Will-o'-The-Wisp

We sing on HIS music

Dance on HIS tune

Walk on HIS road

& Laugh on HIS jokes

We live-in between infinity

Surrounded by lies

With flying black holes

And scavenging eyes

There isn’t any time

It’s all illusory

There isn’t any play

It’s all delusory 

The good isn't sacrosanct
And, the bad pernicious
With truth beguiling
And, relations struggling

Awaken the mystic soul

Don’t let it sleep

Nights may not be long

And, days may not be strong. 

Metro Musings

And the hurt
Vibrates in the heart 
Plays with the mind 
itself, dismantling the pain...

Like a clueless bird..
I fly high aimlessly
Gazing at the horizon
With a brighter eye...

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Long Ago

Long Ago I met her,

She was in her teens, so did I

Charm & laughter did the magic

Love kindled, feelings blossomed

Several happy days & nights passed

Coffee talks with instant message

Intrinsic souls, Freebirds were we…

Flying high unto the mountains

Diving deep into the oceans

Entangle & untraceable

Alas! one fine day

I woke up, dreaming all along

Long Ago I met her...

Weakest Two Hours

I’m sorry Weakest LINK that I’m not been active for a while now but I know as a loyal wife you won’t mistook my unavailability as an act of indifference. Today in the presence of blogging friends, first timers & trespassers I proclaim Weakest LINK as my loyal wedded better half :D.  I always wanted to craft a post on the theme “Two extra hours” since the day I saw the mail from IndiBlogger, yet time compulsions. :(

 

So what if the good God reads my Weakest LINK or the atheist’s theory of everything gets spirited by this post. May be then the Earth would shift some light years away from the powerful Sun and eventually we will end up having 26 hours a day in our pockets to spend. Isn’t that divinity at its best?

Many-a-time I cursed the heavens above for only providing me with nothing but 24 hours. But then noble people at Surf Excel came to my rescue, they spectacularly discovered the secret of adding 2 hours more in your busy lifestyle. And that obliged me to reveal my plans for those weakest yet important two hours. 

At the end of the day I end up getting less sleep, I normally sleep by 3 or 4 am in the morning, which eventually makes me to either bunk class and keep sleeping or to do attendance a favor sleep in lectures. Both the ways makes me to miss the golden chance of peeping out on the adjacent class beauties. So given those two additional hours I will definitely end up sleeping. Wow… more time to sleep now!

But, nay… that’s just being like Imitiaz Ali, wasting the euphonious Rehman in Rockstar. So, I won’t waste those hours by sleeping as of now but will used it constructively. I would better dedicate them in building my entrepreneur venture News Not Making News & artistry reshaping the Weakest LINK. For quite a while now the placements drama and the examination fever have kept me at bay with these two things I love the most. So, I would love to devote those two weakest yet significant hours to the creativity of entrepreneurship and art of blogging.

On a second thought, or third, there are still few things left I never find time to dwell at, like socializing. Yeah I find it quite hard to take out time from my daily schedule for those weekend parties and rock shows. It’s not like I hate mingling with people around but the time constraint forces me to keep a distance from such social activities. But then Surf Excel grandeur 2 hours would grant me with some leisure time to spend out with friends partying all night. Yippee..! 

I’m still unsatisfied… poor fellow.:(. 2 hours more will permit me to live my passion. I could rove around enjoying the diverse multicultural country. Might be I may end up knowing the essence of being humane. And, on a lighter note… 2 hours more would have allowed me to submit this post at IndiVIne.

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I do...!!

I pray...

sometimes I do pray,

.... I pray to forgive me,

.... for all the sins I committed

... for all the wrongs I did.

I cry,

sometimes I do cry,

... I cry to let the feelings flow,

... to show my love,

... to express my anguish.

I dance,

even at times I dance,

... I dance to profound my happiness,

... to express my joy,

... to enjoy my success.

And, I write,

often at times I do write,

I write to pen down my emotions,

... to pen down my feelings,

... to let the world know about a WEAKEST LINK  :)(: