RIPPLE

HERATBREAK-the disease

The close world of love-so rich a world, so awesome it almost fails comprehension and denies description. How can I or anyone make words or construct sentences to describe this?
Words are symbols, codes, shapes on paper. They can not convey the heart break in the heart of things. They can not show what pure unselfish love is; they can only take uncommon qualities and make them earthbound common by their sentimentality and sometimes weepiness…

PATIENT
You’re probably surprise, my patient dear,
That I should speak to calmly about the broken relationship/death and disappearance of the people I loved most. What can you do?
A lot of water has passed under the bridge; time dulls the pain, dries the tears and gives the memory long-awaited oblivion. Time is a great healer. If it hadn’t been so. Half of humanity would go mad.

WIND
Do me a favor wind
Fly across the sea to island of Northeast
Look for my beloved there.
But don’t slam the shutters on her bedroom
Wonder or you’ll awaken her
Make her cool and if there is a tears on her check,
Dry off the salty drop;
And when my beloved wakes up at dawn and begin braiding her silky auburn hair.
Whisper to her;
Don’t lose hope
He is on his way,
The mountain will open before him;
The sea will open before him.
Wait for him.
Do me a favor wind
Fly across the sea to island of Northeast

REVENGE
You make me feel absolutely MURDEROUS towards you- I suppose it has never entered your damned empty head that I’m counting the days till you come back???

You make the mistake of your life if you think that ‘having striven’ I’m giving up the strife- I am not and I am damned if I ever will. I’ll battle as long as I have got breath left in my body-I don’t care if you think it futile.
You wait and see-it may take years, but you wait and see-IF I can’t have you; I will have my REVENGE.

EXPECTATIONS
In this small span of life I got everything from you, except everything that I don’t. Maybe this the final countdown to escape. I must escape from you only. Coz I cant face you and yr land. It’s stared my soul as you stared me like an alien animal. This feeling of been execution and self immolation really gonna strike the hell out of me like a volcanic lava that only devastated. I can’t stand anymore. Times were so emotional enough to makes me cry but crying is not the solution after all everybody played their dirty game with me. Now I’m really so nerve and broken. Every step I take or everywhere I see I saw only big insecurities. Maybe I don’t have the strength or courage to take things correctly. The dorrage of my dreams were misplaced. It may be the brilliant signal to wake up my good sense or did I give up this easily…did I???
DISTANCES
You are closest to heaven while I belong to plain and I daily see pain, sorrows and high expectation with broken promises. They sting and hunt me all the times together with darkness. The sympathetic hills are all around me. I’m tired of being stared naked by the people who always differentiate humane by color and race. I knew, you know that we are compassionate people around this imperfect world of faces that tell you who you are, where u from? But somewhere in the U turn I thought there’s something wrong the way we live? Its kinda seems looking for some place where people live without borders, color and races. It may sound that somewhere I belong to……the place where I can draw my Mona Lisa who is always smiling upon you and me - Smile of belongingness, happy faces all around us.

Death, the one appointment we all must keep, and for which no time is Set.

Death, the one appointment we all must keep, and for which no time is Set.

I have been writing since my preppie days or I shall write till eternity. Will I starts scripting my daily journals through out the days just to see myself written on the wall. Alas I don’t want to be just another brick of the wall or I don’t follow the rat race. But I complain myself as angel complains thee. The walled life of me inside burning and scorch down to ashes. All my responsibilities and tragedies were torturing me; I felt I have had a numb paralyzed soul inside my body. In the end of the day, there’s I am the only one who suffered and infested.
These days, I would like to stoned myself. The pain relief me like no-one else. The soothing effects of pain got me; see me with my own eyes. The feelings of self immolate pains gives me the power to re-invent the inner humane side of me. I found solitude that cured me like no-one.

I wish, if I could programmed myself to do the MY things. This is the freakiest dream I had ever dreamed and dreamed about it all the times. I just want to break free from this so called monotonous world where I can’t find place for solitude. Otherwise the poisonous fungus that grows in front of us before we realize we become his prey. But definitely, wait and watch I will have my romance with life before romance becomes revenge.
Life is damn mechanic and programmed to do certain things only. The limitations are very high and expectation killed the rule of existence. Where an existence seems suffering and dissolves in loneliness. Hope and dreams are dried up like desert water and dead like a homeless hungry streets dogs. The nomadic, antisocial inside me crawl like gasoline infested SUV on the rubber smelling highways of life. The haze that surround me like a deadly fungus and makes me swimming in the gravity less capsule where I don’t even find out up and bottoms. In the deep hurts of foggy environment I often lost my way back home. The ghost of navigator is drunk and out with it self confessed with egoistic head.


Could you love me, for me?
Who makes mistakes?
Could you love me, for me?
Who keeps broken promises?
Could you love me, for me?
Who always led you cry?

Did I quite

दोग्स DAY

Empty spaces, blank and blind night, frequent power cuts, soaring hot temperature, rainy emotions, some distinct but disappeared darling faces, its weird and weary, tired awkward. I wonder what would happen to the next passing hours.

MEMORY OF GETTING FUN

v Putting cards on my bike wheels to make a noise.
v Walking with smashed cans with our shoes.
v Sitting in a tree listening to the leaves rustle.
v Being buried in leaves.
v Swimming under water with open eyes.
v Spending coins at the candy store.
v Watching birds nest.
v Playing hide and seek in the paddy field just before dark.
v Fishing at night on the lake.
v Flying kites.
v Skipping stone on the lakes.
v Opening doors.
v Getting dirty after a bath.
v Jumping ditches.
v Taking to the animals in the farms
v Running through the sprinkler.
v Walking bare foot through leaves in the fall.

FUN >most of which are FREE

Ø Take warm bath.
Ø Write letter.
Ø Go for a walk.
Ø Day dream
Ø Lie in the sun
Ø Watch people at concerts
Ø Walk in the rain
Ø Watch TV in bed.
Ø Think
Ø Draw blue print for dream house
Ø Look at old snapshots
Ø Watch the river.
Ø Work puzzles
Ø Whistle
Ø Clean the junk drawer
Ø Play with dogs and cats
Ø Plan “IF” I had money “TRIP”
Ø Read newspapers from other countries.
Ø Watch the seasons change
Ø Make long distance phone call
Ø Take coffee breaks
Ø Meet new people
Ø Hold small babies
Ø Eat ice cream cones
Ø Laugh
Ø Read comics and cartoons
Ø Send funny postcards to friends
Ø Sleep late
Ø Watch and listen to a storm
Ø Listen to sound of rain on the roof.

WONDER QUETIONS
What is the world?
Who made it?
What caused the seasons?
Do animals talk to each other?
Why doesn’t the ocean freeze?
How can a fly walk on the ceiling without falling off?
Why we lie under the same sun?
When their thunder does it mean that GOD is mad at me?
Why does a cow keep chewing when is not eating?
Why do snake stare at me?
Why grasses are always greener?
Why sky is so blue?
Where rains come from?
Why money can’t buy me love?
Why my stomach need black chocolate?
Do I get wart from toads?
Why does the sun burn my skin?