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Sunday, June 26, 2005

In The Serendipity of Contingent Doom or The Predestination?

Wandering aimlessly, here and there,
Don't know why, and don't know where.

Life in the deep is like a splenetic briar!
Deprived of the virtues, the brutes flair.
Far from the truth, is my haunted lair
where the earth seems like the Vanity Fair.

Wandering aimlessly, here and there
Jeering at the retrospect of life's mere

Lost since the ages, is the men with his wanton spleen
and for all the woods, that stand withered of lush Green
Darker are the days, than the gloomy and dismal nights
In the camouflage of dark shadows upon seraphic lights

Wandering aimlessly, here and there
Smothered of deeds, the meeds in sere

Bereaved of truth and Peace, the Cur's fight
Deflowering the Love, from their hearts sight
Cleaving to all the hopes, in the illusive might
Evanescent Life; Thus sails in the Nature's right

Wandering aimlessly, here and there
Cruising for the Destiny, that is nowhere.

Solitude - Where The Silence Speaks

Every human being lives in his personal world, made up of experiences and convictions, some acquired in life, others inherited from family, environment and nature. Solitude and “distance” are closely connected. We feel alone because may be we perceive the world around us as something foreign and often hostile.
Solitude should be understood, rather than fled from; when we try to escape from what lies inside ourselves, wherever we go it reappears to torment us because it is a problem we carry inside.
Solitude vests us with the myraid opportunities to open oneself up to the inherent thoughts, the mysteries of nature, the possible senses of superiority or inferiority, and learning a greater ability to communicate and express
and represent the best premise to oneself . In solitude one can depict the best possible picture of the self.


Oh!, Solitude how blissful are thee!!
Here I stand in glee, careless and free.

Oft in silence, My shadow speakth, and I Listen
to all the Sweet Thoughts that make me glisten.
Where, I put myself to the fame and ignominy
Blessed is the life in true peace and harmony.

Oh!, Solitude how blissful are thee!!
In you, I discern the very eternal of me.

Solitude affords the needed opportunity of regaining heaven's perspective on the mysteries of life.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

The Memoirs

Every man has reminiscences which he likes to recollect and share with almost all the people whom he knows. Few other persuits, he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends. He has other annals in his mind, which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. But there are other ambience that a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in the realms of his mind. The more decent he is, the greater the number of such things in his mind.

When from dark error’s subjugation
My words of passionate exhortation
Had wrenched thy fainting spirit free;
And writhing prone in thine affliction
Thou didst recall with malediction
The vice that had encompassed thee:
And when thy slumbering conscience,
fretting
By recollection’s torturing flame,
Thou didst reveal the hideous setting
Of thy life’s current ere I came:
When suddenly I saw thee sicken,
And weeping, hide thine anguished face,
Revolted, maddened, horror-stricken,
At the memories of foul disgrace.

No greater grief than to remember the days of joy when misery is at hand
- Dante Alighieri