I long for eternity because there I shall meet my unwritten poems and my unpainted pictures. -Gibran

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My Inner Hero - Wizard!





There are many types of magic, but all require a sharp mind and a cool head. There is no puzzle I can't solve, no problem I can't think my way out of. When you feel confused or uncertain, you can always rely on me to untangle the knots and put everything back in order for you.



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I love the idea of Football..and Footballers!!!!

She exists.

She walked with pretendence resembling an inflated nothing.She stopped and smiled resembling a frown.She broke and cried resembling a prayer.She confused herself with the person she never was,still..she looked hopefully at the person she might have been.She held herself collecting all the little 'hers'..consuming all the little 'hers'.She didn't speak,She couldn't.She wasn't dumb either.She melted and spread the liquid her,got herself wet..and some more.But she dried the other her..she slowly learnt to.She lied naked among her other naked selves.All looking at eachother helplessly..and suddenly paused to hear a cry..one of them had died.Some wept,and a few smiled ungratefully resembling death.

Ah! something finally feels real.It needs no explanation,no expressions,no frills..no tantrums.It doesn't need you,(for once).It needs nobody,not even me.It needs no light,no darkness..no breeding place..no living place.It needs nothing!(for once).Never did i know inspite of not knowing something..i would actually understand most of everything!. This strange,yet known place seems only mine.This dark yet cold place seems most alive.This seemingly unfelt thing seems most felt.And for once i feel real..perhaps..most real.

I dont want to end this and.. that,but does end justify the means?

' Those who dance seem mad to those who dont here the music....'

To Kahlil Gibran,

(had written this after reading Kahlil Gibran for the first time..)

Dont know what to write or why am i choosing to write..but somewhere I totally wanted to get over you or maybe wanted to completely get into you.At this moment both feel same..infact all feel same.You gave me heartaches and glorified my existence for a moment.All came to a standstill and I desperately wanted everything to be translated to you..with a mild air of gratitude coupled with the fact of being able to be known to you.Behind those simple words you made me visualize what a world with 'nothing' in it would look like..or with everything in it would look like..What and how it is to feel at nowhere..everywhere..
Between these pauses and these confessions lies a mixed feeling of unreasonable query,bliss and anxiety..Hope you know how it feels.A helplessness of not being able to express feels more fulfilling,bounded with immense purple,the purple that oozes out helplessly after heartaches for which you may be the reason..heart is celebrating cluelessly..Thanks for being there..or were you always there?

Ekta. *less entangled*

Kahlil Gibran...

"The significance of a man is not in what he attains, but rather what he longs to attain"


"Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem "


"...So I become mad.
And I found freedom and security im my madness:the freedom of the solitude and the security for do not be understood, because that one who understand us enslave something in us."

walking..

the world hinders..
and i still walk.
lost in this stillness
lost in these thoughts...
wonder why it still seems am on a run..
and wonder why i begin to stop..begin to walk..begin to rock
rock in the stillness,rock in tis song..
pardon me if i were loud,
but can u hear me when i walk?

Dark

a dark music,
dying to survive..
surviving to.. die?!
where does the mystery unfold??
when do i sigh?
like a truth its naked,
like a lie i hide.
but when i hear every beat,
it echos in my own eye!!
..jus hoping to darken this music,
and slowly drift away..in this darkness..
a haunting silence emerges from somewhere,
and insanity magnifies..
and hey! there its lost,
and again i live...i die..
by faith...by law.

Blank

a blinking idea,
a shimmering desire..
all collapse at an exhausted hope.
perplexed tear, fails to fall..
intruding faith..immobile.
at a standstill i hear a call..
faintly familiar,
utterly distinct.
I regain vision,blinded by self.
I see nothing..
and nothing sees me.
Dark and damp
like tis cold feeling..
am flushed in tommorrow,
in the less known
in the more unknown.