of a sultry exotic beach!!! and so much more of a yummy peach!!!
A dollop of good taste in clothes!! an awesome taste in men of course! ( u have me!! ) A Candy boxful of the ability to make people smile!!! A oven full of intelligence and practicality!! a saucer of logic, (most people have a coffee bean sized amount like mee!!) And Tabasco sauce se bhi hotter temper!! but its as rare as a blue moon!! A whole dish of loyalty!! Served up of course with Lip smacking trust and truthfulness!! Beautiful yummy mango like a smile that sets a heart free!! the laughter as delicious as a chocolate brownie!! Whole kitchens full of strength which can be relied upon in all times!!!
A pinch of grumpiness, and a dash of moodiness!!! a lovable scoop of anger that fades as fast as a lightening flash!!! A wit as sharp as a chopping knife and a sense of humor as blunt as the backside of a spoon!!! (specially when ur trying to male me laugh and im angry...it takes time to make me smile hence probably blunt!!!!!) A Immense Restaurant full of soooo much love for all humanity!!! which is sooo rich in its aroma its intoxicating!!! but i am addicted!!!
and theres a lot more that i will discover over the rest of my life!!! this is a sampler from my nearly two year old kitchen!!! and i love this food!!!
What does it take to be my better half!!
Lets see!! You need a ton of stubbornness!!! A whole mansion full of care and love!! a Salt cellar full of sarcasm!!! a jug of bitchiness!! a whole bakery of respectability!! 3 quarters of a sultry exotic beach!!! and so much more of a yummy peach!!!
A dollop of good taste in clothes!! an awesome taste in men of course! ( u have me!! ) A Candy boxful of the ability to make people smile!!! A oven full of intelligence and practicality!! a saucer of logic, (most people have a coffee bean sized amount like mee!!) And Tabasco sauce se bhi hotter temper!! but its as rare as a blue moon!! A whole dish of loyalty!! Served up of course with Lip smacking trust and truthfulness!! Beautiful yummy mango like a smile that sets a heart free!! the laughter as delicious as a chocolate brownie!! Whole kitchens full of strength which can be relied upon in all times!!!
A pinch of grumpiness, and a dash of moodiness!!! a lovable scoop of anger that fades as fast as a lightening flash!!! A wit as sharp as a chopping knife and a sense of humor as blunt as the backside of a spoon!!! (specially when ur trying to male me laugh and im angry...it takes time to make me smile hence probably blunt!!!!!) A Immense Restaurant full of soooo much love for all humanity!!! which is sooo rich in its aroma its intoxicating!!! but i am addicted!!!
and theres a lot more that i will discover over the rest of my life!!! this is a sampler from my nearly two year old kitchen!!! and i love this food!!!
Wednesday, March 14
News Flash(Part I)
What does it take to be me!!!
A lot of crazy wild emotions to start with!! add to that pretty much out of control.....and you wont go far without drunken sentimentality!!! Of course you'll have to pt on dollops of humanity and a lot of care and affection for almost everyone!!! At the same time bowlfuls of spicy bitchiness and ruthless commentary!!! a dash of attitude....Some smart tangy wit, a lot of wierd ,almost Martian, sense of humor!!!
Honesty and simplicity by the truck loads!! You will also need a cart full of child like innocence!! some good looks and a lot of self confidence!! an imbalance yes an imbalance of heart and mind, favoring the heart of course!!! a lot of blazing temper!! and spicy red hot anger!! with little or no cool off point...!!!
somewhat bad dance moves :P , crazy hot utterly desirable sex appeal!! and there is so much more that even i don't know.!!!! so guess i'd like ppl to leave anonymous comments as to what does it take to be me!!! i know i know u think its self flattery but i really only expect a comment
What does it take to be me!!!
A lot of crazy wild emotions to start with!! add to that pretty much out of control.....and you wont go far without drunken sentimentality!!! Of course you'll have to pt on dollops of humanity and a lot of care and affection for almost everyone!!! At the same time bowlfuls of spicy bitchiness and ruthless commentary!!! a dash of attitude....Some smart tangy wit, a lot of wierd ,almost Martian, sense of humor!!!
Honesty and simplicity by the truck loads!! You will also need a cart full of child like innocence!! some good looks and a lot of self confidence!! an imbalance yes an imbalance of heart and mind, favoring the heart of course!!! a lot of blazing temper!! and spicy red hot anger!! with little or no cool off point...!!!
somewhat bad dance moves :P , crazy hot utterly desirable sex appeal!! and there is so much more that even i don't know.!!!! so guess i'd like ppl to leave anonymous comments as to what does it take to be me!!! i know i know u think its self flattery but i really only expect a comment
Saturday, March 10
A Seasons Seductress
In the transforming season
from February to march
Lissom and lithe she rages outside
tears up leaves and shatters glass
She rakes up spring fl'ars
She unseen but desired
and in sweat best blest.
There she goes a rattling outside my window
Hammering the panes to be let in
In vain in vain she bruises against glass
Stormy, windy a seasons lass.
Hear her moan in pain, in swoon
The rushing of pleasures through leaves and moon
Strange her delight in parting flight
to thus fall still and silence leave blight.
For in the midsummer in scorching heat
her pleasures will be missed indeed,
For then she cools the sweaty brow
And knew she how i longed for her so
Tease and tease with never a blow
she come no nearer till augusts enthroned
But perhaps in temper in a fit and madness
She'll rake the leaves in sudden gladness
lift the passions of wetted soil, of earth and dust in water breathe
For a day she'll pleasure my senses a new
And then depart to torment you.
And with a seductive caress, she'll with her breast
blow my hair about her in zest
and look from here, i'll look from there
she'll be gone in the blink of an eye,
just a dust devil in her wake
to mark god's abundant make.
No wall will keep her, no window shall stop her
she'll hammer through a nook a cranny
till atlast you'll be groaning in agony
and when she passes you by and by
she'll come back again and again she'll cry but
not till next summer is nigh.
Lets see you guess what this poem is all about.....no probs if you wanna leave an anonymus post..just leave one...
In the transforming season
from February to march
Lissom and lithe she rages outside
tears up leaves and shatters glass
She rakes up spring fl'ars
She unseen but desired
and in sweat best blest.
There she goes a rattling outside my window
Hammering the panes to be let in
In vain in vain she bruises against glass
Stormy, windy a seasons lass.
Hear her moan in pain, in swoon
The rushing of pleasures through leaves and moon
Strange her delight in parting flight
to thus fall still and silence leave blight.
For in the midsummer in scorching heat
her pleasures will be missed indeed,
For then she cools the sweaty brow
And knew she how i longed for her so
Tease and tease with never a blow
she come no nearer till augusts enthroned
But perhaps in temper in a fit and madness
She'll rake the leaves in sudden gladness
lift the passions of wetted soil, of earth and dust in water breathe
For a day she'll pleasure my senses a new
And then depart to torment you.
And with a seductive caress, she'll with her breast
blow my hair about her in zest
and look from here, i'll look from there
she'll be gone in the blink of an eye,
just a dust devil in her wake
to mark god's abundant make.
No wall will keep her, no window shall stop her
she'll hammer through a nook a cranny
till atlast you'll be groaning in agony
and when she passes you by and by
she'll come back again and again she'll cry but
not till next summer is nigh.
Lets see you guess what this poem is all about.....no probs if you wanna leave an anonymus post..just leave one...
Friday, March 9
Corrected Perspective ( Thank you Love ! )
I must make certain corrections to my perspective of the world. Today was a brand new day, It felt like opening your eyes all over again. Really opening them to the beauty and marvelous presence of God around you. Not any specific being, just the acknowledgment of a supernatural. I opened my eyes to the presence of so much life around me, humanity. What happened earlier was that the senses were so numbed by the crudeness of humanity i forgot, the biggest miracle. These people are all alive. They are all living proof of the miracle of life. When you see the myriad of life around you, you really have no choice but to be happy to celebrate in that life.
To be glad that you are alive to see that life. In every being you see that life, you have to just worship the process of life. You have to celebrate that life!! I had my mind awakened to a thing it was already doing, and my entry on being beautiful is infact just that. Only i did not know i was celebrating life. The sadness the reality the love the facets of life come in later. THese ofcourse just cant be blindly done away with. But in celebrating that life you will want to reach out and maybe help that fading life. Not to let one beautiful miracle of this planet die without a fight or atleast alone.
What sets The 3rd rock from the sun apart from other rocks from the sun is the miracle of life on it, you celebrate that!! What sets Humanity apart from the rest of these miracles of life, is that we are aware and we can celebrate this miracle.
Some how we lost out on this in being governed by our own reality, We lost out on the Happiness of a laugh, a smile, a sadness, an emotion so strong. We lost out on all this, left it behind in the wars of humanity, in the tragedy of our histories, in the survival of the fittest! We forgot to look at the beauty of the least fittest and the most. The beauty of a life.
I must make certain corrections to my perspective of the world. Today was a brand new day, It felt like opening your eyes all over again. Really opening them to the beauty and marvelous presence of God around you. Not any specific being, just the acknowledgment of a supernatural. I opened my eyes to the presence of so much life around me, humanity. What happened earlier was that the senses were so numbed by the crudeness of humanity i forgot, the biggest miracle. These people are all alive. They are all living proof of the miracle of life. When you see the myriad of life around you, you really have no choice but to be happy to celebrate in that life.
To be glad that you are alive to see that life. In every being you see that life, you have to just worship the process of life. You have to celebrate that life!! I had my mind awakened to a thing it was already doing, and my entry on being beautiful is infact just that. Only i did not know i was celebrating life. The sadness the reality the love the facets of life come in later. THese ofcourse just cant be blindly done away with. But in celebrating that life you will want to reach out and maybe help that fading life. Not to let one beautiful miracle of this planet die without a fight or atleast alone.
What sets The 3rd rock from the sun apart from other rocks from the sun is the miracle of life on it, you celebrate that!! What sets Humanity apart from the rest of these miracles of life, is that we are aware and we can celebrate this miracle.
Some how we lost out on this in being governed by our own reality, We lost out on the Happiness of a laugh, a smile, a sadness, an emotion so strong. We lost out on all this, left it behind in the wars of humanity, in the tragedy of our histories, in the survival of the fittest! We forgot to look at the beauty of the least fittest and the most. The beauty of a life.
Thursday, March 8
A Happy smile - Be Beautiful
There are those few people in the world who can make you laugh, it a gift. I know of one atleast who does that. Makes me laugh all the time. Then there are those people who can make you smile, and this, I wouldnt say people are not acquainted with. A sweet happy baby can make anyone smile. So a person who even after growing up can make you smile all the time, even thats a gift. There are those who can move you, skilled orators, artists, film makers, dancers basically a performing artist. There are those who can inspire you, a writer, a poet, a painter, a musician, a singer. Then there is one who makes you want to be the best you can be, ofcourse I have that special one.
But rare is the gift and the ability to make you smile, which is what I wanted to talk about, a happy smile just like what you get from watching a baby. Wanting to make a baby smile you act like a baby yourself. But just making some one smile by the innocent things you do, the sweetest things you do, the unassuming plain innocence of a baby. Thats a talent humanity has lost out on. We take what we are told and we contemplate. We look beneath it, around it, above it even 10 miles from it before we can accept it or in the least acknowledge it. Where did humanity loose its innocence? Why isnt what is said actually what is meant? Why must there be 2 sides of a coin? just because we live in a 3 dimensional world?
Innocence once lost is a decent we make through out our lives. I just want to smile so that when I do the world smiles with me. Be beautiful is all I want to say to everyone. Sure survive in this cruel world but always preserve yourself and your loved ones, be beautiful thats all.
There are those few people in the world who can make you laugh, it a gift. I know of one atleast who does that. Makes me laugh all the time. Then there are those people who can make you smile, and this, I wouldnt say people are not acquainted with. A sweet happy baby can make anyone smile. So a person who even after growing up can make you smile all the time, even thats a gift. There are those who can move you, skilled orators, artists, film makers, dancers basically a performing artist. There are those who can inspire you, a writer, a poet, a painter, a musician, a singer. Then there is one who makes you want to be the best you can be, ofcourse I have that special one.
But rare is the gift and the ability to make you smile, which is what I wanted to talk about, a happy smile just like what you get from watching a baby. Wanting to make a baby smile you act like a baby yourself. But just making some one smile by the innocent things you do, the sweetest things you do, the unassuming plain innocence of a baby. Thats a talent humanity has lost out on. We take what we are told and we contemplate. We look beneath it, around it, above it even 10 miles from it before we can accept it or in the least acknowledge it. Where did humanity loose its innocence? Why isnt what is said actually what is meant? Why must there be 2 sides of a coin? just because we live in a 3 dimensional world?
Innocence once lost is a decent we make through out our lives. I just want to smile so that when I do the world smiles with me. Be beautiful is all I want to say to everyone. Sure survive in this cruel world but always preserve yourself and your loved ones, be beautiful thats all.
Wednesday, March 7
Wizard of Oz
I rant and rave about myself about things that happen with me. Feelings and emotions that run through me. Which is why i have become so transparent. Anyone who cares to read knows exactly what is going trough my mind. Some blogs are of a more generalized nature, personal but on a different level. Personal here having to do with daily happenings, some are cook guides, travel logs etc etc and on. An emotional account is personal on such a deep rooted level, and yet here it is for all to see. Why do i then display every feeling so freely? I know, or rather what i know is that I do it because i have this need for expressing myself ( there I go again, expressing a need, a personal detail )
SOmewhere down the line there is also this realization that being so open about me is not such a good thing, a opportunity to be tread all over, by anyone. Yet i go on and on about it. But along side that fear is a soother, the thought that no matter attempts what. They will in the process of trying to hurt me have to deal with a very angry Taurean. Even so is this, such a level of transparency really good?
Maybe i should stop. the wizard of Oz might be wise, he can send me home, or does Dorithy do that herself?
I rant and rave about myself about things that happen with me. Feelings and emotions that run through me. Which is why i have become so transparent. Anyone who cares to read knows exactly what is going trough my mind. Some blogs are of a more generalized nature, personal but on a different level. Personal here having to do with daily happenings, some are cook guides, travel logs etc etc and on. An emotional account is personal on such a deep rooted level, and yet here it is for all to see. Why do i then display every feeling so freely? I know, or rather what i know is that I do it because i have this need for expressing myself ( there I go again, expressing a need, a personal detail )
SOmewhere down the line there is also this realization that being so open about me is not such a good thing, a opportunity to be tread all over, by anyone. Yet i go on and on about it. But along side that fear is a soother, the thought that no matter attempts what. They will in the process of trying to hurt me have to deal with a very angry Taurean. Even so is this, such a level of transparency really good?
Maybe i should stop. the wizard of Oz might be wise, he can send me home, or does Dorithy do that herself?
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