Tears

It’s so true, love’s always a matter of life and death!

When love shares a reality life is like really living with a meaning,
When it doesn’t life’s like leaving without a meaning.
It’s just a matter of time; when one’s mind gets lost for a while and all the clamouring morbid thoughts will rise into an ultimate reality. Till then he’s a joker and thereafter he’s a glorified joker.
Can only thank all without blaming.

L-VE

To my everything.

L-ve.

The Word cried its heart out in anguish: “I really miss something. And I so much feel the emptiness. Oh no! I can’t hold it any longer.”

The Meaning bellowed in agony: “I am fed up with stuffing your paunch always with meaning.”

The Mind advised: “Oh! come on guys. Balance your emotions. Get reconciled. For this is a very important day for you. Don’t you know it?!”

“Oh, really? First, you really learn to use it like you mean it even before you think to advise us.” The Word and Meaning together shouted in unison.

Above all of them, Time grinned maliciously.

Hi Des

It would be absurd if I ask, would the moon ever be sad over a setting sun and the night over an ending day…

But I do see the moon is gloomy and the night is weeping… 

 

P.S. Des, pls get back to me at anthonisbri@gmail.com all the rest is blocked… 

would you?

Wanted to tie my heart up.
For, stark raving mad it goes, 
Like an eccentric drunkard it dances, 
Like a cast-off soul it wanders around. 
Away it goes… Away it goes…

Save me. Emancipate me.
Will you?

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Why? Why?

In this world of virtual realities even if u could prove that you are so real the other might easily sarcastically neglect you saying:

“No, it never can be true. To be real is so unreal.”

For them:
“Being so true is like living a lie.”

Why it’s so tough to accept it? Why it’s so hard to acknowledge it?
I hate this….

“look into the vastness” , she told me.

To my Dearestest Sparrow ❤

More passionately he approaches her, more intensely he kisses her after each time he falls back. 

The inseparable love of shores and waves!

 The waves whispered shores “Never fear even if I turned into a wild wave consuming you completely. For, you drive me crazy and I can’t be otherwise.” 

 

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Blessed are those who live like Children…

She (my niece) cried. Then her LKG teacher told “Shame… shame…Good girls won’t cry. Be strong. You see lord Krishna over there. He’s got a magical flute in his hands and a sweet tune on his lips. You want to listen that? Then do not cry.”

She stopped crying.

She cried. Then her mother shouted: “Don’t cry, you little….. Did u know that Lord Jesus resurrected in this year as well without any technical issues or any delay in it ? So, if you keep on crying, well, He will take u from me on His way back to His heavenly abode. Do you want that?”

More intense became the cry.

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                                          (With her friend)
She told me later: “Uncle, I love Lord Krishna you know. For, he’s got a magical flute in his hands and a sweet tune on his lips. And, Jesus is a kidnapper I believe. I don’t want him.”

“Lol. Cry more then, Rose. Perhaps, you might get introduced to more Gods. Because in India itself we’ve got 320 million Gods you know.” I replied.

FB

1. FB (for many at least) is nothing but a fisherman’s hope that the very next moment i’ll get a big fish.

2. It is the breast that gifted by a genorous mind to breastfeed man’s fantacies.

Dedicated to the young who asked me a definition for the FB. Well, I didn’t get something different on that time.

Vitue-al?

Personality became IDs.

Emotion turns to be status updates,

Wherein sympathy is “to like”, empathy is “to share”,

And apathy is scrolling down or up without looking into it.

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                       (Drawn by our Art Director Shaji)

“Chatting” glorified as loving

And “Calling” as its expression.

Virtual reality becomes life.