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Sunday, March 7, 2010
Once upon a time
A Cobbler in the Scottish terrains walks with nonsense thoughts...
And he competed shine of shoes against shine of the green field half covered in light and half, the dark..once upon a time, he was a saint..
A Prisoner's life in 5 feet/10 feet cell depicts things we vaule nothing..
--> A few feet walk for him becomes a luxury... once a time in a day he is allowed to feel sunlight..
--> Value of money loses in mind and so.. the barter system takes social life in prehistoric.. In a way, individual identity loses its shrine in the 24/7 uniform..
--> Ridiculous things he or his family did back at home strolls his mind and memory.. He wants them more... Wife yelling at him, Son demanding Bike..and he,reading sunday newspaper..He misses them..
--> You have lot of time there to spend... you lose track of minutes...
--> The one thing that keeps you sane is A4 size writing pad and 2-3 pens.
--> You want to feel handsome when your wife shall be coming next Saturday and you shave..but the new shirt(white),you can't wear as you can be confused with jail staffs..
--> At your mother's funeral, you may be allowed to attend,and console yourself and family.. After the rituals, you may feel to stay back.. But you feel the loneliness back in the cell that day..
--> The day you are released, you become a changed human being who has deeply experienced what is family and what means freedom, till then you have experienced it in books only...
-Once upon a time, he was free but not open... Once upon a time.
And he competed shine of shoes against shine of the green field half covered in light and half, the dark..once upon a time, he was a saint..
A Prisoner's life in 5 feet/10 feet cell depicts things we vaule nothing..
--> A few feet walk for him becomes a luxury... once a time in a day he is allowed to feel sunlight..
--> Value of money loses in mind and so.. the barter system takes social life in prehistoric.. In a way, individual identity loses its shrine in the 24/7 uniform..
--> Ridiculous things he or his family did back at home strolls his mind and memory.. He wants them more... Wife yelling at him, Son demanding Bike..and he,reading sunday newspaper..He misses them..
--> You have lot of time there to spend... you lose track of minutes...
--> The one thing that keeps you sane is A4 size writing pad and 2-3 pens.
--> You want to feel handsome when your wife shall be coming next Saturday and you shave..but the new shirt(white),you can't wear as you can be confused with jail staffs..
--> At your mother's funeral, you may be allowed to attend,and console yourself and family.. After the rituals, you may feel to stay back.. But you feel the loneliness back in the cell that day..
--> The day you are released, you become a changed human being who has deeply experienced what is family and what means freedom, till then you have experienced it in books only...
-Once upon a time, he was free but not open... Once upon a time.
I
I rose years apart,
the Sun that never depart....
A felony caused the tryst,
beside the bank of my country,
Reminds me of the sorrow,
Sometime,
Somewhere is tomorrow,
Picking a lost feather,
I placed on my throne,
I am the king ruling none...
I am a part of soul I search,
A tryst with a droplet..
Of a spring that dried,
keeping in my palm yet..
a pinch of dream..
it would be ocean,
sometime,
Someday...
the Sun that never depart....
A felony caused the tryst,
beside the bank of my country,
Reminds me of the sorrow,
Sometime,
Somewhere is tomorrow,
Picking a lost feather,
I placed on my throne,
I am the king ruling none...
I am a part of soul I search,
A tryst with a droplet..
Of a spring that dried,
keeping in my palm yet..
a pinch of dream..
it would be ocean,
sometime,
Someday...
Whats on your mind
People want to say many things here,
things that means to them,
that are insdide,
sometimes paining or killing inside,
or sometimes the joys they feel,
they want to share,
everone wants to drop an apple pie,
or a pickle from the paining salty heart,
they do share,
Alas ! they know,
they know...
Like them,
every one...
No one listens as deep,
as in sonority they feel,
or if passer by waits to hear,
sometime they cheer,
And they move on,
leaving us with what we had to share,
Alas ! Life in short,
leaves us with a face,
One's Own journey,
One's own Experiences,
Silent in grave,
Silent in Grace........Saurabh Siddhartha
things that means to them,
that are insdide,
sometimes paining or killing inside,
or sometimes the joys they feel,
they want to share,
everone wants to drop an apple pie,
or a pickle from the paining salty heart,
they do share,
Alas ! they know,
they know...
Like them,
every one...
No one listens as deep,
as in sonority they feel,
or if passer by waits to hear,
sometime they cheer,
And they move on,
leaving us with what we had to share,
Alas ! Life in short,
leaves us with a face,
One's Own journey,
One's own Experiences,
Silent in grave,
Silent in Grace........Saurabh Siddhartha
Nopera
Swear in my name,
lest you do right,
The fright hasn't yet be,
Moment though ye' cherish,
And I hear,
Blue blood spitting around,
I sense a sound,
Once upon a time,
A time,
Once......
lest you do right,
The fright hasn't yet be,
Moment though ye' cherish,
And I hear,
Blue blood spitting around,
I sense a sound,
Once upon a time,
A time,
Once......
Thief
Sheriff-"Twice it happened & I am not going to leave you"
Thief- "But we needed papers to paint, haven't had a dime to purchase" ?
Sheriff- It isn't my fault you buggers !! When you shall grow 18 you would realize this of your act invites imprisonment.
Thief- I know, mom taught me not to pee outside or ghost comes, not to lie or devil comes, and now the prison comes. Sheriff ! haven't seen any of them.
Thief accidently drops a locket from his pocket...and leaves
And now he steals locket... for... It was the only gift from his belated Grandfather while on bed..
It has been 30 years....
And in Nevada, the sheriff is now actor,
believing the locket he found is so lucky !!
Thief- "But we needed papers to paint, haven't had a dime to purchase" ?
Sheriff- It isn't my fault you buggers !! When you shall grow 18 you would realize this of your act invites imprisonment.
Thief- I know, mom taught me not to pee outside or ghost comes, not to lie or devil comes, and now the prison comes. Sheriff ! haven't seen any of them.
Thief accidently drops a locket from his pocket...and leaves
And now he steals locket... for... It was the only gift from his belated Grandfather while on bed..
It has been 30 years....
And in Nevada, the sheriff is now actor,
believing the locket he found is so lucky !!
Luckie
Zinischk, a lawyer settled in India around 1960. He was interviewed in 2009 because of his uniqueness. What was it, let's discover.
1.) He never spent money on food.
Zinischk--- What I'll do there ?
----> "You are coming, okay ! It is Roosi Bhartiya friendship. Its my marriage.
Z- Fine ! If you insist, but would love to stay with you for 2 days, we would have fun & vodka.
Just an example"
Anyways ! he had more than 500 friends, so parties , parties and parties..... No appetite room.
2) He never spent on travel... He just asked for lift and moved here and there. Whether it be Truck, Buses, Bikes (often), scooters etc.
3) He never spent money for home. His rooms were sponsored by his rich clients for simple consultations.
4) He earned & Earned only, he went as a guest lecturer to various colleges and got Books as gifts whatever he demanded for research.(Travel expenses were given by universities)
IF YOU THINK,
THIS IS FICTION....
AND PLATONIC,
IT IS NOT WRONG..... YES ! IT IS FICTION......... WHAT A LIFE ?
JUST ZINISCHK"
1.) He never spent money on food.
Zinischk--- What I'll do there ?
----> "You are coming, okay ! It is Roosi Bhartiya friendship. Its my marriage.
Z- Fine ! If you insist, but would love to stay with you for 2 days, we would have fun & vodka.
Just an example"
Anyways ! he had more than 500 friends, so parties , parties and parties..... No appetite room.
2) He never spent on travel... He just asked for lift and moved here and there. Whether it be Truck, Buses, Bikes (often), scooters etc.
3) He never spent money for home. His rooms were sponsored by his rich clients for simple consultations.
4) He earned & Earned only, he went as a guest lecturer to various colleges and got Books as gifts whatever he demanded for research.(Travel expenses were given by universities)
IF YOU THINK,
THIS IS FICTION....
AND PLATONIC,
IT IS NOT WRONG..... YES ! IT IS FICTION......... WHAT A LIFE ?
JUST ZINISCHK"
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
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