Circle of Thoughts

"For oft when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood

They flash upon the inward eye

Which is the bliss of the solitude"

It's been ages since I last read these poignant lines from Wordsworth...dunno from where these lines just found a passage to my mind right now but that's how it is, right? Some chain of thought just randomly gets juxtaposed onto another and another ultimately leading to the coming to surface of some long forgotten memories from the deep bovines of the mess that our brain is...Heck, am getting all philosophical out here and that is the last thing that I want to become right now...U c coz this is a momentous occasion fellas...yes, after going through a meandering month and a half of mundane activities...am back to my soullie "Sepulchre".

"Ek Lau Is Tarah"

Gardishon mein rehti...Behti guzarti

Zindagiyaan hain kitni
In mein se ek hai...Teri meri agni

Koi ek jaisi apni

Par khuda khair kar...Aisa anjaam kisi rooh ko
Na de kabhi yahan
Ghuncha muskurata ek...Waqt se pehle
Kyun chod chala...Tera ye jahan
Ek lau is tarah kyun bujhi mere maula
Ek lau zindagi ki maula

Mindless Mayhem!!!

As I sit down to write this, its been more than 42 hours since that first crack of lightning which left a destructive trail in its wake…a trail which is yet to be fully uncovered…a destruction which is yet to be fully comprehended…125 killed, more than 300 injured is what the official count has been put at but trust me when I say this…they have wreaked more havoc this time round. They have killed more than 125 innocent human lives…this time they have killed many an onlooker who will forever live with the memory of such mindless terror…they have injured the soul of every Indian who will forever unsuccessfully grapple with such incomprehensible rage…what can one do in the face of such inhumanity…how do you explain the actions of such individuals, let alone justify them…what could their motivations be except for incorrigible rage…

From Sepulchre To Saim

Hii soulmate...how are you dese dayz??? Kinda rockin I hope...pretty busy too considering that you haven't been visiting me very oft these past few weeks...

You know it's been kinda lonely without you...not that am complaining or something, I mean am too exalted and honourable to be bothered by your absence...yes, some of your human friends do visit and often scribble some words, generally a message for you...seems I have bcum sort of a post box for u eh eh:)

Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Always been the curious one:D
I wish I could know everything there is to know but that would probably make me go mad:D...so lets just keep it to all you wonderful people's take on urs truly...
This tag allows me just the exact purrfect opportunity...so go ahead fellas.

N I off course don't need 2 tell u to be absolutely unadulterated...straight 4m d heart, only d truth.

#1. Who are you?
#2. Are we friends?
#3. Something I have and you want.
#4. Give me a nickname and xplain y u picked it.
#5. Describe me in a word.
#6. What was your 1st impression of me?
#7. Do you still think that way about me now?
#8. What reminds you of me?
#9. If you could give me anything what would it be?
#10. How well do you know me?
#11. How do you see me in the future?
#12. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
#13. Are you going to post this in your blog and see what I say about you?

Silken Salute

Imagine a scenario when you, after having been fed on a sumptuous course of delicious delicacies on a regular basis, are then suddenly denied the privilege of those same delectable dishes...suddenly you get those dishes only as a rare occurrence and the really frustrating part being that it's not coz you don't have the means to access those dishes rather they have just been stopped being made as a regularity.

That has been the exact same feeling that every Sonu Nigam fan has been put through in the past two years. After the appetite being whetted beyond imagination during the course of a decade of soulful singing, there was suddenly a lull...and the desperate us, such badly addicted that we have been to his lilting voice, just didn't know where to put our ears. Of course, his mastery over his craft is such that hadly any blame can be put to us poor souls for getting hooked on in such massive proportions.

Eyes of Truth

Why is the world full of crap?
What's stopping it from going and taking a hike?
Why couldn't I laugh at those jokes...were they really inane or am I full of shit? (why the fuck does this word keep coming back to me)
Why the hell am I typing all this shit? (there, it comes up again)....I should know right, but I bloody well don't or maybe I don't wanna acknowledge that I know...whatever, how the bloody hell does it matter?
One fucked up piece of crap I am, I guess.Period!!!

P.S. If anyone has the unfortunate experience of reading this, please try and pardon my language...this is just a purely unadulterated rant....On second thoughts, don't pardon coz I dun deserve it and frankly, dun even care.

P.P.S. Haven't been visiting all your blogs...try and pardon me for that instead, I really care about that.