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Why can’t life be chalk-n-slate?
Why can’t love tolerate?
Why can’t the chalk write the prospect?
Why can’t the duster erase the marks it’s left?

Why can’t life be all so paranomic?
Why can’t woes go dead with comic?
Why can’t the sun endure the dark?
Why can’t flowers bloom forever in the park?

Why can’t my parachute of hope dare the driving rain?
Why can’t anybody at all ease this piercing pain?
Why can’t the raindrops compete with my cry?
Why can’t promises swallow all the worldly lies?

Why can’t that comfort bracket brace me right on?
Why can’t anything just cheer me on?
Why can’t mummy tell I killed an ant on my fall anymore?
Why can’t my tide of memories make it to the shore?

Why can’t dark shadows brave those ghostly fears?
Why can’t faith still sound music to my ears?
Why can’t life bring little cheats so we’d know what’s ahead?
Why can’t peace rush back to my head?

Why can’t the rainbow paint my dream a landscape?
Why can’t my beliefs climb up to the cape?
Why can’t reasons flash back like a spark light?
Why can’t a magic wand set it all right?

Why can’t time run back to the very start?
Why can’t he vacate, when it’s been way too long I’ve vacated his heart?
Why can’t anything change my mind, nonetheless?
Why can’t… I ask myself, now that life’s turned a mess.

...and yet they ask, WHY!

1 million memories.
1 hundred thousand inside jokes.
10 thousand great times.
1 hundred secrets.
1 reason.
"Soul Mates"

How Are You Playing It?

Life is a game of cards.
You did not invent the game.
Nor did you frame the rules.
You have no control over the cards dealt to you.
But you are there to play...

A good player, even with a bad hand of cards,
will play well and emerge a winner.
A bad player, even with the best of cards,
will play badly and lose!

HOW ARE YOU PLAYING IT?

Sony In-Car DVD brings Pop Culture to Life

So THIRSTY, they gulped down an "R"

Sonax - Car Polish so clean you can see everythin in it!

Sony turns your ears into butterflies

Be the Cult!!

Pepsi turns the world xtremely RED, WHITE, BLUE

CORRECT YOUR AGE

Do you love mini curves?

No one grows Ketchup like Heinz

Awake and Alive

Of the thousand experiences we have,
We find language for one at most
And some merely by chance and without the care it deserves.

Buried under all the mute experiences are those unseen ones
That give our life its form, its colour, and its melody.
Then, when we turn to these treasures,
As archaeologists of the soul, we discover –
How confusing they are.
The object of contemplation refuses to stand still.
The words bounce off the experience,
And in the end, pure contradictions stand on paper.
For a long time, I thought it was a defect;
Something to be overcome.

Today, I think it is different.
That recognition of the confusion is the ideal path
To understand these intimate, yet enigmatic experiences.
That sounds strange, even bizarre, I know.
But ever since I have seen the issue in this light,
I have the feeling of being really awake and alive for the first time!

Dream Depths

Six times a day, after 864 hours and 51,840 seconds later, my dream has begun haunting me yet again – a dream I seemed to dream all night long. I wondered why I keep coming back to this place – The Bridge. There isn’t the slightest practical reason for it anymore. So why? I sit on the wooden crumbling steps at the entrance of my dream home, and have no idea why my heart is in my mouth. Why am I full of envy when I see faces flash before me as if they were at home here? What is it, why do I envy them?

Recently, when the window was open on a hot day, I heard voices and the stuttering answers of anxious people to questions that made me tremble too. Sitting inside there once more – no, that was certainly not what I wanted. In the cool dark hour of the night then, I met a man with a protruding, birdlike head, advancing towards me with a suspicious look. “What are you searching for here?” he asked, when I passed him. He had an asthmatic falsetto that sounded as if it came from a court in the hereafter. I stood still, without turning around. “I lived here for 2 years”, I said and was filled with contempt for myself when I heard how hoarse it sounded. For a few seconds, a perfect eerie silence reigned in the room. Then the man shuffled off.

Time came to a halt and held its breath as it never again did. All the faces that I envied now began to layer up, blurring my imagination, my most-cherished dream and the sight of my own, as I finally got my answers. I discovered those were the faces of budding lovers living in my home, leaving no corner for the one who sketched this picturesque dream, and tinted it with striking pastel shades. The one who nurtured the first lilies and roses in the park. The one who sang her far-flung compositions to the cuckoos. The one who welcomed the wind with her open arms. And the one who was once accompanied by them all in mind and in form, but no more.

Today, I have come to the belief that every moment is the last. What could, should be done with all the time now before me, open and unshaped, feather-light in its freedom and lead-heavy in its uncertainty? Now, isn’t it illogical to be afraid of it knowing that I shall no longer experience this sudden extinction?

When Eye Think of You...

A visual rhapsody of heavenly perfection,
Sweet thoughts of you running bare-foot through the garden of my mind.


In a whimsical interlude of intellectual conversation -
Your warm smile exudes like a summer sun pressed upon my brow.
Ideas of you, being "The most Beautiful" poem that God has ever written to me...

I Feel...

I want to be remembered as a girl who always smiles,

even when her heart is broken.

And the one who could always brighten up your day,

even if she couldn't brighten her own.

Love - Uncut, Unfinished

Why is that when I look at you, I see me?
How strange and confusing is that?
Although, somewhat different externally,
When searching within myself, I find you.
When searching to find you, I find remnants of me...
What am I looking for?
It cannot be defined... cannot be resisted.

So, farewell to my beginning and hello to my ending...
Unconditional love: is an unbiased and natural occurrence -
When a being see themselves in others,
There is no resistance, no judgment - just acceptance.

... and that's all that I believe!

I believe in the hands that wish to work hard.
I believe in the brains that love to think.
I believe in the mirror that never fails to reflect.
I believe each human must know why he is.

I believe in the lessons that people live through.
I believe in the emotions that run every day, every nerve.
I believe in the mind that laces up a running imagination.
I believe in how God created Earth so thoughtfully.

I believe in the silence that hears the needy.
I believe in the heart that knows to love.
I believe in the voice that says it cares.
I believe in the vision that foresees it all.

I believe in the chances life surprises with.
I believe in the dangers it beckons like clockwork.
I believe in the perceptions that make for opinions.
I believe in the soul that enlivens my own.

I believe in the courage that walks me thru rough lanes.
I believe in the goals that lure me to fly.
I believe in the faith that I absorb of myself.
I believe in the dreams that I dare to transform.

I believe to begin, it’s important to believe.
The reason, I believe in myself.
The reason, I am.

I BELIEVE...

The Most Important Relationship In Your Life

One day all the employees reached the office and they saw a big advice on the door on which it was written:

“Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym.”

In the beginning, they all felt sad about the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who was that man who hindered the growth of his colleagues and the company itself.

The excitement in the gym was such that security agents were ordered to control the crowd within the room.

The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up. Everyone thought: “Who is this guy who was hindering my progress? Well, at least he died!”

One by one the thrilled employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside it they suddenly became speechless. They stood nearby the coffin, shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul.

There was a mirror inside the coffin: everyone who looked inside it could see himself.
There was also a sign next to the mirror that said:

“There is only one person who is capable to set limits to your growth: it is YOU.”

You are the only person who can revolutionize your life.

You are the only person who can influence your happiness, your realization and your success.

You are the only person who can help yourself.

Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friends change, when your parents change, when your partner changes, when your company changes.

Your life changes when YOU change,

When you go beyond your limited beliefs,

When you realize that you are the only one responsible for your life.

“The most important relationship you can have is the one you have with yourself!”

Examine yourself, watch yourself. Don’t be afraid of difficulties, impossibilities and losses: be a winner, build yourself and your reality.

It’s the way you face life that finally makes the difference!

FIND OUT WHAT’S MISSING!

I wanted to take an opinion, I couldn’t.

I wanted to share a joke, I couldn’t.

I wanted to have fun, I couldn’t.

Just then I realized,

Something was MISSING.

Actually it was not something,

It was someone.

Infact, it was

not even someone,

It was YOU.

Your thoughts give me much happiness,

But I would really prefer YOU

Over your thoughts!

Struck by Tornado

I’ve been thru’ a tornado of emotions for more than 52 hours now. Sloshed, swept and scattered – in the floods of my own self. Caught in between eyes that only seemed to doubt. Words that echoed to my shell-like could be no bitter than what they heard. And the time to prove ‘em all was only task on high priority.

I don’t remember blinking.

I don’t remember eating.

I don’t remember being thirsty.

I don’t remember breathing, infact.

So deeply drowned was I, I didn’t know the way to the surface was upwards.

But, I survived. May be I was on artificial breathing, but that can’t be all. And so it wasn’t. Coz though I was all tattered-n-torn, my will remained intact.

My hope attained a higher altitude.

My conscience proved it was clearer than ever.

And thankfully, the biting cold war ended.

The unpleasant truth was believed, and I was rescued.

Snow melted, peace kissed me and freed me from the tragic mishap I invited myself.

Now, I look before I leap, and I think that’s what I shall live by – till I last.

Love me? Love my dog…

We all carry our personal dogs in our most valued relations. By dogs, I don’t mean fluffy, yapping four-legged creatures, but our bad habits, addictions, obsessions, over-possessiveness… things we can’t give up. And thrust them on our partner, hoping him/her to welcome it with open arms. Isn’t it too much to ask?

More often than not, these dogs are not the harmless, co-existing ones but ones that dig their teeth into the relation with the purpose of turning it into tatters. This dog might be important, irreplaceable for one but is abominable for the other.

The most common thing I have observed in couples is his habit of smoking which she is not able to get over with. She argues that he give up this wretched dog of his – “It is vile, unhealthy – can bring disease into the house.”

He gets mad and morose, says – “This dog was in my life even before I met you. You accepted me with this dog. Don’t try to change things. I am terribly attached to it. You have to accept it.”

She says – “I knew you had this dog but I hoped you would let it go once I stepped in. I am uncomplaining but somehow I can’t stretch my patience enough to cover both – you and your dog. There is not enough space in my heart.”

He argues that she expects a lot from him, whether it’s just a call, a voice she craves to hear of him, that says – “I care and I’ll be there!” But feelings belong to a different dictionary altogether for men and women, don’t they? As he gives back saying – “I can’t make peace with you and your dog – expectations. It creates an opaque wall between you and me.”

Such is life, dearies! This is the bone of discontent between the two of them. It causes the relation to go through a stress test. Who is to blame – him or her?

Such conspicuous or sometimes inconspicuous dogs nurtured by one and despised by the other exist in all homes, I believe. They can turn ugly a perfectly pretty picture. You can’t harp about the other loving you as you are, as you were.

Today, she ponders over what she got floored by – none of those dogs, for sure, but him – with a pretty mask, then. And ponders for even longer as she finds her answers marry him – for what he chooses to be, whether he understands, ignores and moves on, while she continues to gulp even graver dogs she never imagined she would – unconditionally.

Seasons change.
Feelings change.
Even iron contracts or expands with temperature.
Rocks do cave in with time as water cuts through them – day in and day out.

‘Change’ is the key, the fuel which can still keep the flame ignited. One cannot be oblivious to the signs of the weather.

Change for the better. Change for the ones you care.

So lets start by showing the exit door to the dog, thus creating some more amiable space.

After all, we love to see whom we love, do something for us – whether it means to change ourselves, only to see our loved ones happy. That’s what is real giving – the unconditional way, ain’t it?

You can...

You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.

Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.

Or you can do what she'd want –
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.