tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77049182369359615802011-11-27T16:23:27.770-08:00I believe so many things. Some right and some wrong.I make notions.Some fair and some unfair. I think.Some concrete and some darting.Expressing is a way of living. I choose to live :)Mnoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704918236935961580.post-1411309007041335342009-12-17T10:46:00.001-08:002009-12-17T11:30:18.104-08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">After a long pause, here i am </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">back to my world of words..connecting the unknown expressions to some boundary!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I shall, without much adieu, start my mystery riddle of the night :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Reigns my heart today</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A sweet rhyme of the melody </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Beat it the right way</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">O honey lest it snuggle a parody</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Stay close to me tonight</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Don't slither away my embrace</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">It only seems to me right</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">When you touch me to caress!</span><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704918236935961580-141130900704133534?l=mysteryistheword.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704918236935961580.post-55993599777648549522009-06-23T11:21:00.000-07:002009-06-23T11:28:51.949-07:00It's an existential question..All of us have become philosophers at one or the other point of time..We all have had that sigh of disinterest on such a topic when picked for a deeper thinking.been there done that kind of negligence does creep in. But with the time when one is exceptionally challenging one's own system of existence.<br /><br />Whats actually beneath all the expressions i know not<br />Whats compelling me to live the way i choose to or choose not to<br />Where is the destination which will give me a relief of a final arrival<br />Where is that point of exhaltation which has left behind all parallel<br /><br />when is the time that <span style="font-style: italic;">who what why where and whens</span> are all not sumising any more!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704918236935961580-5599359977764854952?l=mysteryistheword.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704918236935961580.post-46131537232466998192009-06-12T13:57:00.000-07:002009-06-12T14:07:44.373-07:00Ethereal move, they say,<br />Should have been in silence!<br /><br />If so was to be shrunk that way<br />To dust off the battle and violence<br /><br />It was a clamoured glory foretold<br />Of mysteries and miseries<br /><br />Some call it old and to some it's Gold<br />Alas, I echo only its memories!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704918236935961580-4613153723246699819?l=mysteryistheword.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7704918236935961580.post-68013357234619955152009-03-26T12:39:00.000-07:002009-03-26T12:55:20.372-07:00Pyramids of past...<br />Sometimes you fail.Sometimes you fail miserably.But this is not how I thought it would sound, smell and feel to be the one with broken wings.<br />How does it feel to be tied up in a cage -I did not ask u my lovely pigeon...<br />Yes..now I can feel a part of me has got just as numb as urs...<br /><br />A sheath of words roll out as the pigeon decides to give a message...<br /><br />I look out of my cage... out glacing at the world outside..standing tall and vibrant...<br />I ahve my two eyes and ears open..I can hear u all around me...<br />Do u think I am made this way that I shall be alright inside here and petted by you ...<br />Did u eva realise a life inside here can too crave to just sigh in the wind of flight u so easily slip into?<br />A question of sharing this wide world and sky U dont want to acknowledge with?<br />Well...i may be numb now..silent for the moment...the second u free me, i shall be so joyous that i would spread my plumages with a deep heave of relief...<br />The difference is, my friend, I shall still look back to thank u... for atlast I found my way...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7704918236935961580-6801335723461995515?l=mysteryistheword.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mnoreply@blogger.com1