tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27414204835222962372024-02-06T20:52:36.264-08:00the unclassified.Puja Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13299899428520725226noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741420483522296237.post-50307933194651371392011-03-27T23:32:00.000-07:002011-03-27T23:35:36.618-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7wdYB-W4w4bgPRnMP_D114Yhyphenhyphen1I7wBWF_n2EaCuD6_9wX5tXyTVHM8kJkwMmwDiu5iuXbcc24_sweXroIaU0U2lDaPJmUOhOck7KaWwScvFUa6YNtrOkWTlaTwtvxx_723uP_WQzgMLo-/s1600/bhook+lagi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7wdYB-W4w4bgPRnMP_D114Yhyphenhyphen1I7wBWF_n2EaCuD6_9wX5tXyTVHM8kJkwMmwDiu5iuXbcc24_sweXroIaU0U2lDaPJmUOhOck7KaWwScvFUa6YNtrOkWTlaTwtvxx_723uP_WQzgMLo-/s400/bhook+lagi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589015500542185842" /></a>A poster I made for a monstrous hungry woman. None have seen her earlier. She comes out of nowhere. She is red. And hungry.Puja Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13299899428520725226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741420483522296237.post-25630253204850864142010-02-26T06:05:00.000-08:002010-02-26T06:06:00.709-08:00Confusion. God or Spirit?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">I dont know what to say, about religion because I am an Agnostic.<br />NOT an Atheist.<br />Agnostic is a person who does not,NOT believe in Almighty,but is just not sure whether there is some power there or not.<br />Confusion basically.<br />And I master confusion.<br /><br />I dont get it when people term it Bhagvan,Allah,Christ and all.<br />If I have to believe,there is probably,one power up there,somewhere,which ..I dont know..controls everything?<br />Thats because of the miracles that happen.<br />But then I think,that all Spirit and Ghost stories should be true too,right?<br />I havent seen either.<br />How do I believe in it?<br />But my mom prays,she says certain people have powers.<br />Those certain people are human beings just like me.Why dont I have them then?<br />Maybe because I havent concentrated enough.But what do I concentrate on?<br />Why does science say,there is no magic and witchcraft?<br />But why do backward people still believe in it?<br />Who are backward?<br />They who believe in superstitions? Or the scientists who have destroyed their beliefs and are having a cold ,subdued form of World MIND War with them?<br />But yet,why do I find myself,praying and saying ''God please let this happen''.when I dont believe in him actually?<br />Is it just in the mind? or when my prayer fruits,did God really do it?<br />Or was it just luck?<br />What is luck again?<br />Isnt it co-incidence?<br />If it is, what is an incidence?<br />Why do people record incidents?<br />Why do you preserve and want to people to know you?<br />Why do you collect money,and have all materialistic cravings,when you know you are going to leave the earth one day,with nothing,absolutely?<br />What happend when you die?<br />Where do you go?<br />Do you become a Spirit,or A GOD.?<br />Do people remember you?<br />Or do they curse you?<br />but how will you know?<br />Your dead,arent you?<br />So how do the Gods know?<br />Arent they dead as well,because you cant see them?<br />And they are spirits again,now,right?</span>Puja Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13299899428520725226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741420483522296237.post-49027607882068444412010-02-22T02:36:00.000-08:002010-02-22T02:38:18.545-08:00Moonlight Sonata. A poem and image made to illustrate it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhymoKSyHu_JVRrOAP6qmRKux8fVVbC_wFp8_xeTjKe-u4kHat59QgFmwWl5cW2KczzY7-pwQRMkLZ_tpJnsTTjOLVVUOHNiUUSHrjdjRHXnAL_u5_bex-wMW1sUfROgypeRS8nWPORwvGc/s1600-h/Moonlight_Sonata_Beethoven_Puja.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhymoKSyHu_JVRrOAP6qmRKux8fVVbC_wFp8_xeTjKe-u4kHat59QgFmwWl5cW2KczzY7-pwQRMkLZ_tpJnsTTjOLVVUOHNiUUSHrjdjRHXnAL_u5_bex-wMW1sUfROgypeRS8nWPORwvGc/s400/Moonlight_Sonata_Beethoven_Puja.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441015254381341282" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><div>The darkness grew</div><div>Just when she had no clue.</div><div>Awoken bu the owl's hoot</div><div>She rushed to the window and stared blankly</div><div>She stared unknowingly.</div><div>There was an uncanny feeling</div><div>There was a weird reeling.</div><div>The wind gushed</div><div>Like it was in a rush</div><div>Leaves floated in air</div><div>With no responsibilities to bear</div><div>The eerie feeling,felt good</div><div>Somehow,with her,it could</div><div>Communicate.</div><div>Elucidate.</div><div>The feeling within her</div><div>As she clenched the soft fur</div><div>Of the teddy she got last summer</div><div>It gave her the courage to leave it behind</div><div>To let her unwind</div><div>The rusted mechanisms that lay</div><div>Within her mind's play.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the dream she walked </div><div>When nothingness talked</div><div>Past that lonely bench,that quirky tree</div><div>Which gave her new visions to see</div><div>The world in a new wave</div><div>The future in a new gaze</div><div>The future that would be bright</div><div>The future that would bring white light.</div><div>The surroundings became cold</div><div>The darkness grew</div><div>But she wasn't afraid,because she knew</div><div>That it was the fear within</div><div>It was the fear of her mind-made sin.</div><div>The moon was above</div><div>Her guidance was love</div><div>She knew they wouldn't leave her</div><div>She knew she could trust them.</div><div><br /></div><div>In bliss she turned around</div><div>To see that nothing was found</div><div>No bench ,no tree</div><div>No hum of any honey-bee</div><div>The moon hid behind big dark clouds</div><div>The clouds that just enhanced</div><div>Her already heavy breathing</div><div>The floating leaves,lay on the ground,dead</div><div>They squeaked and had all turned red</div><div>The owl had disappeared</div><div>And the wind chased behind her</div><div>The thing,she most feared</div><div>She ran,she ran,she ran</div><div>She hopped ,skipped ,jumped</div><div>Through puddles and roads that bumped</div><div>Up and down,up and down,up and down</div><div>But all that increased ,was her frown</div><div>Panicked,she fell down</div><div>To find,that she was on the edge of the town</div><div>She heard a peculiar tune</div><div>She recalled them saying ''You will hear it again,soon''.</div><div>This was the time.</div><div>This was when her life would rhyme</div><div>Along with them,along with the tune,along with her fear</div><div>She knew she had to run along that same way</div><div>She knew,now she would not have a say</div><div>But a choice is not what she wanted</div><div>She wanted to show them,she was not for granted</div><div>Wiping her tears,she walked.</div><div>She walked back.</div><div>To them.Through the thorns.</div><div>Through those nasty unborns.</div><div>She faced them eye to eye.</div><div>She knew.</div><div>It was their time to cry.</div><div><br /></div><div>In a dream she walked</div><div>When nobody talked</div><div><br /></div><div>And the darkness grew</div><div>When she laid the clue.</div><div><br /></div></span>Puja Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13299899428520725226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741420483522296237.post-72072504954508658472010-02-02T13:23:00.001-08:002010-02-02T13:28:44.492-08:00Freedom.<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Corbel;"><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">With a catastrophe of restrictions we walked</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Past superficial attitudes , as we laughed</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Held back with the pressures of the outsides,</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">We went restricted in in the life’s ride</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">In claustrophobic surroundings ,</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">We unhappily followed all </span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">abidings</span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span></span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span></span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">But as the clock ticked,</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">With an effort of ourselves to be lit</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">We came her.</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">And not thinking , we started in top gear</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">We started running along in this race</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Which ,as taught, was more of a chase</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">But then there was an abrupt stop</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">And what we experienced was a ‘’wake up’’ knock.</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">We stood there confused</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Our mind triggers , diffused</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">It was a weird feeling</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">That got all our heads reeling</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">We tasted something so sweet , yet so sour</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Felt like years went by , just in an hour</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span></span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">We were bound together</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">We were for each other.</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">For once selfishness did not matter</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">For once our minds were out of that clutter.</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">We looked around in hypnosis</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">We chucked all vague efforts of making any analysis.</span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span></span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">So many colors</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">So many smiles</span></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">So many teasers</span></b></span></span></span></p><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">So much , after walking miles</span></b></span></span></span><div><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></b></span></span></span></div><div><span style=" ;font-family:Corbel;font-size:12pt;"><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Millions within our reach</span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">And all our minds that could now teach</span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Teachers became friends for once</span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">We left behind all our mind-made fears for once</span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">For once we did not care</span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">For once we did share</span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Our thoughts ,our expressions,</span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Our feelings , our emotions</span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">So different ,yet so similar</span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Poles apart , yet familiar</span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-family:Corbel;"></span></span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">This feeling was better than marijuana , wine or rum</span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">This is how NID , bound us together with FREEDOM</span></b></span></span><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">.</span></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-family:Corbel;"></span></span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"><br /></span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">I wrote this poem,as a part of our Visual Language course.</span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Just describing what NID has done to us,to me,more of.</span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span style="font-family:Corbel;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Which,umm..was not really the purpose of the given assignment.</span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; text-align: left; direction: ltr; word-break: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">But,nevermind.</span></b></span></p><div><span style=" ;font-family:Corbel;font-size:11pt;"><br /></span></div></span></span></div></span>Puja Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13299899428520725226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741420483522296237.post-35946752156392224202010-01-29T11:03:00.000-08:002010-01-29T11:04:50.274-08:00Rain.Steam and Speed. ( based on the painting by William Turner)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Like the fiery steam,i move through<br />Cloudy days and mystique nights,<br />Abiding by all thats around me<br />In my catastrophic happiness and fearless frights.<br />Like the tracks,my life's laid<br />Open as the greens,with endless rains.<br />And it comes to me as i gush past the moving fog,<br />Leaving behind all my stains.<br /><br />But in this fast moving world,i lose myself,<br />In the thoughts of that unknown elf.<br />The crystal blues scatter by<br />In my world of darkness,placed up so high.<br />I try stepping down,but chained i feel<br />And find myself gurgling in the ocean wheel.<br />I try running away,but i fail<br />Only to know,i am bound by this trail.<br />Upon tolerating bridges,and the fading rivers<br />Seeing the blues turn yellow,my heart quivers.<br />I see them screaming,fighting,and i hide myself<br />And close my soul in that rusted shelf.<br /><br />But then the rains evoke me,and i find mysef running<br />So fast that i forget turning.<br />Like an engine pulled machine i rush along<br />When everything blurs and i lose my inners,that made me strong<br />Mystiques become hindrances,and throw me back<br />And i find myself on that same shack.<br />I fail but tell myself its not forever<br />And with this,i wash down all my shiver.<br />I run back along that same track<br />The spikey rains,the misty steam cannot hold me back.<br />Arounds blur,jealous screams purr.<br />But i run along<br />To complete my life-song.</span>Puja Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13299899428520725226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741420483522296237.post-506030175905258042010-01-29T11:02:00.000-08:002010-01-29T11:03:47.365-08:00Elf.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); width: 460px; float: left; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size: 13px; "><div class="GBThreadMessageRow_Body_Content">That first announcement<br />That first excitement<br />That first feeling<br />That got my head reeling<br /><br />The story of each villain<br />The story of his pain<br />The story we all share<br />The story to say,which none dare<br /><br />In the catastrophy where i belong<br />That uncertainty ,I have held so long<br />The relativity of good and evil<br />Thats for so long had douched me and my upheaval<br />To know what ‘’He’’ feels like to the story of his side<br />To see the impact he made on us<br />Just to entangle our brain-wire in such a fuss<br />How he messed my inners with vile<br />And made me come out of my juvenile<br />How indirectly He had a say in everything i did<br />And how he opened that forever closed lid<br />How he dusted that lonely-rusted shelf<br />How he came to be my ever dreamt elf.<br />Yet they pointed<br />Yet they screamed<br />Yet they doubted<br />And called him The Bad One<br />Who had not yet sprouted<br /><br />His character was made so strong<br />Yet he could never last long<br />Only though,on the silver screen<br />But in dreams, He was there in every scene<br />AND they hated him<br />They were disgusted<br />And he could never be trusted.<br />But who is remembered when you think Sholay?<br />Not Jai,not Veeru.Its GABBAR who,in your mind does play.<br />Who copies His voice?<br />YOU do.<br />Who repeats Him?<br />YOU do.<br />Then why is He to be remembered as The Bad Guy?<br />To your self,why do you even lie?<br />When you see Parinda,who do you see?<br />In your minf,who flashes the key?<br />You sympathise with who?<br />The Hero.<br />But you love to see who act?<br />Certainly not him.Because he was The Zero.<br />Yet he HAS to kill the Bad Nana.<br />Yet he HAS to win.<br /><br />Because YOU need to be happy.<br />Because YOUR heart needs comfort.<br />Because it is you who termed Nana Bad.<br />ANYBODY know His story?<br />No.<br />Because nobody bothers<br />Because everybody smothers.<br />YOU are scared.<br />YOU don’t want to be dared.<br /><br />AND here i conclude.<br />Its YOU who terms them Good and Bad.<br />Its YOU who makes them and NEVER wants to be sad<br />Its within you.<br />Its within your mind.<br />And you never want to find<br />You never want to know<br />You never want to show<br />So you term them.<br />To save your over stitched hem.<br /><br />There IS no evil<br />There IS no Bad.<br />Its only how we look at them<br />Its ONLY because we fill ourselves<br />With the dirt layer of satisfaction<br />And live in a weird amalgamation<br />Of thoughts not yet analysed<br />Of feelings not yet moralised<br />Once you come out of your rusty shelf.<br />You will know.He is not bad,but an Elf.<br />-Puja Ray.</div></div></span></div>Puja Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13299899428520725226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741420483522296237.post-61133803982713729002009-06-27T13:19:00.000-07:002009-06-27T13:20:57.302-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; ">ill be there wenever u need someone<br />ill be stealing looks at you,amidst ur time for fun<br />ill be gazing into ur eyes,wenever i get a chance<br />will wipe away all ur sorrows,just like u did once<br />ill hold ur hand in the rain,lest u slip and fall<br />ill be there to clean ur bruises,b4 even u give out a call<br />ill be there to put ur blanket on u,when u feel cold<br />ill be there to carry all ur burden,when there is none else to hold<br />ill be there when u close ur eyes,and ur feeling blue<br />ill do everything that it takes to change d colour of ur hue<br />ill wake u up everyday for class,lest u sleep it over<br />ill be there to find u ur perfect gurl,just as u like it,all so sober<br />ill be there to give u a massage,when ur legs ache<br />ill be there to remind u of taking ur meds,lest u forget<br />ill be there to draw the curtains for u,when ur tired<br />ill be there to control ur ac temperature,to make sur ur well catered<br />ill be there as d shadow,when its too sunny<br />ill be there to light ur zippo,whcih u got fr 100 bucks of money<br />ill be there to make u study for ur supplies<br />il try my best to calm u down and to keep u at ease<br />ill be there to make ur bed for u<br />ill be there to take care of bonnie and clyde too<br />ill be there to protect wth wadever i have<br />ill be there to remind u not to fag<br />ill be there to see movies wth u<br />ill be there to listen to u<br />ill be there to watch u<br />ill be there to embrace u<br />ill be there to hug u<br />ill be there to kiss u<br />ill be there,only for u...<br /><br />im still standing at that zippo counter,seeing u smile,im still at kfc,listening to u,and seeing u smile again,im still there at the tyre shop,seeing u get all sweaty,im still walking wth u,and wishing i cud help,im still going around wth u,searching for colleges,im still at ur place,watching u come out all wet after a shower,i cn still smell u,i cn still taste u,im still opening ur shirt,im still trying to play fifa,im still watching u play pop,im still talking to u in ur balcony,im still getting scared wen u talk to ur mom..im still back home listening to u cry over d fone,im still online,waiting desperately for ur msgs,im still writing my diary,and saying i love u 1000 times,im still smsing u,im still reading all ur msgs,im still typing in this at fb,im still acting stupid,im still acting immature..</span>Puja Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13299899428520725226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741420483522296237.post-14499365603722734862009-04-03T10:52:00.000-07:002009-04-03T10:54:45.975-07:00life.i suppose.far far away<br />i see d sun sparkle<br />creeping up the window so grey<br />it reaches me n wants my say<br />on wad shud b his next step<br />from the world so long that he has kept<br />his secrets,his desires.his wishes<br />n all his altered cliches<br />he wants me to hold his hand<br />n pull him out of ds drowning sand<br />afraid is he of his competitors<br />n more of dose covered cheaters<br />who cum in a whoosh<br />and take away all his glory<br />n leave him cornered ,all so sorry<br />not fr others,but fer himself<br />n close him upon his own shelf<br />he reaches his hand out<br />for me to hold<br />but i stay so stout<br />i don look atr him<br />thinking my own made problems<br />are always at brim<br />becum so self centred has ds world<br />dat apart from scribbles,nothing else is heard<br />confined in our own conceptual prison<br />v seldom look out<br />out fer wad others need<br />out fer givin others heed<br />v stay in our own sweet cyst<br />n take life as a mist<br />don have time fer ne1 else<br />n go just lookin forward,hence<br />in one straight motive<br />in one straight desire<br />to b d 1st,to be always in fire<br />wen do v look at the other?<br />to us,wen duz it ever bother?<br /><br />*period*<br /><br />this is why i dont complain<br />evn if no ones dere wen im in pain<br />i gv dem a sweet smile<br />n cover their insides so vile<br />take my sorrows to my own grave<br />n within me,do i save<br />all my distresses<br />all my pain<br />n let out by d simple rain<br />fer no body s dere fer me<br />even though i try hard not to see<br />i close my eyes lose my own self<br />n be sumwere in d land of d elf<br />i fly off within to some dream land<br />were dere is you ,to hold my hand<br />i dream,i crawl,i swim,i fly<br />"up above this world so high<br />like the daimonds in the sky"<br /><br />but soon do i realise<br />that ur moving away<br />n in ds case i hv no say<br />i realise u hv ur own miseries<br />n u cant find d keys<br />of d door u locked upon urself<br />but ur ego duznt allow u to cry fer help<br />not just d case wt u,<br />but everyone else too<br />ds is wad life has done<br />ds is wad cums bak to the story of d sun<br />all of us r caught up in d same maze<br />n all v cn see is just haze<br />not ur fault,not mine,not his<br />its just the world dats becum a bizz<br />has it becum self-cntred<br />has it becum one-motived<br />has it becum so arrogant<br />has it becum so captived?<br /><br />on ds note i end<br />leavin perceptions in ur mind to blend<br />n becum summin new<br />fer ds world to see<br />n fer something to be..Puja Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13299899428520725226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741420483522296237.post-86658162648526643872009-04-02T02:28:00.000-07:002009-04-02T02:29:46.324-07:00http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=di_UbxpCprkPuja Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13299899428520725226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741420483522296237.post-89423003037477478142009-04-01T01:13:00.000-07:002009-04-01T01:14:37.240-07:00lycans fascinate me! totally.Lycans are creatures simialr to werebeasts, with one expection..they have only 2 forms and<br />neither of them are human. Lycans appear to be normal everyday run of the mill animals<br />(including common house pets), but when they are angered they shape change into rather large<br />and very dangerous beasts forms of their normal selves. Lycans are fairly intelligent, less<br />than a human but damn smart for an animal. They can quickly learn to understand a language,<br />as well as communicate their wants and needs to someone they have been around long, and who's<br />intelligent enough to pick it up. Lycans are mostly harmless, atleast they look that way, in<br />their natural form and even behave exactly their other normal counterparts; but it's when<br />they are pissed off that their true nature is revealed that opinions of the animal will<br />rapidlly change. Lycans are still so similar to their normal kin that they become attached<br />and loyal to many people, if those people take care of and feed it and show it proper<br />affection, like a normal pet. Of course, once a Lycan's true nature is discovered...it will<br />no longer be a normal pet, instead it will be one helluva pet.<br />The histroy of the Lycan isn't really known, but certain very high level magic-users that can<br />create life have been known to more than one of these creatures around their dwelling,<br />guarding it most likely.<br />There are 2 common types of Lycans; dogs and cats (domestic/house). Although there are other<br />types of Lycans, they are far far less common than the simple dog and cat variety, some of<br />these other Lycans include monkeys, lizards, birds, 'toy dragons', and rarest of the<br />rare...the BIG cats. There is also a super rare sub-type of Lycans, commonly called the<br />Battlycans. The Battlycans get their from the fact that they are perfect riding mounts, and<br />don't seem to mind it, though some are non-mountable. Of all the types, only large toy<br />dragons, large lizards, large dogs, large monkeys, and the big cats can ever be Battlycans.<br />Some Lycans ARE feral, and such do roam in wild packs. If there is a Battlycan in the group,<br />it will be the Alphalycan (if it's an adult). Wolf Lycan packs are known to be in the<br />Americas (plus monkeys and cats in south america).<br />Breeding: If 2 lycans breed, the litter will be all lycan. If a Battlycan breeds with<br />another, each baby has a 10% chance of being a Battlycan, but they will all be Lycans. If a<br />Lycan breeds with a normal animal (of it's same species) each baby has a 50% chance of being<br />a Lycan, if one is Lycan it has a 1% chance of being a Battlycan. If a Battlycan breeds with<br />a normal animal, each baby has a 75% chance of being a Lycan, and each Lycan baby has a 5%<br />chance of being a Battlycan.Puja Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13299899428520725226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741420483522296237.post-15887758641947057232009-03-30T05:58:00.000-07:002009-03-30T06:00:16.256-07:00the break-up<div class="column body"><div class="text">dead,crying,insane by thoughts<br />there was he<br />lying on a street corner.<br />blind by the heart<br />deaf by the touch<br />there,was a complete loner<br /><br />catastrophic wass he<br />scribbles was all he could see<br />caught in this undefined maze of life<br />black mornings,orange nights<br />yellow riverswas all that formed his sight<br /><br />the nervous lines around<br />whipped him,slapped him<br />and salughtered him<br /><br />his grave was dug,and flowers laid<br />but from thid bleak world<br />no atttention was paid<br /><br />bidding goodbye<br />there was he<br />liein quietly in his grave<br />when sumthin reachd his lips<br />and left a moist touch<br />and ds gave him the power to say<br />"yaas! this is me"<br /><br />the scribbles around seemed to disappear<br />white light touched him<br />as his sight started to re-appear<br />the nervous contours became sharper<br /><br />the world looked brighter<br />i could smell the flowers<br />i could see the rainbow<br />i could feel the schism<br />from my head to toe<br /><br />my toungue ran wild<br />on bright azure sands<br />my thoughts ran deep<br />on moist hands<br /><br />the voice inside roared<br />and leaped a lion too<br />the angel behind ds transition<br />i knew it was YOU<br /><br />you gave me life<br />you gave me freedom<br />you made me explore<br />the hidden beauty<br />a lil bit more<br /><br />i tasted love<br />i tasted oneness<br />i cried in joy<br />for being out of my clumsiness<br /><br />but now i am going back<br />for my sweet sleep<br />for u ran away<br />cuttin me deep<br /><br />within me i do sigh<br />that you never came<br />and that i was never out of my shame..<br /><br />and now its just time to say goodbye.</div></div>Puja Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13299899428520725226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741420483522296237.post-15226741981548544812009-03-25T12:23:00.000-07:002009-03-25T12:25:22.135-07:00the beautystruggling wt the blanket we share<br />n seeing ur eeky nostrils flare<br />i wake up to the mystifying dawn<br />n head to walk on d ever-green mossy lawn<br />dat lay in front of us<br />covered wth sparkling dew-drops<br />mesmarised by d beauty of the lush<br />i realise,in my eyes there r sobs<br />not of despair,not of fear<br />but of thots dat mk me cheer<br />thots of d recent hours v shared<br />n d way i got lured<br />d way he held me,the way he carassed me<br />d way he made every momnt beautiful,i could just see<br />a life-pact was prolly wad i'd signed<br />the night b4,just after v had dined<br />i donno wad it was fer him<br />but within me,i was on the brim<br />fer,to him i had signed my life<br />n had made an unsaid bribe<br />den the thots go blue<br />there are so many,that i cant find my hue<br />i lay in a world so unkown<br />full of fantasies i had yet not been shown<br />midst the red n white<br />summin held me tight<br />but i din wanna let go<br />n my pain,i din wanna show<br />pain of losing him,fear rather<br />i didnot want my dreams to shatter<br />wen i was almost gone<br />he pulled me bak<br />n moisture touched my flowery lips<br />n all fear drained away,like lose sand frm a sack<br />i tried fighting with all i had<br />but hadda gv up to this lad<br />he had me upright<br />n didnot let me fight<br />but soon i realised i was losing sight<br />everything turned black<br />everything turned to a lullaby<br />i remember being in his arms<br />secured fer life wth his sublte charms....<br /><br />shrugging all last night thots<br />i try getting out of all knots<br />i try taking a step forward<br />wen from behind he comes<br />and holds me hard<br />in a clasp i couldnot break<br />in an excitemnt i couldnot shake<br />he sniffs below my ear<br />n wipes away that lil tear<br />he tells me he loves me<br />n distress in me,is wad he cannot see<br />i close my eyes n leave myself to him<br />i fall in his arms n let myself fly<br />like d world had nothing to do wimme<br />i was in a weird high<br />he turns me around<br />n glory touches me again<br />n in this kindom,i let him solely reign<br />as i give away myself<br />to this angelic elf.....Puja Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13299899428520725226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2741420483522296237.post-42688118727601291342009-03-24T06:36:00.000-07:002009-03-24T06:47:25.064-07:00well.i donot really know why i started this.i am not a blog person.but yet,i think sometimes you do things in life which donot probably have a meaning for u,which donot probably have a feeling for you.but yeah,u still end up doing it.well,another thing i think holds significance in my life is NID.i mean,i wrote my first poem after coming here,9 months back.and then,after gettin applauses on reading it out,i basically started writing.and look at this! after 9 months i start my own blog! whoa! i am someone who gets into these "writing" moods.but very rarely.generally i am doodling in my sketchbook or talking.to myself.randomly.i really need to be told to write something.seriously.like majority of my poems are course reflections.when everyone else submitted write ups on mere literal descriptions,i wrote a poem.majorly what i think got me started.but anyway..lets hope for the best!Puja Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13299899428520725226noreply@blogger.com0