I submit

Well, it’s not poetry but I guess it’s a song. I wrote this morning, can anybody sing?

Title: I Submit.
Artist: Vasavada K

Once upon a time, I didn’t know that I lived and I breathe.
There was a time; I lived therefore I didn’t know I breathe.
There are some moments; I breathe therefore I live.
Tomorrow, I will go beyond breathings, to see you there.

Once upon a time, I didn’t know that I walked and I fail.
There was a time, I failed therefore I didn’t walk.
There are some moments; I walk therefore I didn’t fail.
Tomorrow, I will go beyond failure, to meet you there.

Once upon a time, I didn’t feel that I loved and I care.
There was a time, I cared therefore I didn’t love.
There are some moments; I love therefore I didn’t care.
Tomorrow, I will go beyond caring, to love you there.

Time after time things do change, in fact we resist.
After some time, it’s like we may refuse or permit.
For changes it’s us, who will shuffle and fall apart.
For us, they’re changes who will suffer and submit.

So, once upon a time, we didn’t know things will change and we’ll submit
There was a time; we tried to submit therefore we didn’t change.
There are some moments; we lived, we breathed, we walked, we failed
We loved, we cared but we didn’t change nor did we submit
And Tomorrow, I’ll melt into your change, to submit to submit to submit.

*After posting above stuff,I read it many times..everytime with different mood and it restores me back!.(Thats why,i edited it to add these lines,you are reading).I m sorry but i m not allowing comments for this post!

I BRB

‘Not keeping touch is worst way to communicate

lyrics time… Elton John…u there?

It’s a little bit funny this feeling inside
I’m not one of those who can easily hide
I don’t have much money but boy if I did
I’d buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know it’s not much but it’s the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one’s for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they’ve got me quite cross
But the sun’s been quite kind while I wrote this song
It’s for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen

Its not that i dont know how to tell a joke,fact is jokes are not funny!

Sorry I couldn’t bring that sensitive stuff to this presentation medium,,,

I didn’t promise? Right!….so today’s crap….(something with this word ‘Crap’ is so striking )

Hey u all strangers out there, know a little about me.U can start you own “ Its not that *,Fact is *.” Series. Abstraction rules!

Its not that they don’t love me, fact is I gave up loving individually.
Its not that my friends are not responsive, fact is I can’t compromise.
Its not that I don’t have dreams, fact is I gave up yielding to them.
Its not that I started giving up, fact is I actually have no limits.
Its not that I blame circumstances, fact is I became fond of it.
Its not that I carry low confidence, fact is I want to toss up individuality.
Its not that I don’t know what I mean, Fact is I stand for it.
Its not that I am negative, fact is people take it that way.
Its not that this is the end, fact is I trust the change.
Its not that I m not selfish, fact is selfish means self-seeking to me.
Its not that I tell truth, fact is truth is relative and static at the same time.
Its not that I suffer from any mental dieses, fact is I gave up expressing.
Its not that I don’t know how to dance, fact is I don’t dance.
Fact is I m open and adopting, Fact is I am established but not steady
Irony of the scenario: I m too languid to accept the facts.. I mentioned.

A to Z

All through the upbringing process,

I met A, I met B, with no purpose & fleed!
I blathered with C, like I do with blue sky & thee!
I cried for D selfishly but forget it.
I laughed with E and so did he.
F, G and H were in same class with me.
J is my sweetheart, but not near to me
K had been a mystery, don’t blame me.
L was nice to me only if M is with me
N used to turn blue if L is nice to me!
I hated O and Q for no reason, silly me!
But P deserves it; one and all were with me!
R, S & T were busy bees, no time for me!
U and V taught me lot of things, indebted me!
XYZ are still stranger to me, let it be.

I graduated this summer. Parting process is still on. My college years were awful on personal ground. After all I was enrolled to gain, to progress and to prosper… They told me that we teach because we want you to have diversified vision and what not! Actually it did implant all above mentioned stuff, only the methods were little sore & uncomfortable. Anyways I was talking about parting process…… I have been an outsider to my equals for years but I did attach to them after all getting attached to its perimeter is my potency. So here I go…with my noiseless drenched emotions…”"”i did write a lot abt them bt never mind i m editing it… afterall i m da Edior!”"”
Ok ok ok…well I m sad…

3 of my buddies going 1000s mile away from me… for lifetime I guess! I want to wish them bad luck n fairy tales…. N want to tell them.. U ppl suck big time….(sorry readers…they r above mentioned ‘P’!)

Sensitive post is coming soon..!

Baat ye bhi badal jayegi…rat ye bhi gujar jayegi

Posting some ….incomplete…writings…this one is Some Railway Theory.Doc
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I……

I surely not a man urgently made…. And I doubt anybody is.

I started to believe…..

Gravitational Force is the root of feeling’s existence on this glob.
We sense because of this force.

It’s the ultimate platform upon which we all are constituted.

I am not saying it’s the only platform; we will one day revolutionize this platform.

Creatures on this glob take birth and get killed as a part of vicious process which is to withstand against the Force.

U give in and u are contented, U give up and u are dejected

Giving in and giving up is ultimately to stay on platform.
Anything consistent will lead you towards the train which takes you away from this platform (no its not death no its not ‘moksha’ no its nothing but part of procedure)

In train one more dimension is added to your emotions, called constancy.

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movieblog….

‘Chhoti Si Bat’ …boohoo Title is notorious rather seedy one, to me..

Happened to gamble away timepiece with this movie last night… Risking my 2/3 hours to watch TV (An exercise I carry out once in a blue moon)

I correlated lots of possessions of environment with this movie.

Movie Synopsis (edited copy from YRajFilm’s Wsite)

Chhoti Si Baat is an appealing, delightful slapstick about a young man who walks wobbly on tracks leading to ‘Filmi love’ because his heart is true but timid. Arun (Amol Palekar) falls in love with Prabha (Vidya Sinha) whom he sees everyday on the bus-stop on his way to work. Not having the nerve or know how to express his love, all he can do is follow her to her office and her home and pine from afar.

(Something known as old-fashioned now a days….taking time to love! has turn out to be an atypical gem!)

Just as he is wondering what to do next, along comes Nagesh (Asrani), Prabha’s brash young colleague who seems leagues ahead of Arun in his pursuit of Prabha. A now desperate Arun seeks the help of Colonel J.N.W. Singh (Ashok Kumar) who tackles the battle of love with the same meticulous planning and ruthless efficiency needed to win a military campaign. He instills in Arun a new self confidence and teaches him the strategies of waging love. Arun returns to Bombay a new man ready to face anything.

Another heart-winning classic from Basu Chatterji, “Chhoti Si Baat” has never faded in its sweet, funny magic. Apart from brilliant performances by Amol Palekar as a painfully shy, fumbling lover whom you so desperately want to see win and Ashok Kumar as the brisk spit ‘n’ polish colonel, the film has Salil Chowdhury’s enchanting melodies woven around some of Yogesh’s best lyrics. “Jaaneman Jaaneman” & “Na Jaane Kyon” remain two of the evergreen hits from this film.

Special Movie for me…

After ages I happened to watch a movie with my parents.
It reflects complex straightforwardness woved in everyone’s life.
Songs are so meaningful and appropriate in da frame.
It reflects fashion & life style of 70s which is almost same today!
I got an entry in my parent’s 20s..! they shared a lot yesterday night…

Somewhere I feel… me iz Arun!

Other flicks I really enjoyed….this week

Bato bato mein
Sara akash
Angoor

share ur list too..

still regrets

This Blog has lost teh original motive (for a while)

Some sturdy sharp words….frm Robbie..Thank You@RW

Recorded by: Robbie Williams
From the 1999 album, The Ego Has Landed

Tell me a story
Where we all change
And we’d live our lives together
And not estranged
I didn’t lose my mind, it was
Mine to give away
Couldn’t stay to watch me cry
You didn’t have the time
So I softly slip away…

No regrets – they don’t work
No regrets now – they only hurt
Sing me a love song (sing me a love song)
Drop me a line (drop me a line)
Suppose it’s just a point of view
But they tell me I’m doing fine

I know from the outside (where they all stand)
We looked good for each other (so people said)
Felt things were going wrong
When you didn’t like my mother (which was all people had)

I don’t want to hate but that’s
All you’ve left me with
A bitter aftertaste and a fantasy of
How we all could live

No regrets – they don’t work
No regrets now – they only hurt
(We’ve been told you stay up late)
I know they’re still talking
(You’re far too short to carry weight)
The demons in your head
(Return the videos they’re late)
If I could just stop hating you
(Goodbye)
I’d feel sorry for us instead

Remember the photographs (insane)
The ones where we all laugh (so lame)
We were having the time of our lives
Well thank you, it was a real blast

No regrets – they don’t work
No regrets now – they only hurt
(We’ve been told you stay up late)
Write me a love song
(You’re far too short to carry weight)
Drop me a line
(Return the videos they’re late)
Suppose it’s just a point of view
(Goodbye)
But they tell me I’m doing fine

Everything I wanted to be
Every time I walked away
Every time you told me to leave
I just wanted to stay
Every time you looked at me, and
Every time you smiled
I felt so vacant; you treat me like a child
I loved the way we used to laugh
I loved the way we used to smile
Often I sit down, and think of you
For a while
And then it passes me by, and I think of
Someone else instead
I guess the love we once had is officially
Dead

lyrics time

http://www.lyricsfreak.com/l/linkin-park/83802.html

YES

In the end we had the pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained, oddly shaped emptinesses mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn’t name.