Eternal Bliss

Sunday

ABYSS


Behind the veil of silver shadows.
a solitary figure,
sat there with frozen tears,
and hazy numbness,
he was the man,
embedded with effulgence,
and muted passion,
she ws the woman with pain
and hollow reason.
the glass coffin and the mirrored grave ,
denoted the quixotic indulgence..
they wanted to fly,
but the wings were tattered
and the flame ws turning in 2 ashes.
she opened her arms ,
and ws lost in muted ice.
he tried to fill up her senses
but...
walked passed through her,
the souls culdnt entwine,
the spirits culdnt join..
the vaccuum between life and death
ws too big 2 surpass...

I wrote these lines on DEVILES blog as a comment but found thm so beautiful so posting thm here....
oops..srry once again a post abt grave;((...i dontknow why lately im so fixated by graves and deaths blah blah...guess my time is cming near:)

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Thursday

SPOOKY SPOOKY TANGO... IN GRAVEYARD



OK...time 2 twitch our facial muscles a lil bit....no need 2 act all oomph poomph while reading this totally bizzarre,madness intensified, post. Atleast.s-m-i-l-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…if u feel like…..it will increase Ur face value if nothing else.

Here we go…There is this friend of mine, who believes that only reason for my creation, in the universe, is 2entertain her. GOD bestowed the TERROR (in form of me) on mankind. So that she can do some facial excercize ,by chuckling . SO everyday, I have 2 come up with some new jokes 2 entertain the madam oomph aka Tanvi.


Today’s bizzre, drama was about the list of things which she can put in and around my grave...

No no I am not thinking of playing a 3equal ,2 MUMMY RETURNS…or SCARY MOVIE 12 OR 3 here .Nor I am thinking of my self as some female version of PHAROAH. ANAX-A NUMAN.by planning 4 a mummification, 2 play havoc with the sensitive nerves of ppl who will heave the sighs of relief when I will b gone…grrr watch out...there SIGHS can even bring another HURRICANE…..
..Ok as usual with my habit for constant blabber...im drifting away from my supposedly post…let me jump back .

SO lets start a TANGO IN GRAVEYARD...THINGS NEEDED IN AND AROUND MY GRAVE.....

1, First of all,I have got 2 spoiled brats,tanvi and zillie ,they want there LIFE SIZE photos 2 haunt me, in there, as they are so possessive about me they wont even let me indulge in 2 any kind of flirtatious spree even in the gravE... (unfrtunately these 2 are my fav ppl..so my soul is tied up 2 comply with there whims and wishes).:0

2, CD PLAYER with the song...my dil goess mmmmmmmmmm…on constant repeat tttt, cuz she(tanvi) will definitely b there all the time, thinking of my grave s sm picnic resort. Or Italian circus popped up for her entertainment purpose:0 only .So after crying her heart out she will b needing sm music 2 entertain her…and thn zillie will come as well and perform BHANGRA on this song(cuz entertaining tanvi is his responsibility s well...:0


3, Now some cds of totally bizarre music, like ishq kammena, kumbukht ishq, BLAH BLAH and even some African tribe dance mumbo jumbo cuz, the other residents of graveyard need 2 b entertained, s well…hence all kinda muzik is required for our HALLOWEEN IN HAWAI.....

4, Most important, my PC, damn...how can I stay away from my holy shrine=BLOG for long...i will b having so many,audience there….lucky me.with or w/t there will.i will recite all my blog fr thm day and night,on and on and on………….. I can always terrorize the angels to read and COMMENT on my blog...and I can even alter my charge sheet while they will b engrossed in reading...HOW NOT 2 LOSE UR WOMAN IN 10 DAYS......

5, W e can have a boxing ring, built specially 2 cater the needs of bloggers, desi and hip hop gora shtyle, a match of KABBADI between ANONYMOUSES and desi bloggers…and some high class UNDERTAKER SHTYLE punch o mania between not so desi bloggers and ANONYMOUSES…after all I have 2 think abt all (mayb I was MOTHER TERESSA in my past life).

6, SOME NASTY WEAPONS....oh yeah yeah...dont get worried, not fr u shweet ppl out there, but fr my favourite enemies...(some wrath s a punishment fr my past life sins, popped from hell, the class fellows of Dracula.)They will definitely cm 2 play homage 2my shrine, So2 combat thm, some strings of galic pods, 2 shu thm AWAYYY, or I can always choke thm with the string if nothing else.

7, My love arrow,,yeah as I am the OFFECIAL CUPID for all my friends,so who knows who might take my fancy in the morgue, or graveyard, so for good ole matchmaking ,I will b needing my cupid arrows,,…ONCE A CUPID..ALWAYS A CUPID.

8, A pop corn machine...yeah...i just cant live without these flaky,butter oozing blast o butter popcorns,my accomplice in any kinda enjoyment,and while having a TETE A TETE with angels,I will b needing something badly 2 munch on 2 ,2 keep myself frm going berserk. And what if 1 of the questioning angels resembles PIERCE BROSNON…???????S a reward for my some good karma while UP there………………………………MY O MY… (MY IMAGINATION CAN REALLY GO WILD AT TIMES).

8,My PLAY STATION 2…and sm cotton buds for the poor dead lying there 2 ensure there sanity….cuz i am a NEED FR SPEED freak,and the constant zoom,thud and bang dang of cars can cause some sort of mayhem in the peaceful serenity of cemetery.

9,Last but not the least. MY SWORD….how can I b seen w/t my famous sword its going to be bad for my image..naaaaaaa., ONCE A WARRIOR...ALWAYS A WARRIOR(even inside the grave)it will hang on my grave like….SWORD OF DAMOCLES…so tht even there if somebody try 2 tress pass the lakshman rekha of 5 feet distance. Or try 2 flirt with my mummy. Or even try indulging in 2 anykinda indecent activity….it will fall down from the skies above 2 chop them like GAAJER MOOLII (CARROT, CABBAGE AND REDDISH…

Loll…ok guys I don’t know what Ur reaction was after reading this post. except for thinking of me as sm AUTISTIC running lose:0i surely enjoyed indulging in 2 sm bizarre madness.. so if any time u guys develop sm kind of stomach illness, reading this madness feel free not to puke or vomit here…grrrrrrr
.. Tanvi….shorry...dont mind Fr the pun fun…u know I love u grly.and u r a v special friend.

Last but not the least guys…don’t panic I haven’t changed my BLOG TEMPLATE for good, only for this post 2 match the mood, after that I will change in 2 something cheerful, this template also giving me chillSSSSSSSS




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Saturday

DEATH BELLS AGAIN


.I was about to post some light hearted stuff 2day,but then I saw news, about the earthquake,AND i simply lost all the bubble of happiness,bubbling around me,Just didnt have the heart to post that happy,humorous stuff.
There were people running around cying for help some buried alive, screaming for there nearest and dearest ones chaos everywhere.

There was a girl child, on the screen, all bathed with dust, with eyes so vacant,and with frozen tears, clutching her doll so tightly, as if its her only refuge, trying 2 derive out some kind of warmth and solace from a lifeless doll..

A chill passed through my spine, i dont know how many of u get effected by such stuff,or is it me only who just get stuck,?wondering...how helpless we humans are, we build tall buildings, sky scrappers, reaching the heights of the skies, thinking we are now standing high, we r (GOD forbid)near GOD. And then in 1 blast, 1 catastrophy, 1 blow, we are back 2 earth, where we belong.just sm part of rubble,lifeless dust.
Was just wondering about the listlessness of all this, we plan for our future, we save for rainy days, we visualize a bright journey, we do our best to attain our goals and then what?
1 thud and every thing gone?Can we even predict, that we will b breathing our next breath or not?.


Some questions from all of u, May b u wise ppl out there can help me understand some harsh realities or some rose tainted bounties of life.

.Q1,WHATS THE PURPOSE OF US ON EARTH, IN THIS WORLD, WHY ARE WE HERE?

Q2,, PLANNING FOR FUTURE, SAVING FOR IT, IS IT A GOOD IDEA, WHEN WE DON’T KNOW WHAT FUTURE HOLDS FOR US? U CAN’T LIVE IN YOUR PAST, BUT CAN WE CUT OUR PAST? FROM OUR LIVES?

. Q3,WHAT IS FAITH OR A RELIGION, WHY DO WE NEED A RELIGION 2 SUSTAIN US?

Q4? HAVE U EVER THOUGHT ABOUT AFTER DEATH? LIKE WHAT WILL HAPPEN AFTER DEATH? IS THERE ANOTHER LIFE OUT THERE? AFTER THIS?

Q5,WHAT CAN WE DO TO MAKE THIS LIFE A BETTER 1, AND THIS WORLD A BETTER PLACE?..



.Will come back to answer all these questions later, when I will be in a lil better state of mind, with my faith, and optimism restored. Right now they are just shattered.

Request to those who take my posts as a ball 2 play soccer and insult all, this is a v sensitive one and it will b so horrible if u HYENAS out there try to play any kind of insulting games, here on my blog, u ppl r jus not welcm.THIS TIME.

Was writing a poem here r some extracts........(though its total,mismatched,and vague kinda stuff,but just wanted 2 share it with my friends outa there.Mayb u ppl can derive some sense outta it.


.Sitting, inside the womb,
Curled like a ball,
I am a child, Not yet born,
My tears ready to fall,
Am stuck inside the walls,
My pain can’t be contained,
My horror can’t be proclaimed,
I have seen nothing,
But felt all.
Cuz .......
I am a child,
Not yet born,
Sitting, inside the womb,
Curled like a ball.
The mute sufferings,
Or the choked shrieks,
The echoes of death,
Or the smoke of grief’s,
I want to reach those vacant eyes,
Erase there pain,
Wipe there tears,
Falling like rains.
BUT. I can’t
All in vain,
Cuz.
I am a child,
Not yet born,
Sitting, inside the womb,
Curled like a ball.
People out there,
Fight wars, Glorify death,
They make bombs,
They slaughter all,
And then make tombs.
They kill life,
To praise the death.
I didn’t see it,
But felt all.
Cuz ..
I am a child,
Not yet born.
Sitting inside the womb,
Curled like a ball.

1 day, I will come,
When it’s my turn 2 burn,
I wait for the clock 2tick For me to kick
, In the world,
Where monsters rule,
Where happiness is scarce.
And humanity is a farce.
One day my soul will perish,
In the fountains of life
1 day I will born,
from the ashes of turmoil,
Till then
I will wait.
And feel nothing.
Cuz......
No matter what
I’m still a child
Not yet born,
Sitting inside the womb
Curled like a ball....

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