Uncertainty is my reality
And death is my certainty
So is my resurrection
And my salvation.
mashoodkk
Friday, December 9, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
DESTINED
Whichever race I run
Whomever I meet
Whatever I learn
However I fight
My destination remains same
It is my lonely grave
Similar is the story of my soul mate
My shadow is my death.
mashoodkk
Whomever I meet
Whatever I learn
However I fight
My destination remains same
It is my lonely grave
Similar is the story of my soul mate
My shadow is my death.
mashoodkk
THE FIRST WHITE STRAND
In that first white strand
Over the darkness of my head
I saw the dawn of my desk
The maiden smile of death
Somewhere in the heart sprung a quiver
Melodious music of the primal fear.
mashoodkk
Over the darkness of my head
I saw the dawn of my desk
The maiden smile of death
Somewhere in the heart sprung a quiver
Melodious music of the primal fear.
mashoodkk
Monday, December 5, 2011
Journey For the Elixir
Kid, fed up by their stories
Set out for his journey
Into the moonlit terrains
To uncover his mythology
Swam through the venom of death
For the elixir of life
A new vibration in breath
Fragrant existential pride.
mashoodkk
Set out for his journey
Into the moonlit terrains
To uncover his mythology
Swam through the venom of death
For the elixir of life
A new vibration in breath
Fragrant existential pride.
mashoodkk
Monday, November 28, 2011
MY LITTLE HOME, MY BLISSFUL ABODE
All mine eyes wanted to see
Was their ovation before me
But when the time came
I was blind sublime
All my ears longed
Was their applause aloud
But when the time came
I was deaf sublime
I ran the wrong race
Lost in many a maze
But in the lap of destiny
And the angel of honesty
Took me home
My blissful abode.
mashoodkk
Was their ovation before me
But when the time came
I was blind sublime
All my ears longed
Was their applause aloud
But when the time came
I was deaf sublime
I ran the wrong race
Lost in many a maze
But in the lap of destiny
And the angel of honesty
Took me home
My blissful abode.
mashoodkk
Sunday, October 9, 2011
SPIRIT OF LIFE - AN ELEGY
Poems from the pages of life
Cannot always afford the luxury of rhymes.
Yet a few, out of stray pebbles
Creates structures that delights
Thou art one among them rare, Steve
A music to the spirit of life, addictive.
mashoodkk
Cannot always afford the luxury of rhymes.
Yet a few, out of stray pebbles
Creates structures that delights
Thou art one among them rare, Steve
A music to the spirit of life, addictive.
mashoodkk
Musings on Steve Job's Stanford Address
Throughout he is trying to say something......saying the same thing in myriad ways.....
Is it so?
THE IMPORTANCE OF HAVING THE RIGHT PERSPECTIVE
......with which one could metamorphosize anything.....be it a colorless childhood....a blank youth.....fall from grace .....or even death.....
I think so.
What struck me more was that he was trying to convey that they are seeded in things which "science cannot capture".....at least in its entirety......
After all Steve Jobs does not seem like a person who would walk seven miles to the Krishna temple, just for a free meal.....
Anyway these are just personal opinions....
After all "We are all gonna be dead soon. There is no reason not to 'speak' our heart"
RIP Steve.
mashoodkk
Is it so?
THE IMPORTANCE OF HAVING THE RIGHT PERSPECTIVE
......with which one could metamorphosize anything.....be it a colorless childhood....a blank youth.....fall from grace .....or even death.....
I think so.
What struck me more was that he was trying to convey that they are seeded in things which "science cannot capture".....at least in its entirety......
After all Steve Jobs does not seem like a person who would walk seven miles to the Krishna temple, just for a free meal.....
Anyway these are just personal opinions....
After all "We are all gonna be dead soon. There is no reason not to 'speak' our heart"
RIP Steve.
mashoodkk
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