Sting of ray!

All doors of life ultimately ends at the final frontier - DEATH!
Life is a journey towards that inevitable sting of truth. No wonder, people are happy with a ray of hope rather than the ultimate truth. What is this ray of hope?
Is it a reality or an illusion driving us closer towards our DOOM?

Paulo Coelho claims that the "greatest lie on earth" is to assume we dont have control over our destiny or life's journey. I find it quite odd since hearing the news - Death of the croc man, Steve Irwin by the tail of StingRay. Doesnt it sound alarming n quite unsettling to know that a person who could play most of the extreme animals by the tail gets the day light knocked out of his heart by an innocuous little creature. How many times have we heard of such incidents where the great n the mighty have been floored by the most humblest element. Does all the death's have a message for people live n kickin out here on this most chaotic earth. Maybe we are not supposed to see the greater picture but there sure must be a way to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Are the rise in natural calamity, epidemic n megalomaniac war mongrels - natures way to claim back its ecological balance altered by man's malignant transformation?
Are the inventions of man to be the sole cause his ultimate annihilation?
Industries like Arms n Ammunition, Medicine created with a view to supplement the needs of humans have now being transformed into entity with a monsterous appetite for human lifes. Where is the hope?

Hope, lies in the fact that we are serving a greater purpose and our actions have the power of turning the tides in our favour. Every second is an oppurtunity towards that chance to swing the life pendulum in the right arc. Death is the only solace for all - the only factual truth known to mankind. Walk the life your heart whispers and your mind shall be the most liberated soul around. People are afraid of losing what they have, but this fear evaporates once the understanding dawns upon him that the history of mankind n the universe are written by the same hand. Maktub!

O, my world!

Alien in his own world.
Tears of sorrow swells within,
Danse of macabre haunts him.
Wat have we come to,
self terminating bugs!
Mind reeks of nausea,
deprived of love!
Words grow hollow,
lost of dignity!
Que Sera' Sera' -
He crys for his world!

Letters from seoul!

Anneyong Haseyo! (hello)

19th December, I landed on seoul with big ambitious. To see the leader in me awaken atlast. Alas; these r my pet dreamz; will they too die like million other desires of mine. I hope August 13th proves to be the turning point of my life.
Well, to be honest ... I never felt that pullin up my will power to scribble up some blogs would be such a monumental task. Nevertheless, having overcome it now .. I feel determined to carry along with this spirit to make the most of my time count for something noble .... words indeed are noble but action speaks volumes greater than thee. Its actions that defy me. And, I'm ready to slay my demons and establish my true identity. The purpose of my life is to be a leader n I shall be so!

Flawed journey!

Time indeed flies leaving one dazzled n stupid.
Wavery mind over my inbecile will,
O, mind over matter ... easier said then done.
Is it me or the gene, which of these,
Is coz of my stuporous nature.
Blame not the mind for it forsee's greatness.
My will is what fails me ... coz it seeks sleaze.
Will permittin I write thee ... wish to be a Phoenix!

Elusive Love!

When you fall in love, its a temporary madness.
It erupts like earth quake and then it subsides.
When it subsides, you have to make a decision ...
You have to work out whether your roots have become
so entwined together ...
That it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is!
Love is not breathlessness. It is not excitement.
It is not the desire to mate at every second of the day.
It is not lying awake at night imagining the lover kissing
every part of your body. This is just being in love,
which everyone of us can convince ourself.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away.
Doesn't sound exciting ... but it is love :)