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frostbubble @ 2007-10-03T19:31:00

2007-10-03T14:02:08Z

START -> ...Quarter Life Crisis... <-

A Shaft of light & a Halo

2007-09-30T18:52:47Z

A tried sigh, a moment of respite, it escapes me, its resounding echo fills my dark deep abyss. Its cold rocky innards, this space, this time, isolation. Space, void, emptiness. Its all a daze, a confusing maze.

Time, drifts.

Keeps those lights turned on up there, I intend crawl back.

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2007-09-19T08:33:19Z

Which Seinfeld Character Are You?
	You are part Jerry. You prefer to sit back and watch the world rather than to participate. You can seem aloof and uncaring, but beneath your distance is a unique take on the world that that consistently draws friends to you--and your apartment.
	You are part Elaine. You are perky and fun to be around, although you may try a little too hard to be enthusiastic. Though you are smart and assertive, you still find that life can have a life of its own and is sometimes out of your control.
Find Your Character @ BrainFall.com

How ironic is this, considering a recent post... you still find that life can have a life of its own and is sometimes out of your control

'Bangles' by Niraj Chag

2007-09-19T08:18:08Z

Thanks - to the one who brought this to sight :)
The song is in Punjabi, find the translation of the lyrics at http://nirajchag.com/

frostbubble @ 2007-09-17T11:28:00

2007-09-17T05:59:42Z

Control is such a bloody illusion...

:(

2007-08-22T15:07:43Z

The earth finds himself alone, he is left with his rivers,
The icy cold wind in gusts, the occasional hard rains,
The whirls of dust, a gloom of gray descends on his crust,
Morose and melancholic, he wearily looks up,
He sighs...
He can no longer see her, his angel in a silver dress

But the earth is trying to find his solace in the aquiline clutches of reason. He knows what she sought, he knows why she wanted to get away... he knows that this was always to be... he knows that she knows, he knows.. Yet he is but a bubble, on the brink of a pop, with a wave of her hand, she had him entranced in her charm...

Sigh dear Goddess...

Free as in...

2007-07-26T08:15:29Z

Like a friend mine pointed out "Everything in life has an expiry date", let go and be free he said.
Well, thanks Mandork, I couldn't agree more and I couldn't have got better advice.

Sigh, Life...

I am a rock...

2007-06-29T10:29:08Z

Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
Its sleeping in my memory.
I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

The underlying pain of this fresh as ever, S&G number, never fails to move me. A hopeless romantic resigns to a world of isolation.

A world devoid of doors that lead to pain.
I'm safe in my sanctuary, in it as long I remain.
I've already surrendered, I've pledged my submission to pain,
That period of my life is over, now let me remain

Would you dare to dream, would you dare to fail in love again,
I am rock, I am an island...

Ramblings at best...

Musing of the Golden Flowers

2007-06-25T12:08:29Z

Musing of the Golden Flowers

The flowers beamed with boundless joy,

They had waited long, this was their ploy,

They longed to chosen, they longed to belong,

To belong to someone, more prettier them all

Bloomed they believed for such a purpose,

They were glad, such was the consequence,

I'm glad for them, I'm glad for me,

I'm glad that, that someone,

Couldn't have been more perfect than thee

Their life here might be short lived, their golden petals might soon heed to the will of time. The north wind beckons to them. They need to journey to many distant lands, to live their many dreams, they will fade away into my past. But their memory will forever remain amongst my best. The FLOWERS and HER!.

Ramblings at best...

Rise from the ashes

2007-04-27T11:39:50Z

Aimlessly I wander memory’s deserted streets,
In search of many an answer that I long to meet,
Answers, for your actions defy me, my faith, my reason,
Why subject me, I can’t fathom, to such an act of treason

I know we are mere characters, a part of a plot,
Yet why I wonder, why I was a part of this cast,
Where did I falter, where did I slip, I wonder,
As I walk along memory’s deserted streets

The dust rises with my every heavy step,
Yet weary I walk still, as my tears mark my trail,
A tree in the distance I spot, under which to rest I stop,
Against the trunk of which I rest my withered body frail,

As I rested under this mighty tree,
I saw it too had suffered, for many scars it bore,
Seared was his bark, from the flames of a distant past,
Yet in him nestled birds and flowers in bloom galore,

Was this a message, was this a sign,
The answer to all questions I was longing to find

Burn an effigy of your past,
It seemed to say, as I rested in the shade it cast,
Rise from the ashes, Fly, Be free,
Tomorrow is yours to claim, let the past be

You were chosen, for such was this cause,
For strange is life, its path, its course, its ways

Sometimes the only way to find something,
Is to simply stop looking
Hope your search ends here and you'll be free
As free, as we've always known you to be

Well its a start...

2007-04-26T13:53:27Z

Gray

The shadows fade away into the night,

A viel of darkness covers everthing in sight,

The imprefections get muted,

The perfections get accentuated

The earth, dimly lit by a finger nail in the sky,

And millions of shiny faces which look down every way,

In the silence of the night, the kingdom is in sway,

What a beautiful world it is, now painted in gray

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frostbubble @ 2007-10-03T19:31:00

A Shaft of light & a Halo

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Which Seinfeld Character Are You?

'Bangles' by Niraj Chag

frostbubble @ 2007-09-17T11:28:00

:(

Free as in...

I am a rock...

Musing of the Golden Flowers

Rise from the ashes

Well its a start...