Tuesday, May 31, 2011

hey jude somethings should never change~~

Hey Jude lyrics
Songwriters: Mccartney, Paul; Lennon, John;

Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
Na na na, na na, na na na na

Hey Jude, don't let me down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you? Hey Jude, you'll do
The movement you need is on your shoulder
Na na na, na na, na na na na, yeah

Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better
Better, better, better, better, better, oh!

Na na na, na-na na na
Na-na na na, hey Jude
A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,
cut holes in it,and called it a human being.

Since then,its been wailing a tender agony
of parting,never mentioning the skill
that gave it life as a flute,

blah blah

i was talking of the wonders of stars written forever on the wall of the sky..they may go back zillion years but they are unerased never can they turn back on themselves never hidden in the darkness that stare behind...wonder if the our words were like stars never unwritten never forgotten and never hidden in the times past....and i talk of wonder of moon growing and dying in a circle of days with scars and infirmity of death all so real to it just like a human..giving light and still aware not deceiving its existence that its taking light for its life...i wish humans were same...human enough like a moon to know they are leading to eventual fall why not bring light to others...the promised one with the first day of their conception and why not try to shine even at the faintest hour of their existence...

Monday, May 30, 2011

written in blank but voice of the two

I wish I was a blank and my lines never written

hidden words in blank i wish i was and written in words but still unfilled

the lines conceptualised in nothingness and personified in my emptiness.

a blank am I yet not a blank

silent void in someones soul and uttered in love in someones heart

a blank i am still unfilled

shred my blankness and revert my emptiness,

let me live in the nothingness I was when I never was

let me be the blank that need no erasing,

let me be the nothingness that need not be spoken

let me be the silent void that need not be written

let me be the words never seen in the painless sky never in darkness lit behind

let me be a poem of blank unfilled let me be a chant of nothingness

i am the quote of saints untold i am the flurry of winds unfluttered unflown

i am blank still not blank i am silent still silenced i am not

i am the blank written unwritten erased still not dead..

i am the blank of life's red

I will swim in the tides of time before time knew it was time,

I will dance in black holes and sing with supernovas.

In tiny fragments of atoms I will be broken

destined to a life of disintegration and pull.

I will be everything that can ever be if only I would be a blank.

And these lines would never be written :

Thomas Moore

Believe me if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy gifts fading away!
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear!
Oh the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns to her god when he sets
The same look which she turned when he rose!

~~softly dancing~~

softly dancing raindrops speak of the journey they made...
a free fall in the laws of gravity with no other options but to head to an eventual fall
to mingle with the sands of time and go deep in the womb of earth with nothing but
a deep downward journey without halt till heat of sun evaporates it again to life in skies...
with few rendevous with clouds and winds of life and again a free fall.....
and how i feel an uncanny resemblance to a raindrop's life to life we live...
if physics of human life could be different from physics that govern the nature???
after all god that is supposed to be the creator of all that is seems to be just as frail and weak as we humans are....
even he couldn't surmount the desire for a symmetry we humans are so in love with...
and i wish if raindrops could fly...or if i could fly!!!!

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

The day will come when, after harnessing space, the winds, the tides and gravitation, we shall harness for God the energies of love. And on that day, for the second time in the history of the world, we shall have discovered fire.

shades that love weaves~~~

i wish i was a bird..with feathers of joy

and wings red yellow with colours of love..

i would see the heavens from so near

and feel their touch and hear them clear...

i would be in the midst of clouds sleeping on their milky white cushions...

i would lose my memories flowing over the vastness of the oceans...

i would fear no borders...

would cross them over again and again

to reach the places without any orders...

and i won't suffer from any human disorders.....

i would feel the warmth of trees..with wind on my wings

mountains as abodes on my lonely swings...

i would build a nest of lovely leaves

with the home in the midst of shades that love weaves....

there is a risk in surrendering oneself to the true thoughts. we evade what we are not comfortable with or what appears to be the closest ...