On Fire, Switchfoot

Tell you where you need to goTell you who you need to beTell you what you need to knowTell you when you’ll need to leaveBut everything inside you knowsSays more than what you’ve heardSo much more than empty conversationsFilled with empty wordsChorus:And you’re on fireWhen he’s near youYou’re on fireWhen he speaksYou’re on fireBurning at these mysteriesGive me one more time aroundGive me one more chance to seeGive me everything you areGive me one more chance to be... (near you)Cause everything inside looks likeEverything I hateYou are the hope I have for changeYou are the only chance I’ll takeChorus:When I’m on fireWhen you’re near meI’m on fireWhen you speakAnd I’m on fireBurning at these mysteriesThese mysteries...I’m standing on the edge of me (x3)I’m standing on the edgeChorus:And I’m on fireWhen you’re near youI’m on fireWhen you speak(yea) I’m on fireBurning at these mysteries...

"In fact,no matter where we go in the world, there is only one important story; that of youth, and loss and yearning for redemption. So we tell the same story over and over. Just the details are different."
Rohinton Mistry, Family Matters (Brilliant kitaab)

Family Matters

"We need to transcend the here and now, need to move beyond the bank and shoal of time, of a society in which the best have lost all conviction and the worst are full of passionate intensity."
Rohinton Mistry, Family Matters

I Think I Have The Right Key

I think I have the Key to eternal Happiness
Or is it a passing phase?
This freedom from ignorance, this acknowledgement of Sin
I think I've understood it all, This road to eternal Bliss
I could be wrong you know, Perhaps it's not as easy to show!

I think I have it now
this Understanding of Truth
I see it clearly sometimes, until its cast in Hues
It was always there, I feel sometimes
Yet troubles I've had, to make it feel mine

I will change, this much I know
It'll bear fruit, I assure you!
But We find it hard to conceal
this madness, the tyranny of being free
But what will I be freed of?
Misery, gloom and disbelief!

Freedom brings with it some lies
Lies that are yours and mine too
It brings hope of eternity
yet death is as certain as you and me
we run like we were never free
Fall only to Cry out to Thee

Falling in a ditch so deep,
The Rushing Air guides destiny
Clasping each breath in tightening fists
Falling, Crashing, Landing in bits

Time defeats us as we reconsider
perhaps another god ought have been...

Note: Deep inside we are all worshipping our own gods..feeding our passions, greed, desires..they lead us past happiness yet we sacrifice..its a religion in its own entirity..the faith of the Disbelievers...and remember..we all are But Pious People.

The Evening.

Aaaaa. Blogger pisses me off. Cus I have to get to the site to relieve my feelings!! So I do it here now (on MS word)! A Tribute to The Evening.

This evening, the sky is a strange color, not cerulean and neither amethyst, more like the color of an evening sky. The color that is tinted, slightly, to fit your mood while you hear the azaan; the slight murmur reminding us of the Great Day.

I feel like breathing in the evening air, the fragrance, the color, the mood.

The street lights are lit, a tiny tube in all its modesty lighting up the evening sky like an extended star rapier. Oh what a wonderful evening.

Ah, the good old cawing. It adds to the mood, this evening has something in store for all the senses. Even the not-so-sixth, that of knowing the end of a season! =[

But this air borne murmur from the skies seems a little out of place because it reminds me of Ramadan. And I would like to keep the Ramadan-evenings-charm to that particular month only. I don’t like this gradual change. When its Ramadan, the skies must fill with prayer and recitation afresh, what is this warming up all about? Don’t like it one bit!

On understanding the present

life in all its fold, unfolds
i know it now as never before
but who is it that taught me this
where is he who made me think?

why does she make me reconsider?
The bond we had, oh so dear
what is it that's changed?
"familiarity breeds contempt"
is it really playing out here?

sienfield's "no hugging, no learning": must get to the bottom of this

Today.

During one of my in depth philosophical talks with Baba today ( an increasingly regular feature these days) it occurred to me how people ignore the infinite amount of small joys that life has to offer, almost every single day... we talk of grand career plans, of success but hardly does one come across a fruitful colloquy on the simple pleasures of say, lightening or the sound of thunder in a sunny sky; even the joy of having a grand parent around or a good chat with a loved one; a cup of tea in the rain...who does it? no one. why? We all have our hi-fi career plans but when we get there..what do we have, to stand by or show off?

Annoying parents by working late, being miffed by their worried faces..why do we forget the love in that frown? why worry our souls for something that is far away into the future yet it spoils all that we have now..supposedly the peak of our lives..youth..grand parents..siblings who are still yet without a family of their own...why not cherish this time rather than fretting about, well nothing really!

interesting quote by Blaise Pascal, french mathematician and philospher
"The heart has reasons which reason knows nothing of."

Yeh Jo Halka Halka Saroor Hai

Paas rehta hai, door rehta hai
koi dil mein zaroor rehta hai

-Muhammad Iqbal Naqibi