I awoke to a strange dream today
With no background score in play
And not in the cast, you were
neither it was nightmare in genre
I’ve too much pride in me
to let you cause that to me
I remember no memoirs of you so stark
no times I spent with you so dark
that a flavor so bitter it felt
Left a strange taste in my mind as I slept
But from where came those questions
and those dream time interrogations
Who were the people who spoke
about you and kept me on hook
It was unexpected to ask me that
And declare it an open fact
You mayn’t believe in some ideas
As you turn them down, amused even I was
But for me it wasn’t even a question. I thought
so insignificant that an explanation you’d sought
I wonder what to do of the dream reel
And it gives a cold & strange feel
I would like to sleep again
Dream and imagine something else sane
and So in appreciation of your contempt
true respect, here in me I’ve always kept
for all your methods and ways I’ve known
But this is a dream that I don’t wish to own
it’s a dream I leave at your doorsteps.
A dream I left at your doorsteps.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Infinite Randomness
Infinite randomness stares at me
I neither fail nor fully succeed to see
The meaning and the pattern behind
It just tickles all the time, my mind
What is the purpose and the algorithm
of this confusion with all of them
in the boiling cauldron of thoughts
And what if it boils down to nought
What is the sense and meaning
in this expanse of randomness
What is that differentiates this
from that which is apart the randomness
Is it difficult to make sense
or more difficult to make nothing at all.
I neither fail nor fully succeed to see
The meaning and the pattern behind
It just tickles all the time, my mind
What is the purpose and the algorithm
of this confusion with all of them
in the boiling cauldron of thoughts
And what if it boils down to nought
What is the sense and meaning
in this expanse of randomness
What is that differentiates this
from that which is apart the randomness
Is it difficult to make sense
or more difficult to make nothing at all.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
An apple a day!
An apple a day,
Keeps mediocrity away
A whacky idea each morning,
Keeps the spirit flowing
Rejecting many, embracing few,
Keeps the love in life anew
My religion is redefined in you
And my prayers rise for you.
Keeps mediocrity away
A whacky idea each morning,
Keeps the spirit flowing
Rejecting many, embracing few,
Keeps the love in life anew
My religion is redefined in you
And my prayers rise for you.
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