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
Sunday, October 9, 2011
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
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
SWEETNESS OF PAIN
Even pains are sweet
If we know the art
In fact pains are sweeter
Like a bud with nectar
It bears in its womb intensity
And can blossom into beauty.
mashoodkk
If we know the art
In fact pains are sweeter
Like a bud with nectar
It bears in its womb intensity
And can blossom into beauty.
mashoodkk
Saturday, July 9, 2011
A SPIRITUAL REUNION
With all my morosity
You never deserted me
To all my apathy and rudeness
You replied in eloquent silence
Yes..many times you did sob and weep
I saw those tears while you were asleep.
The books I flirted with
Instead of your warmth
Never had any answers
Here I return to thy bosom
For the breast milk of wisdom
Give me an embrace
Accept my apologies.
mashoodkk
You never deserted me
To all my apathy and rudeness
You replied in eloquent silence
Yes..many times you did sob and weep
I saw those tears while you were asleep.
The books I flirted with
Instead of your warmth
Never had any answers
Here I return to thy bosom
For the breast milk of wisdom
Give me an embrace
Accept my apologies.
mashoodkk
INTENSE LIVING
If I had the faintest idea,
Of what I was longing for
I would have searched for it.
Strange is this language
Intense is this thirst.
A melody from somewhere far
Kindling the core of my heart
With burning passion and blind eyes
I am after the source of my unrest
My inspiration, my salvation.
mashoodkk
Of what I was longing for
I would have searched for it.
Strange is this language
Intense is this thirst.
A melody from somewhere far
Kindling the core of my heart
With burning passion and blind eyes
I am after the source of my unrest
My inspiration, my salvation.
mashoodkk
Thursday, July 7, 2011
ELUDING SHADOW ....
Thy was my shadow all through
Why I never did see you
Oh my beloved, thy taught me
The sweetness of intensity.
mashoodkk
Why I never did see you
Oh my beloved, thy taught me
The sweetness of intensity.
mashoodkk
INNER ALCHEMIST
While I was desperately seeking,
Burning apart like a forsaken being
Oh! Alchemist in my trembling heart
How did I miss your melodious beat.
mashoodkk
Burning apart like a forsaken being
Oh! Alchemist in my trembling heart
How did I miss your melodious beat.
mashoodkk
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