Wednesday, 27 June 2007
an apple a day keeps ignorance away!
the blog lost an l and i got lost in the bog. my space, my domain. you are welcome to drown your ego, pride, sorrow and happiness. drown down, down, down. stop complaining; the damn apple was meant to be eaten. ignorance could be bliss, but knowledge gives you the power to decide. i've consumed a big chunk of the juicy apple, killing the ignorant innoncence instantly, but the averice doesn't subside. truth, i know now, lies in the sweet juice of every bite.
Wednesday, 20 June 2007
googling is addictive
talk about the cyber space. we have yahoo! a brand with highest recall value. nearly a decade later, after creating its niche of users, which could easily be the population of a mid-sized nation, has yahoo! lost its edge to google? Although, yahoo! still retains it high recall value as a brand, we have google ruling the roost with higher usage.
while i've been using yahoo! since 1998 and an avid user at that, i've subliminally begun to prefer google. i've used yahoo! search and have had no complaints, however, today, if i've to search, i google (don't know when this switch happened); before joining orkut (which i'm out of now), i'd myself in yahoo! 360 degrees (which lay unused); i've got yahoo! answers, which is a kind of search, but more people-oriented (where real people answer your questions) than google's algorithmic search (yet its been long since i've used it). yahoo! mail has been my fav for years now, and yet i, as if guided by some unseen force, logs into gmail; yahoo! messenger has no competition with its features and smilies (google talk still has to make a dent there)...
however, broadly google has affected my life the way yahoo! had nearly a decade ago. can't figure out how and why. and all this while my fingers have been pouring these words on blogger...again google!
while i've been using yahoo! since 1998 and an avid user at that, i've subliminally begun to prefer google. i've used yahoo! search and have had no complaints, however, today, if i've to search, i google (don't know when this switch happened); before joining orkut (which i'm out of now), i'd myself in yahoo! 360 degrees (which lay unused); i've got yahoo! answers, which is a kind of search, but more people-oriented (where real people answer your questions) than google's algorithmic search (yet its been long since i've used it). yahoo! mail has been my fav for years now, and yet i, as if guided by some unseen force, logs into gmail; yahoo! messenger has no competition with its features and smilies (google talk still has to make a dent there)...
however, broadly google has affected my life the way yahoo! had nearly a decade ago. can't figure out how and why. and all this while my fingers have been pouring these words on blogger...again google!
Thursday, 14 June 2007
mortal kiss
the storm subsides,
and the fire dies,
the smoke emerges,
from the blue blurry eyes,
the twilight zone,
orange, brown and purplish blue;
it has begun,
the depths rise to the surface,
the scar opens its ugly mouth,
the dark valley, it's steep enough,
but not deep enough,
as i plummet to the abyss,
i touch down,
to rise again,
to the mortal kiss.
and the fire dies,
the smoke emerges,
from the blue blurry eyes,
the twilight zone,
orange, brown and purplish blue;
it has begun,
the depths rise to the surface,
the scar opens its ugly mouth,
the dark valley, it's steep enough,
but not deep enough,
as i plummet to the abyss,
i touch down,
to rise again,
to the mortal kiss.
Saturday, 9 June 2007
it better be soon
guess i got to go
somewhere i don't know
time will take me there
gotta pack some underwear
i'll wait
for the final turn of my fate
he's got to open the gate
i hope he won't be late
somewhere i don't know
time will take me there
gotta pack some underwear
i'll wait
for the final turn of my fate
he's got to open the gate
i hope he won't be late
Friday, 8 June 2007
distraught
listen, i'm talking to you
not the one laughing at you
you feed on the seed i sow
you let me breed on the greed for more
the candle burns on
the slipknot slips not
what have you got
distraught
i miss you a lot
not the one laughing at you
you feed on the seed i sow
you let me breed on the greed for more
the candle burns on
the slipknot slips not
what have you got
distraught
i miss you a lot
the ocean in a drop
the all-seeing eye
turns a blind eye on the wretch
the all-knowing
choses to ignore
the all-encompassing
has no room for his dreams and hopes
boredom from monotony
clips the featherless wings of imagination
insignificant social connections
fruitless impregantions
soon the battle will be over
and the war lost
it doesn't matter
he was the chosen one
not by his choice
the unknown omnipresent
will consume the last breath
and every drop of life
without a noise
turns a blind eye on the wretch
the all-knowing
choses to ignore
the all-encompassing
has no room for his dreams and hopes
boredom from monotony
clips the featherless wings of imagination
insignificant social connections
fruitless impregantions
soon the battle will be over
and the war lost
it doesn't matter
he was the chosen one
not by his choice
the unknown omnipresent
will consume the last breath
and every drop of life
without a noise
Thursday, 7 June 2007
life afloat
the umilical cord snapped and a new contract began
from the cusp of life and death
a child emerged
nameless
the eternity of the womb ended
and a new eternity forced open
the cosmos of snubbed hopes
and dangling lifelines
a mesh of crossroads
each leading nowhere
making a choice
the child shall crawl
until the contract comes to an end
from the cusp of life and death
a child emerged
nameless
the eternity of the womb ended
and a new eternity forced open
the cosmos of snubbed hopes
and dangling lifelines
a mesh of crossroads
each leading nowhere
making a choice
the child shall crawl
until the contract comes to an end
Wednesday, 6 June 2007
the song of god without an 'o'
this is a song of god
who lost an 'o' when he was all good
lashes 39 causes pain and the 40th death
but He shall hold the last one
for He wants to relish the game until your last breath
i'll be gone one day
into the fire
the transition point
into oblivion
some call it heaven
others hell
i nurture no hope
for Mr. G has spent that O
blasphemous
outrageous
my soul's a black hole
living a dying life
dying a living death
i wish god had an extra 'o'
i wish god was good
who lost an 'o' when he was all good
lashes 39 causes pain and the 40th death
but He shall hold the last one
for He wants to relish the game until your last breath
i'll be gone one day
into the fire
the transition point
into oblivion
some call it heaven
others hell
i nurture no hope
for Mr. G has spent that O
blasphemous
outrageous
my soul's a black hole
living a dying life
dying a living death
i wish god had an extra 'o'
i wish god was good
Friday, 1 June 2007
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