Mumbling

If I Could....

2005-11-14T00:40:00.000+05:00

I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes I would, if I could, I surely would
I’d rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would
Away, I’d rather sail away
Like a swan that’s here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world it’s saddest sound
Its saddest sound
I’d rather be a forest than a street
Yes I would, if I could, I surely would
I’d rather feel the earth beneath my feet
Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would

Live

2005-09-03T23:00:00.000+05:00

Live all you can; it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that what have you had?

Henry James
British (US -born) author (1843 - 1916)

My words like silent raindrops fell

2005-08-28T13:25:00.000+05:00

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

'Fools' said I, 'You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.'
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, 'The words of the prophets

are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.'
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.

The Sound of Silence

I'm drifting....

2005-08-02T00:57:00.000+05:00

I'm drifting
into a new land
filled with air
and mystical power

I float into it
feeling weightless
unaware of
my own existence

I feel like
in a dream
waiting
to wake up

Instead I go deeper
and deeper
into my slumber
I keep floating

I see a world around me
I see so much going on
Yet I remain apart
from it all

I watch it
from a distance
watching myself
as a third person

I see myself
live and die
and again
spring to life

I hear the murmurs
of mingling bodies
I feel the heat
of the undead

I reach out
and cry
I scream
into a vacuum

I lean forward
to touch
but it eludes me
It's out of reach

I see the glow
of life turn me
into a bright
shining star

I shoot into the distance
I travel far
I spread over
a vast aura

I split up
into tiny spots
rays of light
or perhaps wet drops

I pour over you
enveloping you
shielding you
from all pain

I wish you could
see me
I wish you could
touch me

But I'm invisible
I live on
around you
I dream on....

......waiting to be awakened.

A Moment of Silence

2005-05-31T21:38:00.000+05:00

Please give me a moment of silence
A pause for serenity
Of total presence
And complete absorbance

Give me a listening ear
To hear the unsaid words
To share expressive glances
And take in hidden thoughts
Be lost in understanding
Reaching out to each other
while standing still

Let's speak again
without words
Let's read more
and speak less
Let the trust
flow again...
Let us be one!

My All Time Favorite

2005-05-11T19:54:00.000+05:00

Daffodils

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth (1804)

Haunted!

2005-04-02T00:46:00.000+05:00

The night is long
It takes me in
Making me dizzy
and follow my whim
Eyes are heavy
with slumber deep
Yet dreams are dry

Sleep is overtaken by silent noises
Bleak hopes give way to strong desires
Passions rise and fall....
But all is lost
in the darkness of the night

Slowly reality merges with fantasy
Awareness is no more
With dancing lights all round
and the silence screaming loud
The beat of the heart slows down to a murmur
The vision in the head takes its shape
All is clear then, sweet and pleasant
as I'm immersed in the dream state.

Where have all the good men gone?

2005-03-26T15:35:00.000+05:00

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder end rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet

Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me . . . .

Interview Me!

2005-03-14T23:27:00.000+05:00

This is a chain interviewing game for blogs. Here are its rules:

Leave me a comment saying “interview me.” The first five commenters will be the participants.
I will respond by asking you five questions.
You will update your blog/site with the answers to the questions.
You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. (Write your own questions or borrow some.)

Zack has asked me the following questions.

Which brother do you like better, me or him? Just kidding! How do you like Karachi? Compared to other places you have lived like Islamabad, Wah Cantt, Tripoli, Rawalpindi and Lahore?

Well, let me 1st reply to the first question ;-)
When I was younger I liked you better as I was closer to you. Then Fowzi grew up and proved to be not just a bro but a very good friend. While with you, it was more you talking and sharing things with me; with him, I could tell him anything and relied on him to take me out. Now, I like both of you eqaully :-D

I like Karachi well enough. However, compared with other places I've lived in, I still like Tripoli the best. Nothing comes close to the Mediterranean coast :-) Then Islamabad - that's home to me. Wah Cantt, strangely, I don't miss though I've spent a major portion of my life (10 years) there. Rawalpindi is not to my taste. Lahore is great for fun trips. Coming back to Karachi again, I've yet to make a bond with the city but I don't dislike it either. Actually I haven't given it much thought. But one thing is for sure, if my team weren't this good and if I didn't love my work, it'd surely have been difficult for me living here coz the city is basically dry and uncooperative (generally speaking, no offence intended).

How does living by yourself feel?

Again, haven't given much thought. But it's pretty ok. Time flies by during the day. It's always the nights that haunt me :-)

Name one quality or action of Musharraf that you think will be good for Pakistan.

Hmm! Been thinking for 5 years. Will let you know when I find one ;-)

What are your thoughts on women leading prayers?

I leave it up to people's own discretion to decide in such petty matters what to do. As for myself, I'd rather pray alone and in seclusion than in a gathering.

What do you think is the biggest problem facing Pakistani women?

They don't believe in themselves. They think, behave and act weak and hence let others take advantage of them; or they focus their energies on manipulating others to get things done their way instead of putting in effort toward some real change and progress.

Another big problem of a lot of women is that they have too much time on their hands. Hence, they either indulge in negative activities (meddlesome behavior) or lose self-esteem and feel depressed.

When the Light comes through....

2005-03-07T19:10:00.000+05:00

When the light reaches you
And tears begin to roll
You feel yourself afloat
Taken by a vast sea
That makes you swim
And fills you with hope
You look across
The sun is shining
With rays so bright
You can hardly see
But you feel its warmth
Brightening you up
You rise above the waters
You rise up high
Yet feel so light
Like a wind
That races past lands
and people and sands
Colliding with the mountains
Causing them to slide
Reaching the heavens
And bringing back
....its fragrance!

......

2005-02-27T22:43:00.000+05:00

It's a burning flame cold as ice
A thirst that satiates my whole being
That puts a sparkle in my eyes
And contentment in my soul
A yearning crossed beyond the imaginable
Wrenching the heart with pain
And yet glistening it with hope
Making it bliss with boundless joy
It thrives like a wonderful being
It lives like a joyful kid
Not yet afraid of the unknown world
Not held back by its torturous reins
It's bubbling inside ready to burst
But keeping me together instead
It makes me smile and makes me laugh
And makes me cry and feel lost
Oh it surely is a precious thing
It makes me wish for more
If I'm born again, I'd want it all the same :-)

If I had Wings....

2005-02-24T23:32:00.000+05:00

If I could fly
I'd climb up high
Into the skies
I'd dive like a bird
Into the seas
I'd flutter
Like a butterfly

Oh if I could fly
I'd roam
to distant lands
I'd float
over unseen places
I'd gloat
over the mystic silence
of the sleeping soil
and the roaring rivers

I'd glide and slide
I'd swing like a breeze
And race like a wind
I'd reach out to all
I'd touch every single soul
I'd keep going
on and on
Beyond all boundaries
Farther than all
known paths!

The Night is Blind

2005-02-22T20:06:00.000+05:00

The night is blind
Naked in its blackness
Alluring its victims
To its mystic silence

Gray as the clouds
Stark as the truth
Standing aloft
Alone in the corner

It races past me
Amidst rising horizons
Raising my sensitivity
To the heightened senses

O sensuous feeling
Refusing to contain
Breaking all boundaries
Reaching to pain

Noone is there
The night hinges on
It moves me along
Losing all distinctions

I wait wait and wait
For the sight of the pure
But there's no more
The night is blind
As blind as me

One of My Favorites

2005-02-22T19:00:00.000+05:00

Daisy

Where the thistle lifts a purple crown
Six foot out of the turf,
And the harebell shakes on the windy hill--
O breath of the distant surf!--

The hills look over on the South,
And southward dreams the sea;
And with the sea-breeze hand in hand
Came innocence and she.

Where 'mid the gorse the raspberry
Red for the gatherer springs;
Two children did we stray and talk
Wise, idle, childish things.

She listened with big-lipped surprise,
Breast-deep 'mid flower and spine:
Her skin was like a grape whose veins
Run snow instead of wine.

She knew not those sweet words she spake,
Nor knew her own sweet way;
But there's never a bird, so sweet a song
Thronged in whose throat all day.

Oh, there were flowers in Storrington
On the turf and on the spray;
But the sweetest flower on Sussex hills
Was the Daisy-flower that day!

Her beauty smoothed earth's furrowed face.
She gave me tokens three:--
A look, a word of her winsome mouth,
And a wild raspberry.

A berry red, a guileless look,
A still word,--strings of sand!
And yet they made my wild, wild heart
Fly down to her little hand.

For standing artless as the air,
And candid as the skies,
She took the berries with her hand,
And the love with her sweet eyes.

The fairest things have fleetest end,
Their scent survives their close:
But the rose's scent is bitterness
To him that loved the rose.

She looked a little wistfully,
Then went her sunshine way--
The sea's eye had a mist on it,
And the leaves fell from the day.

She went her unremembering way,
She went and left in me
The pang of all the partings gone,
And partings yet to be.

She left me marvelling why my soul
Was sad that she was glad;
At all the sadness in the sweet,
The sweetness in the sad.

Still, still I seemed to see her, still
Look up with soft replies,
And take the berries with her hand,
And the love with her lovely eyes.

Nothing begins, and nothing ends,
That is not paid with moan,
For we are born in other's pain,
And perish in our own.

- Francis Thompson

A pillar stands alone

2005-02-18T20:17:00.000+05:00

Such a solitary figure
Tall and lean
Appealing from afar
Hardly visible from near
Yet so strong
Holding such burdens
So good to lean on
And take support
But a Pillar
always stands alone!

Sometimes....

2005-02-18T19:10:00.000+05:00

Why is it that
When you wanna laugh
Noone laughs with you
They seem hell-bent
on making you cry

Why is it that
When you wanna cry
Noone weeps with you
They laugh away your worries

Why is it that
When you wanna be touched
Everybody seems aloof
As if they're oblivious of you

Why is it that
When you wanna talk
There's noone to listen
Noone to respond
Noone to take in your words
And nurture them inside

Why is it that
When you wanna listen
You don't hear the right words
Or you hear too much
More than you care to hear

Why is it that
When you wanna die
You go on living
And when you wanna live
Death seems so imminent!

Unknown Journey

2005-02-06T14:14:00.000+05:00

4 months have passed.
But seem like 4 years
or may be 14.
So much has happened.
So much changed.
Yet all remains the same.
I stand here alone.
Enveloped by a crowd.
That swooshes past me.
Without ever touching.
But the vacuum surounding me
pierces me so hard.

I stand here alone.
Unable to move.
Unable to reach out.
Unable to cry loud.
My mind is frozen.
I ponder over my own existence.
Do I even exist?

No, it's all a dream.
Nobody seems to notice.
Nobody stops to look.
I'm so invisible.
I feel like a float.
Too heavy to sink,
yet too light to fly away.
And so I remain imprisoned
in my own shadow there.

I want to move on.
I want to walk away.
But my trail is undefined.
My journey too long.
Destiny's out of sight.
And so full of mist.
I hear so many noises
but can't see a single soul.
All are oblivious to me
or perhaps I to them.
So I must venture alone
on my sole journey
afraid of what to come
tired of my weary feet
not knowing where to go
yet going on nonetheless....

The Night Excites Me!

2004-10-02T23:58:00.000+05:00

The night makes me sad.... and makes me think.... and dream and fly.... It gives me a wild imagination.... and bizarre thoughts.... a wandering mind.... and a craving to write....

Alas! I've been too busy lately to write anything. But here's something I wrote earlier this year. A lot of my writings revolve around the night ....or darkness.

Unknown

In the dead of the night
When silence creeps in
And shadows speak loud
When the murmur of the heart
Slows down to a whisper
And the heat of mingling bodies
Shots up a notch

It's then the play starts
The game of passion
Of unsatiated thirsts
And of unfulfilled cravings

We all yearn to quench it
To lean forward and put a stop
To the mortal uncertainties
But we lie there unable to move
Waiting and glaring to see
The dawning of youth

Suddenly we're old
Like leaf from a fallen tree
We see, but can't see
We hear the songs
Of birds long gone
The humming of yesteryears

It runs on and long
Will it ever end?
Will there be oblivion?
Or will we end in ecstasy?

I Miss My Li'l Angel!

2004-10-02T13:21:00.000+05:00

It's been 3 days I haven't seen my lovely niece Michelle. Seen over the webcam, that is. Haven't been able to see her in real yet as she lives in NJ and me in Isloo :-(

She's now 51 days old Masha Allah. For the past 2 days she's got a cold (may be coz of the changing weather). Poor thing has a stuffy nose. I hope and pray she gets well soon.

In the picture below she's exactly 1-month old. So responsive, Masha Allah :-)

Smiling while lying on her tummy ;-)

Isn't she a doll? :-D

So my low of today has been not being able to see my Michelle sleeping in her swing.

High is of course the lovely weather. I get intoxicated by it ;-)

Winter has Arrived!

2004-10-02T11:58:00.000+05:00

So cool and rainy outside. Seems like winters are finally here. Sitting here enjoying the view outside, feeling the cool breezes brush against my skin giving rise to a number of sensations .... such lovely weather makes me happy and sad at the same time. I want to keep staring at it in amazement, enchanted with the purity of nature, letting it rake in me emotions lying low. I let the winds play with me, filling me with renewed vigour and contentment that I'm able to revel in such blessings. Thank you God, for giving us such wonderful gifts!

Interesting

2004-09-30T23:02:00.000+05:00

I was going through different blogs and found one which was dedicated to names only. Some listings were quite funny, like:

Two names I found listed in this order:
Brandi Born
Brandi Coffin

Erin X. Hale
(her parents did this on purpose)

PS:- Seems like I'm making up for the missed days ;-) Well, not really! Just found so much to write once I started. Dunno where's it coming from :-)

Happy Birthday, Nina!

2004-09-30T22:18:00.000+05:00

Today is my oldest and bestest friend Mehreen (aka Nina)'s birthday. I still remember the day we became friends 20 years ago. I was standing in my school courtyard waiting for my father to pick me up after an exam. She came up to me and said: "Mein woh hoon" (I'm she) :-)

I said: "I know". Not many words transpired after that, but I know we became fast friends right then and there.

All through these years there has been no change in our friendship. I don't remember ever having a single fight. Though I can hardly find anything in common between us (she is sooo naive and I'd always been precocious), yet we're closer than any friends I've ever known. No matter how long has passed, even if we remain out of touch for months at times, still when we talk again we never have to pick up the pieces or start afresh, we can always start from where we left off without missing a thing.

She's one of the few constants in my life. Thanks for being there, Nina! :-)

PS:- I hope and pray that her brother, who's ill with typhoid, gets well soon; and all their worries are replaced with lots of joys. Amen!

Caution!

2004-09-30T15:29:00.000+05:00

Just thought to post a warning for minors reading this blog. I'm an adult and hence, at times, might make use of language or information strictly for adults. I do not guarantee in any way that my blog is fit for reading by minors. So please use your own discretion, without any liability on my part. Thanks :-)

PS:- This, in no way, means I'd be posting anything obscene here. NEVER. However, there might be topics, statements or words not appropriate for children.

Disappearing Act

2004-09-30T14:32:00.000+05:00

Yes, I vanished! I warned you, didn't I! :-D After all, I'm a workaholic.

Wow! It's been whole 2 weeks. For 2 weeks, I let my thoughts come and go without taking note. At times I blocked them out; at times I didn't feel motivated enough to jot them down; at times I just didn't have the time.

I'd been wishing lately there were a 1000 hours in a day instead of 24. That way I could easily finish my work in 900 hours, I can sleep for 10 hours, and the rest 90 I can have fun. Wouldn't that be cool! ;-)

But really I DO need more than 24 hours. That's too little for as much as I do, not to mention lots more I wanna do.

Anyway till my wish is granted, let me get back to work and finish off as much as I can.

High of Today: When the adrenaline was running high coz I hadn't been able to submit my tax returns due to several screwups (sorry, can't find a nicer word) and it was the final day of submission. Anyway all's well that ends well, that's why I'm reporting it as a high instead of low ;-)

Low of Today: Got a scare when my wound from the surgery I underwent 6 months ago (myomectomy) started hurting. However it was just a false alarm, so I'm relieved and feeling much better now. Thank God! :-)

A Secret

2004-09-16T14:42:00.000+05:00

My English lecturer in FSc once said: "If a girl of 16 is not beautiful, it's not her fault; but if a woman of 40 is not beautiful, it is her fault."

She explained that at 16 every girl is naturally beautiful, if she's not there's not much she can do about it. But with time, our character traits start showing on our face. By the time we're 40, our face becomes a reflection of what we are - instead of the natural physcial beauty portrayed by it at 16. So if we're kind, our faces will look soft and gentle; if we're bitter, our faces will look harsh; and so on....

What do you wanna look like when you're older? Think about it!

Highs and Lows

2004-09-16T13:25:00.000+05:00

In the movie "The Story of US", Bruce Willis' charater was fond of stating his highs and lows of the day. That seemed a nice way of expressing one's emotions.

So my high of today is the lovely weather - the clouds and the cool breezes and the view outside my study window.

My low today is the hurting right knee that I accidentally smashed yesterday. Not too much of a low, but it's in pain :-)

Career Choice

2004-09-15T14:13:00.000+05:00

I mentioned in my previous post that I did MSc in Applied Psychology. Those of you that know me must be wondering what I'm doing working in a computer-related field. Well, I changed my field of interest so many times.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be a doctor. When I reached high school and actually studied Biology, I hated it. The only area that I liked in it was Genetics, which has nothing to do with Medicine. On the contrary, I loved Maths and Physics. So I opted for Pre-Engineering. I dreamt of becoming a computer engineer. But seems like I was destined for something else. I fell ill during final HSSC exams and hence couldn't do well. I wanted to take the exams again next year, so that I could get grades good enough for Engineering University. But instead my Mom convinced me not to waste a year and go for whatever's available. I wanted to take double Maths and Physics in my Bachelors, but that option was not available in the only girls college in Wah Cantt (where I was living at that time). My second option was double Maths and Stats, but even that was not given to me. So reluctantly I chose Statistics and Economics. But I found Economics too dull, didn't have aptitude for it. So after a few months, I switched over to Psychology. Coz by then, as a result of self-exploration, I had found out that I had a natural flair for this subject and could excel in it without effort. So I was just being lazy, eh! ;-) Actually I wanted to make use of my innate qualities.

After doing Masters in Applied Psychology, I wanted to go to the US for PsyD. But I didn't have the finances. So instead I opted for a Post-graduate Diploma in Clinical Psychology from the Punjab University, which I quit midway as I didn't find it worth doing. I tried practising for a while, worked in a special school as counselor. But I realized that there's still too much lack of awareness about Psychology here in Pakistan and hence no scope. I felt I wasn't able to contribute anything in the field under the current circumstances, so I left. But I'm a person who believes in making best use of my circumstances and not fretting about what's beyond my control. So I kept doing small stuff. I was interested in computers and hence got involved in web stuff - though I've never had any computer education. But I'm keen to learn, anything and everything, so I kept exploring and experimenting. I started out by voluntarily assisting in editing an ezine. Then I worked as coordinator for a small web project. In early 2001, I was hired as global coordinator by a sofware development company specializing in financial technologies. I'm still with this company and have risen to the position of a Manager. I love my work, it's challenging; so I'm enjoying my career so far, and have no thoughts yet of another switchover ;-)

The reason for such multiple change of fields was certaintly not a lack of interest in the field, rather I've found myself interested in so many fields. I believe that every person is multi-talented. There are a lot of avenues one can discover. Some more, some less, but usually there are quite a few things one can be good at. So it's not necessary to focus on just one. In fact one can try all, or at least some, as long he/she can derive pleasure from any one of them.

I've always believed: Do what you can enjoy; if you can't, don't do it. There's no use of doing anything half-heartedly, coz sooner or later it'll become a drag for you. And no use of living life if you can't live it fully.

Lazy

2004-09-15T13:11:00.000+05:00

I know I vanished for 4 days. Just been lazy :-D Thought to concentrate on work fully, and didn't find time.

When I was doing my Masters (I did MSc Applied Psychology with a major in Clinical Psychology), our head of department used to say: "We spend 50% of our lives sleeping, and even during the rest of 50%, most of the time we're looking for a break and some comfort. Well, we will get eternal rest eventually, won't it help to work now?"

So true! If we analyze our lives, most of it is just a waste. Either we do nothing, or we try to do nothing, or we run after things that end up in nothing.

Think about it. Meanwhile I'll work ;-)

An Old Piece

2004-09-10T18:11:00.000+05:00

This is one of my favorite pieces. I wrote it 3 and a half years ago. Sometimes I feel I haven't written anything later on to match its intensity.

Random Thoughts

They say time heals....
For me it keeps repeating itself....
The winds blow...
To keep my wounds afresh....
I feel my skin drying....
I see the blood flowing...
But it's all cold...
Where'd the warmth go?
Where are the hot flushes?
The laughters and the cries...
Mingle with the dead...
And become lost....
Yet life goes on......

Does it ever end?
It hasn't even started yet.
Confusion, excitement, relief...
Are they emotions?
Or are they just words?
Or pictures to see....
I watch myself live as someone else
I want to reach beyond...
And touch her...
I want to feel life...
But the images disappear...
It eludes me
I vanish into obscurity

Where am I now?
What touches me so?
What is this inside me?
Ready to explode....
It feels entrapped
Waiting to come oozing out...
Hold tight by my body...
Is it a child?
Is it a female?
Is it life?
Why are you scared?

Senses lose their presence
Wishes lose their horizons
Dreams shatter
Passions rebel
Pride falls to dignity
Who does it win?
None

Let's dance....
Let's dance to the tune...
Time engulfs us....
And life goes on......

Deception

2004-09-10T13:49:00.000+05:00

Life decieves us
and we decieve ourselves
It's a vicious cycle
History repeats itself
There's so much to learn
Yet all is wasted
Efforts are futile
We start from nowhere
and end up alone
We miss the journey,
the pleasures within
and the sanctity
of our being
We strive for the unknown
tearing everything apart
Reaching out to others
that vanish without fault
Will we ever realize
where we're going
Will we ever stop
to catch our breaths
Will we ever find
meaning to it all
Will there ever be
a lesson learnt?

A Saying...

2004-09-09T16:46:00.000+05:00

Michael @ antiblog notes a quote worth repeating:

"It is through the truthful exercising of the best of human qualities - respect for others, honesty about ourselves, faith in our ideals - that we come to life in God's eyes. It is how our soul, as a nation and as individuals, is revealed...."

- Bruce Springsteen

Mumbling or No Mumbling

2004-09-09T16:09:00.000+05:00

I was checking out Mumbling's ranking at Google when I found this site. The 1st poem there inspired me so much, that I'm quoting it here.

Beat Prayer for the New Millennium

I want Anne to remember the five important things.
I want a pet who does housework
a cup of lemonade
clarity before action
a checklist for morality
the courage of my voice.
I wish money was an option
dishes were an option
food was free, housing a gift.
I wish people could look at any face
and see what is familiar, what is family.
I wish the wealth was redistributed evenly
and still I had mine.
I want a new couch.
I want a home in California
five minutes from downtown Manhattan.
I want a man I can visit from time to time
who does everything I tell him to do
when I tell him to do it.
I wish I had the son that I have.
I want a publicity agent, a good mother.
I wish I was the genius for a change.

I want money, money, money, money.

I wish I was the man for one night
and my husband was the woman.
I wish the measure of wealth was memory--
that the national treasury housed the brutal battle
the shock of birth.
I wish stories were the exchange
a chicken for a story, an egg for a poem.
I wish topsoil was an historical landmark.
I wish the mother and child did not have to slam themselves
so violently apart.
I wish more of the things I learned in the seventies
still applied.

I wish my son never told me to shut up.
I wish I knew when to shut up on my own.
I wish payback for childhood was retroactive.
I wish a walking trail connected our homes.
I wish the mind was not such an ordinary animal
requiring a kick and slap to cross the smallest stream.
I wish desire was only a small dragon.
I wish my grandmother would visit again
in a dream, tell me the reasons to sing.

- Written by Patti Trimble

PS:- Again, please respect copyright and give credit. Thanks!

A Poem

2004-09-09T01:24:00.000+05:00

I write from time to time - whenever I'm NOT lazy enough to let my bizarre thoughts pass instead of catching them - not poetry, but just random lines or verses (if you can call them verses). But lately I've been lazy :-p

Oh well! You'll get to read something from me soon.

But for now here's something written by my friend Chocolate Fudge.

Butterfly Moments
Sometimes in life you come to a point where you want to spend the rest of your life in self denial...
you don't want to accept what you feel is real and true.
You begin to fear your own words,
your own thoughts and even your own trembling heart.
Yet there are times when you don't want to deny anything!
You want to admit you feel happy,
really happy like the way you have never felt before and you want to make no effort to hide it.
Because you have no control over yourself in spite of all the realities that stare you in the face –
you feel like a little child chasing butterflies.
You know you will NEVER catch it but you love its flight,
its gait, its colors and its beauty...
and your own dance of joy at this mesmerizing moment.
You just want to capture this sight in your heart,
the memory of this beautiful butterfly forever
so you can look back and say…
‘hey you know what... I have had some crazy butterfly moments in my life’.

PS:- While copying this poem, please give credit to Farah Usman aka CC Fudge. Thanks.

Another Blog

2004-09-08T20:06:00.000+05:00

Seeing us creating blogs, my father also got motivated and made one for himself. He is fed up with the hypocrisy in the world and wants to express his opinions on the general state of affairs in the world. I'm sure you will find a lot of serious postings and discussions on Hypocrisy Thy Name. For those of you deep thinkers out there, enjoy! :-)

Wasting Time

2004-09-08T01:07:00.000+05:00

I've found myself spending more time here than I should, fixing small things and just playing around. Oh this seems so tempting! ;-) Whereas earlier I was afraid I wouldn't find the time or the words to post here frequently, now I'm scared I might get hooked to it :-o

Anyway it's healthy activity - for me that is; for others the overdose might cause some side-effects ;-) But then I never said this is gonna be the best thing that has happened to you :-D

And I know I'm a narcissist. But thanks anyway :-)

My First Associations

2004-09-07T17:06:00.000+05:00

I couldn't think of any links to add to my blog except a couple of other blogs. My brother Zack has always been an ardent speaker and indulges so much and so vigorously in discussions and arguments that I sometimes find it hard to keep up ;-) Yet it's always interesting and enlightening to read what's he procrastinating on at the moment.

My chottee si shweet sis-in-law (other bro's wife) doesn't weep n whine as much as she's proclaiming in her blog. Though I'd been in a fix about starting a blog for long, she now became the motivating factor to finally get me going. Let's see which one of us is able to keep at it regularly now :-)

Back to work now....enough time wasted :-p

The Beginning

2004-09-07T01:44:00.000+05:00

Ah! Finally I've moved my lazy butt (I didn't actually move ;-) ) and brought myself to create a blog. So here it is. I just hope I don't become a sloth again and keep posting to it regularly. I have a habit of not jotting down the bizarre thoughts I have from time to time and letting them pass.... I'll make a try now to catch them before they become lost in the mist, so you might hear some of my mumbling. Don't bother if you can't understand half of it, I'll keep mumbling still :-D

Have a happy day!