Broken

Lying on the floor, the million broken pieces of glass, glistening with tears but sparkling like diamonds, are the remains of something precious. The room is dark and strange. Misty fog descends to fill the air. Its no point trying to pick the pieces up for like any piece of broken glass, they can only hurt and make someone bleed. Just walk away. Just look away. For it slipped from my hands. The glass full of broken dreams.

Shadows and Regrets

I'm back, back in town, and everything has changed.
I feel, feel let down, the faces stay the same.
I see, see shadows, of who we used to be.
When I drive, drive so slow, through this memory.

When we were only kids, and we were best of friends,
and we hoped for the best, and let go of the rest.

I heard, heard myself say things I take back.
If I could, could re-tell and make these stories last.
I see, see shadows of who we'll always be.
When I drive, drive these roads that made our memories.

When we were only kids, and we were best of friends,
and we hoped for the best, and let go of the rest.

The shadows and regrets, let go of the rest.

Everything has changed,
the faces stay the same

When we were only kids, and our time couldn't end,
and how tall did we stand, with the world in our hands.

And we were only kids, and we were best of friends,
and we hoped for the best, and let go of the rest.

The shadows and regrets, let go of the rest.
The shadows and regrets, let go of the rest.

Lightning Crashes

Not until we are faced by the infinite pain of someone close to us, do we realize the insignificance of our own sufferings. The muted cries, the frozen tears and a childhood lost forever. Where do we turn, when we have no words or comforting touch to offer. What do our lost dreams stand for in front of someone's lost reality.This is the story of vivid memories and fading dreams.

The Struggle Within

But there is suffering in life, and there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for.

Flashback

Someday your life will flashback in front of your eyes.Make sure it worth watching.

We have one life which we live in our very own,unique way.This unique way, the path as many would call it is a result of who we are,our environment, our experiences and how we choose to let them affect us. But years later what would we remember of this life of ours just in case it decides to flashback in front of our eyes? Like any flashback, it will not be about reasons, paths, and how we got where we did.
It will be about moments. It will be about experiences most vivid left behind in our sub conscious. It will be about pictures that left behind an imprint. It will be about moments that took our breath away. How many such moments can you recall if asked to? How often are people at loss to remember such moments. How many of those moments have you had that never fail to bring a smile to your face?
Sometimes we lose ourselves in the cobweb rules that we built ourselves or the world built around us. How often do we get blinded by these prizes the society has to offer us. These accolades and glories, we chase all our lives. But would you rather exchange them for a moments view of the rising sun over the Alps. Or for the first seconds spent under the clear, blue ocean. For the rush of jumping off a plane with a parachute. For standing under a waterfall. For letting the white, warm sand slip through your fingers on an unexplored beach.
There is only one life we have got. And the experiences this world has got to offer us are infinite. I guess I would rather go about my life collecting these moments than have any of the worldly glories bestowed upon me.

Existence is conceptual. Living is real.

You, Me and One Dance

Me: Dance?
You: I should go.
Me: I remember once when I was young, and I was coming back from some place, a movie or something. I was on the subway and there was a girl sitting across from me and she was wearing this dress that was buttoned queer up right to here, she was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I was shy then, so when she would look at me I would look away, then afterwards when I would look back she would look away. Then I got to where I was gonna get off, and got off, the doors closed, and as the train was pulling away she looked right at me and gave me the most incredible smile. It was awful, I wanted to tear the doors open. And I went back every night, same time, for two weeks, but she never showed up. That was 30 years ago and I don't think that there's a day that goes by that I don't think about her, I don't want that to happen again. Just one dance?

An Eternal Truth?

If you ever want something badly, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it's yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never yours to begin with.

Black

For what is it die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Death is nothing at all.I have only slipped away into the next room.I am I, and you are you.Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,speak to me in the easy way which you always used to.
Put no difference into your tone,wear no forced air of sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name ever be the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the shadow of ghost in it.
Life means all it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity.
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well.

Acceptance of life and for that matter death is vital for us to carry on and move on in life. The memories will always remind us of what we had and what more we could have had.
Sometimes in Life, we get what we get.It has nothing to do with what we deserve. Sometimes looking for reasons and explanations only hurt us.Reasons are always there.Somewhere hiding from plain view just under the surface.But sometimes the harder we try to look for them, the more elusive they become.Sometimes you just have to let go.

I guess I finally understand what Teardrops dissolving Into Dust means.

Random?

Dream.Wish.Hope.Prayer.Journey.Red.Ecstasy.Joy.Truth.Pain.
Faith.Crash.Logic.Shadows.Rational.Carnival.Moment.Moon.
Path.End.Lost.Surrender.24.Close.Distance.Cold.Home.
Understanding.Color.Say.Tear.Laughter.Time.Frozen.Alive.
Trouble.Tonight.Soon.Sunbeam.Empty.Eyes.Everyday.Night.
Sky.Stars.Desolate.Hurt.Afraid.Dance.Walk.Memory.Sunshine.
Hollow.Nothingness.Emotional.Unbelievable.Fool.Regret.Undecided.
Lesson.Found.Drops.Rose.Shiver.Trust.Poem.Untitled.Evening.
Imagine.Heaven.Compassion.Dewdrops.Treasure.Apathy.Rainbow.
Picture.Years.Patience.Wait.Adoration.Flower.Bliss.Wave.Despair.
Lonely.Unspoken.Silence.Words.Gravity.Sunrise.Sunset.Song.
Curse.Glass.Touch.Glory.Shame.Heart.Locked.Relic.Soul.Tender.
Transparent.Flame.Grief.Garden.Maple.Dark.Clear.Special.Chained.
Magic.Photograph.Aura.Wisdom.Footprint.Sand.House.Smile.
Unspoken.Sky.Together.Behind.God.Stupid.World.Hand.Care.
Someone.Someday.Fray.Still.Yet.Beyond.Ruin.Intensity.Overwhelm.
Stranger.Mirage.Cradle.Sleep.Letdown.Shine.Rain.Never.Ocean
Remembrance.Answers.Broken.Lightning.Luck.Reflection.Promise.
Darkness.Dawn.Yesterday.Today.Tomorrow.Life.Love.Lost.Dream.Black.

Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

Each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned ...

Tear In The Night Sky

One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space. Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life. My companion and I were alone with the stars: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon. It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators. But it can be seen many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they never will...

Season Of Change?

Does the flower blossom any different now,
Is the sky a different shade of blue,
Why is the night sky any less brilliant now,
The twinkle of the stars is still true?
Is the majestic sun any colder now,
or does the earth just revolve around it a little slow,
aren't there any full moon nights now,
Which of the world's curse did dim the ember's glow?
Why does the sea just stand and watch in despair,
What happened to the heavens?It seems broken and beyond repair.
The cry of the lonely night was muted or a sin?
It is silent on the surface but it screams within.