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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2007-09-01:2906</id>
 <title>The final night</title> 
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 <updated>2007-09-01T21:12:22+05:30</updated> 
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A sudden bout of sadness falls upon 
Where it is from whence it came 
And temporary bliss that is gone 
The earth it is just all the same 
 
For why a man to live in fear  
Of that an ...</summary> 
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Philosophy 
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A sudden bout of sadness falls upon 
Where it is from whence it came 
And temporary bliss that is gone 
The earth it is just all the same 
 
For why a man to live in fear  
Of that an inevitable thing 
As the cold pain of wait does seer 
An approach and ruin they bring 
 
The angels of death on steeds of white 
Their crowns the red as human blood 
And mouths the song of victims plights 
Their step filled in otherworldly mud  
 
Their caress as harsh as a thorn entwine 
And some soft as a lovers touch	 
The difference is of influence benign 
In fate of a soul dreading such 
 
Bereaved of form the angels loom  
Yet gaining in hold and might 
Their words the tales of impending doom 
That whisper in the cold dark night 
 
And in finality to loose and surrender 
Life, the glowing light in darkness cast 
To a divine plan and a hope of splendor 
Where mere pain and sadness lay surpassed 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 <title>The NRI of a lesser God.</title> 
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 <updated>2007-05-19T23:39:55+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text"> 
 
The Good ol</summary> 
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General 
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The Good ol 
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 <title>Lady love</title> 
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 <updated>2006-10-09T00:15:54+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">just one kiss love to say goodbye 
my dear to leave me as so  
a woeful heart that heaves a sigh  
to have to see you go  
 
that my hand it does try to do 
to clutch yours once a  last 
a ...</summary> 
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General 
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 just one kiss love to say goodbye 
my dear to leave me as so  
a woeful heart that heaves a sigh  
to have to see you go  
 
that my hand it does try to do 
to clutch yours once a  last 
a heart so wishing it could be true 
reminscnig such beautiful a past 
 
to know your heart another is 
it grieves this soul so more 
but this love is what it gives 
and pain it chose and bore  
 
and my shoulder you have no more 
so weep not my lady whatever 
even at what lfie has kept instore 
smile my heart's beat  forever 
 
and though a tougher road lies 
stride on with your head high 
and if no one to hold you tries 
i will, love but dont ever cry  
 
final farewells, and great regret 
that you were not mine to be 
and all i will hope to ever get  
is one last moment for me. 
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2006-09-24:2641</id>
 <title>Cutting the crap</title> 
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 <updated>2006-09-24T23:22:54+05:30</updated> 
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 Since time memorial, people have asked, whats wrong with the world, and prophets and philosophers have come up with answers (great ones no doubt),Yet i a simple person of no great credentials, ...</summary> 
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General 
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 Since time memorial, people have asked, whats wrong with the world, and prophets and philosophers have come up with answers (great ones no doubt),Yet i a simple person of no great credentials, attempt to answer that with whtever limited wisdom i have acquired. The world of today, as i believe could do great by just cutting the crap. crap not as the biological reject of the digestive sytem but that crap that seems to fill up all those speeches made by politicians. every where there seems to be a bloated image of what reality is.This is a world where lying on resumes and dodging traffic rules is common place, what we need is a serious overhaul of how we percieve life,if its going to get better, we ve done a lot to make life easier, the technology we use is growing by the day to make it a tad bit more leisurely, but its not technology that will get us out of this downward spin of society. The perversion of truth is most leathal to the order that we have strived to build. fanaticism is just one such perversion, that has culminated into the biggest threat, that we as the civilized world made on the foundations of peace can face. And though terrorism is the biggest threat it isnt the only threat. As a young man brought up with the visions of a greater country i can only wish that politics will finally bid farewell to corruption and youth to crime. I wish we would not not scrutinize people for every word they utter no matter how influential they may seem by understanding that they are basically as human as us, Lets not give into the threat of violence, but make sure that all antisocial elements are eradicted, lates initiate dialogue as our primary option to the resolution of ong held grudges. lets not condemn error( in reasonable limits) to be inhuman but lets celebrate it as natural as we are also natural. Let's do away with unhealthy competition and the strive to better, for the sake of looking down on others. lets condone the death of white, black, oriental all alike and not by any superflouos identity, while exhorting the need for the fundamental right to life. lets be able to express our deepest regrets and fears, unhindered by etiquette , lets burp to great lunches and sneeze without excusing ourselves. 
 . Lets walk up in faded jeans and an"i dont care" T-shirt to class and learn like we've never before learnt. It was a world made without most of the rhetoric, it would be great to keep it that way.  
 Though reality is far away from this UTOPIA of imagination, for who would get into politics if there was no "incentive for growth", or who wouldnt love to show their next door neighbors the latest household ammenty all the while carrying an " i have it and you dont" expression. It s human i guess the petty things that do fall into the category of "crap", but what matters is not making your crap toxic to the basic fabric of humanity. Dont enforce your beliefs on others by threatening to kill, dont restrict me , my basic rights, let me be what i want to, within the framework of a carefully sculpted rule of law.  
 And though in all certainity my words will go down into the abyss of forgotten philosophies, i can only hope and exhort  the need to keep it clean.  
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2006-07-26:2573</id>
 <title>A teenage woe</title> 
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 <updated>2006-07-26T14:38:23+05:30</updated> 
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  It  </summary> 
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General 
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  It   
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 <title>The pharaohs plight</title> 
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 <updated>2006-07-18T18:45:29+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text"> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 
   The power unseen rests within me       
   I command with authority from above     
   For your majesty now fails to see ...</summary> 
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 <name>thekabaka</name> 
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Poetry 
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   The power unseen rests within me       
   I command with authority from above     
   For your majesty now fails to see     
   That freedom is destined to us now     
   &nbsp;     
   Warned yet you pay not heed     
   To me, a servant of the one almighty     
   And in consequence, if we not freed     
   Shall be seven plagues of stark reality     
   &nbsp;     
   For your denial shall surely generate     
   The fall of a great rich empire     
   Dread the wrath of my lord    
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2006-05-22:2472</id>
 <title>The broken half</title> 
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 <updated>2006-05-22T16:39:01+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">Meaningless chatter for endless pain, 
Those merciless hands of beauty, 
To fall in snare or refrain  
Love a face of tragedy 
  
For the falsehood of a woman</summary> 
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 <name>thekabaka</name> 
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Poetry 
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 Meaningless chatter for endless pain, 
Those merciless hands of beauty, 
To fall in snare or refrain  
Love a face of tragedy 
  
For the falsehood of a woman 
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 <title>The lost life</title> 
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 <updated>2006-03-03T00:35:31+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text"> It was a day of a stormy life  So lonely and emotion filled That my soul seered in eternal strife To what of me is worth to build  For it is me a failure I stand  Lost in this place of earth ...</summary> 
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Poetry 
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  It was a day of a stormy life  So lonely and emotion filled That my soul seered in eternal strife To what of me is worth to build  For it is me a failure I stand  Lost in this place of earth Alone with none by my hand I tread with confidence in dearth  So then a question in me did ask Of what sin was this condemnation? To be denied the gift of task And to live in continuous desperation  An answer for I looked in my past Yet in its white was no crimson red Alas, those joyous days didn  
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2006-03-03:2329</id>
 <title>The common woe</title> 
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 <updated>2006-03-03T00:33:06+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">When wonders are your eyes sight 
And costly meats your tastes delight  
When lush green meets your daily stroll 
And the sweet aromas that fill your soul 
 
When your word assumes total ...</summary> 
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Poetry 
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 When wonders are your eyes sight 
And costly meats your tastes delight  
When lush green meets your daily stroll 
And the sweet aromas that fill your soul 
 
When your word assumes total command  
And all bow when your presence stand  
When pain and agony is but fantasy 
And pleasures of life every days reality 
 
When justice is what your mind judge 
 And glory beside you does trudge 
When satisfaction fills within you 
As your army swears solemn to 
 
Then know a king you are  
The one they call the morning star 
And know in all possible royalty 
There is who bear enmity 
 
Know that as serene as it is now  
Amount can turn it violently down 
Know that we are turned to hatred 
And that our wrath you shall dread 
 
The king you are that failed to heed 
The king so encompassed in your own greed 
Its time we declare change is order 
Its time oh noble we showed our power  
                                      
 -- The common 
 
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2006-03-03:2328</id>
 <title>Victory of hope</title> 
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 <updated>2006-03-03T00:31:30+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">The silence of the end looms over plain 
Their swords are down and their cause is vain 
As dead they are splattered with blood on ground 
They fought with valor but victory have not found ...</summary> 
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General 
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 The silence of the end looms over plain 
Their swords are down and their cause is vain 
As dead they are splattered with blood on ground 
They fought with valor but victory have not found 
 
The flags lay torn and desecrated in shame  
The flags they fought for in their king 
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