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Whispers in the air in a language long forgotten Whispers that would lead the world to it's true glory if one only lent one ear to listen Not two, just the one ear will have to do For the whispers are loud enough to be heard by one ear And yet it's not heard at all, by any one 82 billion years have since passed Not a soul had yet responded to his feeble call Forgotten the dialect stays but still the Whisperer never gives up One day, one person will hear He's weary, so very weary of this overdue and unfinished task So deeply entrusted by The One He cannot give up, not now when he's waited this long Louder he will whisper for that's all he can do Futile it might be for the world is going to get noisier still What chance does He hold of saving the world Close to nothing. So on the lone Whisperer lives With one hope and one supreme message Once it's delivered He'd be set free He would cease to whisper And so he himself will cease to be Which...

Zack and Phil made burgs on the grill And fell prey to sonorous laughter 'Cause shacks were few and slacks were lewd In the beach town of Gringrosher And there they stayed with sweet summery bouquets Sprawling gardens rich with floppy farters Who smelled like roses on decorative coffins  Of long dead and forgotten corpses There in the sand lay a pebble so grand For it spoke and sounded sharper Than any other pebble if there were any other That bespoke and made one slaughter

I stumbled across this too and thought hell might as well put this up too and delete from the computer: Written in August, '10 Sometimes it's okay to cry. sometimes it's good too. more the tears, signify you're closer to no tears at all. you could write someone off your conscience, your mind, your everything the more you cry about that person. Because after a while. the tears don't come anymore. Maybe I am getting bitter. But every single time I cry. It's more for you, than it is because of you. And honestly. I don't think the tears have helped my case much. Even after I am done with them I cannot erase or deny not feeling what I feel. I feel overwhelmed. Every time I think of you. And as much as I say I am over you. I am still nervous when you're around. I am so glad you're so far away. Is that a terrible thing to say? It's okay to want and need and dream about reciprocation. I am not hurting anyone. I hate her. I hate y...

I wrote this 2 years ago and thinking it was too lame to be put up I didn't. But I stumbled across it now and realized I have WAY too much nonsense up on this blog and it's not like anyone's judging/reading so might as well put this shit up too. Here goes: Now I'm going to start rambling about this. You've probably stumbled across this sort of post around many blogs because it's so overdone, but, i'm in a cheesy mood right now and this train of thought has entered my station of mind so i've decided to go ahead and go on with it and ramble because cheesy's all i've got, for now. So, my (loyal or forced-at-gun-point) readers, i'm going to start this cheesy ramble. Be warned. Okay, now, every person at some point in their lives begin to question oneselves, others, just question, what is love? And I at 17 it's just been long enough for me to come to terms with this great word and start to understand and analyse it. So here comes the ra...

God was devised by man to escape fear. History is just a set of lies everyone has agreed upon. It's never dark enough for the moonlight to shine through Sometimes the only person that can fix you is the one that broke you. We are tomorrow's past. Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them. God always punishes us for what we can't imagine. Any fool with steady hands and a working set of lungs can build up a house of cards and then blow it down, but it takes a genius to make people laugh. Delay is preferable to error. Few women admit their age. Few men act theirs. The only reason some people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory. Thought is free. Prior planning and preparation prevents poor performance. It is far better to discharge one's prescribed duties, even though faultily, than another's duties perfectly. Destruction in the course of performing one's own duty is better than engaging in another's ...

It was an odd day of sorts. In the morning she woke up of her own accord without the faithful supplication of her alarm. In the afternoon she found 2 different coloured and styled slippers, one of right and one of left each sitting right in the middle of the street, in perfect, almost comical arrangement. And in the night she Vicks-ed her lips and Vaseline-d her nose as she sat in the dark in front of her closet. It was tingling, her mouth felt like the aroused tips of mint leaves. She was the queen of attention to detail, or so she believed. But today all her basic instincts were off. It was one of those days where before you cross the road you forget to look left and right, you look only right, and cross, and yet miraculously survive. As she lay herself down on the bed she saw a speck of silver bright light, ever so subtle and lonely, like a lost little boy, blink out of the darkness. Tonight he's coming, she thought. She knew it deep down. It had been long since this h...

A woman aged 17, gentle at heart and sound of mind, and pink of health, got married to a man of 27, strong of build, and equally solid of character. This story is set in Mumbai, India. Slummy Mumbai might I add. It was like most indian marriages arranged very ideally by well meaning and sensible parents. Now let's name them since I didn't know of their names. The man seemed very Raju ish. And the woman seemed very Aradhana ish. Okay so, Raju and Aradhana lived a nice enough life and from the love they shared soon a baby boy was conceived. Aradhana, 19 and heavily pregnant was rushed to the hospital one early February morning when her water broke. Raju was at her side, at his supportive strong best. The doctors decided after hours of deliberation that a C-section would be the best course of action to take and Raju not being able to see his wife in the pain she was going through, readily consented. 22 years later, I was at that same hospital. It was my 7th or 8th visit in the ...