A Snippet from my daily ramblings with shAq

>>Aankha: We, on our side, are praying to Him to give us victory, because we believe we are right; but those on the other side pray to Him, too, for victory, believing they are right. What must He think of us?
~ Abraham Lincoln

>>Aankha: Which is it, is man one of God's blunders or is God one of man's?
~ Nietzsche

>>Aankha: If you talk to God, you are praying. If God talks to you, you have schizophrenia.
~ Thomas Szasz

>>Aankha: Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god.
~ Jean Rostand

>>Aankha: I like your Christ; I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.
~ Mohandas Gandhi

>>shAq: ok... why are you going into god business?

>>shAq: that last one applies to all

>>Aankha: it is soooooooo ironically funny

>>shAq: God books from Hitchhiker's guide to galaxy are also funny.

>>shAq: do you remember the name?

>>shaQ: names?

>>Aankha: yeah?? haven't read any!!

>>shAq: leh..

>>shAq: wait

>>shAq:Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God’s Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway?

>>Aankha: eh those! yeah.

>>Aankha: can we read them??

>>shAq: yes.. if you can procure a hyperspace reality switch improbability drive or something like that.. i guess.

>>Aankha: OR i just might have to befriend an alien that shares 3 of the same mothers as the President of the galaxy, and then get myself a house that would be torn down the day Earth was scheduled to be demolished...........

>>Aankha: oh and wake up with a hangover that day!

Times!

There are times
When all that I hold dear
Seem colorless and empty.
When everything beautiful
Looks ugly, disfigured
Though they be lovely.

There are times
When even the most beautiful song
Fails to pacify my heart.
When the most fragrant roses
Refuse their sweetness to me,
Though much they smart.

There are times,
And this is one of them,
Nothing makes me happy.
So I need to here with me.
Can you be there?
Can you be with me?


- October 6, 2002

My Way

O Morning Mist, touch me soft
Stream of sunlight, through the dust.
Cool breeze swirls around me to keep to lost,
To find my love, my only, my first.

O Misty Wind, tell me tender,
Your lovely song, to me you whisper.
My faltering steps, my path, you hinder,
Yet, to the Song of the Wind, I Surrender!

O Windy Meadow, let me lay,
On the greenest grass, beneath your sway.
Gliding streams and their soft murmurs say,
Among the balmy air of the wild,
I have finally found my way!!


- January 2002

Road to Happiness

It's a long, long way
Traveling in the dark.
Twists and turns
All over the road,
Endless road of Life.

Some days are longer than the rest
Harder to get by,
You know you're losing
The battle
The battle of your Life.

Still a single ray,
Ray of Dream;
Of Hope,
Keeps you going,
Going on, over and again.

You tumble, you fall,
You cry,
Then you get up
Dust yourself
And go on.... again.

Life is but a bed of roses,
And every rose has its thorn.
It is the thorns,
And not the roses,
That push you on.

Along Life's road,
You make friends,
Company
That offer you solace,
For a part of your journey.

Sometimes your roads merge,
Sometimes they divide.
It's not how you part
But how you are together
That matters most.

People come and go,
Memories are all that remain.
All we can do
Is make sure,
That they are happy ones.

It is one thing we live for,
Happiness,
The Holy Grail,
Of our quest
The quest of our Life.

After all is said and done,
All that you wish for,
Only thing you want,
Is Happiness
At the end of this Road,
Road to Happiness!!


December 14, 2001

One reason to Quit Smoking!!

Someone took a great initiative to make people think twice about smoking.

This is a look at the smoking room!!!!

Dream

I
I am a bud
Waiting to become a flower.
I
I am a flower
In my full bloom
Knowing I will be plucked one day
And
I dream
Of being a beautiful flower
And dancing with the wind
I dream
Of being a garland
A lover weaves for her love.

Storm comes
Rips the land apart
Uproots all the flowers and plants
Destroys my life
But
Still I dream
That I
I am a seed
Waiting to be sown
On land, rich and warm.

December 2001

Living

Darkness of the night
As brightness of the day
Reminds me of myself
Repeating myself over and again.
Doing the same things 24 /7
Living ?? No!
Existing is more like it.
Mechanically the day goes by,
The night envelops my numbness.

Sunrise brings with it another day,
The same day that yesterday was;
Sometimes,
Rain brings relief
To the monotones of life.
Breeze stirs my lifeless heart.
Ruffles the few breath left in it.
But when it leaves
All that is left
Is a shell
Existing in this harsh world.

How I wish for a storm
To slap me back to reality;
It might turn my life
Upside down and inside out,
But it might also,
Pound some beat into my heart.

Reality hurts,
But at least I will feel something
Even pain
Would be better
Than this numb feeling
That freezes my heart.

In a life painted
In different shades of gray
Even a splash of red
Would be welcome
Even if it was
A little of my own blood
Least I would know
That I was
Living.....
at all..


-November 2001

My Limbo

Vacuum
Dark
Nothing
Life feels empty
All of a sudden
Like I have just woken up
From a bad dream
To a Nightmare.

Nothingness around me
Emptiness all over
Nothing to grasp
For support.

Yet it crushes me
Suffocates my will
Kills my heart.

Nothing
Numb
What I feel
Or don't feel
Living in this limbo.

Surrounded by nothing
Spaces everywhere
Yet I suffocate
I am here,
But where is here?

Lost soul
In a world full of lost souls.
Lost hope
In a world without any hope.
Nearly lost heart
But I caught it
Just in time.

Now, all I have
Is my heart
And my love
Searching for a light
That Light,
For a hand
That Hand,
For a love
My Love,
To Guide me
Our of my prison
My Limbo.


- February 17, 2002

Life and You

Though life
Always ends in death,
As all things have to die;
Between life and death,
I'm glad I found,
You by my side.

Our past
Does not matter
Neither does our future;
Out present
Is with each other,
Of that I am sure.

-August 14, 2002

Pick Up the Pieces

As the world keeps turning on its wheels,
Turn a blind eye, deaf ear, pretend all is okay
As all fragile hopes and dreams shatter,
I ask, what has happened to my home today?

It is wild, crazy, a jungle out there,
Each man tearing the other apart, brothers killing brothers.
The dark smoke and ash stings our eyes, clogs our throat,
Try as we might to breathe, we still smother.

When this war ends, and the illusive peace prevails,
When all is said and done and the bloodshed ceases,
Will men tread on the corpses and stand on broken feet?
Will there be anyone left, to pick up the pieces?