Eco friendly publicity

So now Abhishek Bacchan is eco friendly too.
Promoting Idea in the Avatar of a Kalpavriksha
"Use mobile, save paper"

What an Idea sir-jeee!!

time for me to be eco-friendly too

To all the viewers of Saas-bahu serials, victims of cold, n my fellow research mates:

Use handkerchief, save paper.

Lunatic Rantings

I am a big big girl
in a big big big world
and big girls dont cry (or so say Emilia n Fergie).

But this mad mad world
is filled with mad mad people
who make each other sad.

just as Lewis Caroll had expressed through his book about a topsy turvy world:

“'But I don’t want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can’t help that,' said the Cat. 'We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.'
'How do you know I’m mad?' said Alice.
'You must be,” said the Cat. 'or you wouldn’t have come here.'”

Real world more weird, no?

Yup. you're mad. or else u wouldnt be reading this. 

Freedom in chains

a man is born free
but everywhere he is in chain
he may have his hands free
but 'destiny' is his refrain

when the mind is abound
its soul mate is yet to be found
and when the heart finds its mate
some leave it up to their fate

some believe in the signs
some in spontaneity
they do not know what they want
and wallow in self pity

the path we take
in the name of future impending
is usually overshadowed
by our past continually nagging

yet, humanity, it flourishes!
all sing its glory!
if only we could be so blind
and ignore the real story

a man is born free
but everywhere he is in chain
he may have his hands free
but 'destiny' is his refrain.

The Aftermath

Morning woke me up
Not that I was sleeping;
I just happened to cross the line
Between inactivity and day dreaming.


Something was irritating me
It was so easy to kill;
One stroke, one sharp twist,
Required no skill.


Oh, dead it is, I saw it die
But it left behind a stain;
However cold you may be inside
You will still feel the pain.

Colors of love

Oh well its valentine's day... thought could write something :P

Love, can be red
A long stemmed rose, on my bed

Love, can be blue
A perfect sky, for me and you

Love, can be green
Alive, young, fresh and serene

Love, can be orange
Possessive, obstinate, illogical and strange

Love, can be purple
A passionate, spirited, deep ensemble

Love, can also be black
The darkest night, a wall to be painted back.

Ghost

There is a ghost right behind my back
who appears in dead black
whispering continually
i choose to ignore usually;
today i heard it say,
how long are you gonna stay?
one day, your mask will crack
I wont be there on your back
that day who will speak?
I, you, or some other freak?

Loneliness

I wander on the streets

Stare at the night sky

Stare at the moon

And the horde of stars passing by

The empty street

The trees against the sky

See them standing still

Their boughs stretched at the sky

What do they yearn?

What do they seek?

Solace from this world?

Filled with decaying reek?

Solace, if it only could be found

Peace, can it ever be found?

Silent screaming

Hopes drowned

Smile, I smile at the moon

I find my solace

Yes,

Within my loneliness.