SHARAM GAYI TOH....SAB KUCH GAYA...

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the smell of music

i had been thinkin of writin this for so many days....dint know why i waited so long...then one of my friends wrote about music and seasons( http://www.theworldinsiderohit.blogspot.com/ ) when i decided i should write this....have you ever smelled music...it has a smell...believe me...try to smell it next time...and again HUMAN as it is...the smell differs from person to person....like for me, The Beatles smell of an old wooden cupboard....not necessarily for you though...or old marathi songs smell of my grandma s withered sari(godhadi would be more appropriate)....what do you think??

monotone

The same old things...
Same clothes,
Same tastes,
Same boredom.....
Life is too boring
at the point....


GOD I am so impulsive!!!

KABIR'S COMPLAINT

Kabir never accepted any gift from his disciples. But his son Kamal never refused anything that his disciples brought to him. This made Kabir unhappy. One day, he reproached his son: "I do not accept any gift because gifts mean nothing to me. But it pains me to know that you grab all that your disciples bring to you." Kamal said: "Father, if gifts mean nothing to you, why are you bothered whether I accept them or reject them?" Here, Kabir had an 180º mind, and Kamal a 360º one.

ANOTHER GREAT SHORT STORY....

INFERIORITY COMPLEX...

Yesterday I came to a realisation....we are so small in this big world.....minute particles.And still we behave as if the world is looking at us....nobody has the time...we are too small....there is so much to do....to read, to listen, to see, to feel....still a long way to go!!

Destiny....

The backpack..

Cement highway

Passing trucks and buses

Heat,

Sun,

Perspiration,

Shoebites...

Expectations packed

In the backpack,

Burdens

Oozing through the

Sweat,

I keep walking...

To where

The highway takes me...

It reflects the heat on me..

I boil,

I heat,

I simmer,

Shoebites hurt my toe,

And

The green pus exudes...

Trickling onto my toe,

Seeping through the socks..

The heat lessens,

Purple clouds,

Rain drop splatters

My face..

Mixing with the sweat

I look up...

The highway stretches

To the horizon.

I remove my shoe

And sprint....

To my Destiny...

Hmmm....

So I Start Posting...