There was wind in my hair, I used to move with gay abandon, careless about the world. Where have those days gone?
I wanna feel the same energy in my feet, same enthusiasm in my spirit, same crazy idea about the world, spewing random lines without any care in world.
C'mon get up on yer feet, the energy is still bublin', a lil' under the surface though, c'mon tap it, don't waste it, let the turbine of your life harness it.
Don't waste no time, no more, this is the tipping point. See the happiness in their faces, the joie de vivre.
Every second counts from now onwards...........
PS: Nostalgia hit :-)
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Kaafir
Khuda ke waste parda na Kaabe se utha Zaalim,
Kahin aisa na ho yan bhi wohi kafir sanam nikle.
-- Mirza Ghalib
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Power to the Small Massive
Found the video for '1000 Broken Mirrors', one of my all time Fav's
Another of my fav's, I gotta buy one of those ADF T's
njoy maadi
Another of my fav's, I gotta buy one of those ADF T's
njoy maadi
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Whirlpool
Walking 24 miles in a night, over those rocky mountains, sharps rocky edges, snow filled crevices, dragging sheru all the way. I still can't fathom was it the fear of death that carried me through or was it my all-encompassing hatred for her. I still wonder was the fear stronger or the hatred more vicious? Was it the fear that emanated from love of life or the hatred that sprung from love of my life?
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