THE WOODS ARE LOVELY DARK N DEEP,
BUT I HAVE PROMISES TO KEEP
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP


-Robert Frost

This was written by a black gentleman in Texas. ( During the apartheid period )

When I born, I black,
When I grow up, I black,
When I go in sun, I black,
When I cold, I black,
When I scared, I black,
When I sick, I black,
When I bruise, I black,
And when I die, I still black.

You white folks....
When you born, you PINK,
When you grow up, you WHITE,
When you go in sun, you RED,
When you cold, you BLUE,
When you scared, you YELLOW,
When you sick, you GREEN,
When you bruised, you PURPLE,
And when you die, you GREY.
So who you calling COLORED???!!!

There is a wonderful mythical law of nature that the three things we crave most in life - happiness, freedom and peace of mind - are always attained by giving them to someone else.

Diminutive God

Its festival time in Pune. Nothing unites people like religion ... Venerated for ten days , then in the name of religion drowned in severs, drains poor ganesh. Here are some snaps of the ganesh festival in pune.

Its five oclock this morning, and the sun is on the rise
Theres frosting on the window pane, and sorrow in your eyes
The stars are fading quietly, the night is nearly gone
And so you turn away from me, and tears begin to come

And its goodbye again, Im sorry to be leavin you
Goodbye again, as if you didnt know
Its goodbye again, and I wish you could tell me
Why do we always fight when I have to leave

It seems a shame to leave you now, the days are soft and warm
I long to lay me down again, to hold you in my arms
I long to kiss the tears away, give you back the smile
Other voices beckon me, to go a little while





--Words By John Denver

Blossoms

A new day

One of my fav. songs::

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear


---(any guesses)?

Bavra Mann dekhna chala ek sapna
Bavra se mann ke dekho, Bavre ha Baatay
Bavre se dhadkane ha, Bavre ha saa'sa




-Plagiairsed from a movie song

The Modern age doctrine for war

You fill up my senses
Like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again

Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come love me again

Let me give my life to you
Come let me love you
Come love me again

-John Denver

Monday Blues

It's monday again..
The weather has been lousy here, raining all day and weekend was spent reading through some printed sheets of poetry ( not mine of coure) and reading Victor hugo's les miserables..That was quite a challenge, cause it sure exposes the fact that my vocabulary of english words is very limited.
So ,ignoring words.. whose meanings i didnt understand. being too lazy to refer a dicitionary. I stumble on....
Seems, characters from books only exist in a writers world. Not in the real world.
Can someone like Jean Valjean, who has been wronged by society for the better part of his life, be able to forgive them?
Does a personality like Howard Roark, exist in the real world?

It seems the rains are here to stay. It used to rain during monsoons back at home. But here it pours. The roads all turn to small muddy streams.All the trees get painted with a fresh coat of green. It sure makes u think that with age, things which ones seemed wonderful , loses its charm.
The smell of the land when rains falls on parched land does not evoke the emotions that it once used to. Seems we live a mechanical existence, programmed into a loop..the same days everyday, the same people you meet everyday, the same chores...

Bulleh! ki jaana maen kaun

Found a translation on a website not an exact translation.Still a good job..
Hope i am not infringing copyright rules, else i am screwed........

Bulla, ki jaana maen kaun


Not a believer inside the mosque, am I
Nor a pagan disciple of false rites

Not the pure amongst the impure
Neither Moses, nor the Pharoh

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

Not in the holy Vedas, am I
Nor in opium, neither in wine

Not in the drunkard`s intoxicated craze
Neither awake, nor in a sleeping daze

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

In happiness nor in sorrow, am I
Neither clean, nor a filthy mire

Not from water, nor from earth
Neither fire, nor from air, is my birth

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

Not an Arab, nor Lahori
Neither Hindi, nor Nagauri

Hindu, Turk (Muslim), nor Peshawari
Nor do I live in Nadaun

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

Secrets of religion, I have not known
From Adam and Eve, I am not born

I am not the name I assume
Not in stillness, nor on the move

Bulleh! to me, I am not known

I am the first, I am the last
None other, have I ever known

I am the wisest of them all
Bulleh! do I stand alone?

Bulleh! to me, I am not known