Support Wikipedia Tiru ka Adda: August 2008

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Question for the humble readers,

Read the following questions;
You are allowed to cry; moan; shout; laugh; go crazy or just smile - after reading the questions.

1. Do you have any idea why you did what you have done throughout your life?
2. Do you have any idea why you did what you did today?
3. Do you have any idea why you are going to do what you plan to do henceforth?

You are welcome.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Thirsty

It is undying.
Ever-growing.
It drives me insane at times.
The first step is yet to be taken.
But I am already riding along in my craft.
I can smell the breeze.
And I can see the lights.
They are dim and pretty.
Not blinding.
May my craft never run out of fuel.
May I always turn around the corners.
May I fall down and scratch myself.
Have burns.
Cry in pain.
Gut twisting horrifying pain.
May I need a helping hand.
But I will step out of my craft.
And walk on my 2 feet.
And smile a naughty smile.
Full of pride.
And build thousands more.
All traveling together - parallel to each other.
Imagine the breadth.
It shall conquer all.
It will be overwhelming.

The valley shall be visible.
The only way will be down below into the canyon.
And my craft will fall into it.
But lo!
It now has wings.
Thousands of these crafts fly together.
Can you imagine that wonderful sky where brightness is mistaken for the sun?
Can you imagine how it will be?

I can.
I am restless.
But calm is my face.
Throbbing is my heart.
There is a lot to engulf.
A lot to digest.
And a lot to wash down with experience.

I can smell that breeze.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Conundrum

These humans quarrel over a bunch of people kicking a ball within a certain time limit siding one group or the other
These humans look at the same person with makeup on; and with a bloody face - differently.
These humans are unconscious during sleep.
They work sometimes; unhappily or, unknowingly.
They strive for something; but are in fact, aimless.
And as good as birds trying to fly into the sea against the wind.
These humans always try and look different.
They wear things they don't need - to cover their body.
They create 'relations'; 'reasons'; 'emotions'.
They laugh on the most crazy things.
They complain and cry over worthless things.
They strive for a useless future - where they eventually die and therefore render life, useless.
But they still coexist.
They are still not extinct.
I wonder why.