Jag soona soona

I’m neither dead nor alive
Oh lord, what do I do?
Hearts broke before they could join, hands parted before they could meet
What has fate written for me?
Tears rain down continuously without a glimpse of you
Even nature commiserates with me
How do I pass the days and nights without you?
I’m neither dead nor alive
When a dream shatters in a flash

The world seems an empty place
When there’s no loved one left
The world seems an empty place
Why does this happen?
When the heart weeps
The winds sob along, the world feels empty
Nights are cold and unforgiving
The days are colorless
There’s only loneliness and desolation
And here I am, every moment without my love
When a dream shatters in a flash
The world seems an empty place
When there’s no loved one left
The world seems an empty place
In this hard land
Are hard faces and hard hearts
Why are you wandering around aimlessly?
You’re not going to find anything here, my heart
When a dream shatters in a flash
The world seems an empty place
When there’s no loved one left
The world seems an empty place
Why does this happen?
When the heart weeps
The winds sob along, the world feels empty
When a dream shatters in a flash
The world seems an empty place
When there’s no loved one left
The world seems an empty place
Empty to me

Pure Bliss

Bliss never happens through effort. Effort is always tension creating; it gives anguish. Effort is always ugly because you are forcing something. Understanding is not an effort; it is beautiful, it is a spontaneous happening. Do not control. If you try you will be a failure, and you will destroy yourself. Understand! Let understanding be the only law, the only sadhana~~spiritual practice. Leave everything to understanding. If understanding cannot do anything then it cannot be done, so forget it. All that can be done…can be done by understanding.

Accept things, because acceptance will be needed to understand. You cannot understand anything if you deny. If I hate you, I cannot look into your eyes, I cannot see your face. I will turn about, I will escape from you, I will not look at you directly. When I love you, only then can I look into your eyes. When I love you deeply, only then can I see your face.

Only love sees a face; otherwise you will never see faces. You move, you look, but that look is casual, not deep. It touches, but it never penetrates. But when you love, then your whole energy becomes your eyes. Then the energy moves, touches deep, goes deep down into the other person, meets at his center of being-Osho

I am in a state of bliss
I am indifferent to the indifference
Provoke me
See if I care

If you're not confused, you're not paying attention!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is what i believe...n so i confuse people to the max so i knw whether or not they are paying attention ;)...

Y do we confuse people???? Big question? well it has a small answer..because we want to feel BIG and say those golden words..ah so simple, u didn't understand that, duhh!!!!

Confusing people like music and writing is an art..err...according to me atleast..we confuse people every now and then, ppl say women never have a yes or a no for an answer its also may be, hmm ok, i don;t know, or i have no clue(my famous words)...and the guys well they are that part of the homo sapian kingdom who love to answer all questions with either a yes or a no..Y? Because we as women have a strong liking to ahem.. (communicate)talk n also a strong need to just yap...but if u cum to think of it..women are never satisfied with a yes or a no from a man...so there you go you have your chance of confusing her. ;)


CONFUSED????? HAHHAHA TAT WAS MY MOTIVE, Dr Evil ehehehehehhehe, i wish i had that shakaal or mogambo laughs...but people who know me can bet that i laugh even worse

In the picture below identify

a) who's sleeping,
b) who woke up,
c) who is happy,
d) who's sick,
e) who's drunk,








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Quiet a cracker was it!!!????????

Ok ok enough of confusion...

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.


Doesn't "expecting the unexpected" make the unexpected expected?

SEE NOW I MAKE YOU THINK........

home away from home.....

Is there anything such as a home away from home???????
Or is it only a house away from home..The dictionary describes a home as a place where ones' affections are centered, and a house is a place of shelter. Coming to think of it we all hope to get away from home every now and then, and I am particularly guilty of wishing myself to be somewhere else..but what happens when we actually get what we want? Are we happy? Are we satisfied? Does something that we have waited for ages still seem fabulous? does it still have that sheen around it after the initial event has worn off????? Well Yes to few and No to fewer probably.

For me its a Yes and a No, because I can never do without being unsure... :)

So I am in Wigan now for an extended period of time (I have no idea when I will be back to India for even a short amount of time). I have come to place without TV( we have a Tv that plays four channels two of which are news channels so that doesn't count), espically for me who needs to idiot box to be on all the time...even when Im not watching ITS AUDIO-visual you see.


With not many people here nor many places to hang around (Barista.....you still remain my true love ;)) is hard for a gal like me who is used to speanding the evenings sipping a cafe frappe or a cappuccino...starting to settle down looking at the clear gray sky with my elaichi chai and wondering how long before I can go to a place where I can fine smileys and hearts beautifully stirred for moi...

Wigan is an absolutely serene place, which I should like right because I am Serena, lemme see I might just love this place in a couple of months(eagerly looking forward to it!!!)...Travelling around as in going beyond Wigan is always the greatest thing to happen to me...

Coming back to the topic..Ive been here for a month now and it does not feel like home, it is still my house, my room is my home, not the other rooms in the house. Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is the place of confidence. It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts. It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule. May be it will in sometime may be it will not, none the less I STILL HAVE TO LIVE HERE with my new love my laptop and the world of my family and friends who I'l keep pinching, irritating, teasing and loving.


Home is a shelter from storms - all sorts of storms