Message From Wind.

O sweet gusty wind,

What do you bring me on this gush?

Some little glitters or

A rush of adrenaline?

I wonder, I muse!

I stand here ,

As you blow through my hair!

My eyes close.

Deceiving the vision all to blur!

I wonder how it will be?

Will it bring me the news I oblique to?

Or something that is so fatigue!

Oh tell me wind!

Whisper in my ears…

Those hisses and enlighten me.

Oh mother, the orb of light

Wake up from the hibernation.

Look about and listen!

The wind brings thus the stories unheard…

Of the loon lovers and passions shared,

Of riots and massacres,

Of sweet companionship and so on....

And fragrance from faraway places!

Wrapped in some tight bundles.

I thus cut off the senses,

And opens up my mind!

As they brush about me,

My curiosity polished,

I sigh out loud as memories rush.

A sob so soft leaves my soul.

The flaunting leafs, trembles and falls!

And then all those tears are washed off.

I open my eyes to something new.

Oh wind thus is your power,

Eternal one!

You bring a new life to me and all.

You sweep those hurdles,

And shower them with peace!

As I stand on this earth,

Bare,

Born along the ways of the great orb!

Alas, love so innocent,

So crucial, fills me to overflow!

Wind oh wind!

Thy bought me the newness of will!

A Small puff For Life. . .

Life is one of the weirdest thing, in my opinion. . . Today let me introduce one of my friend who would like to share a  small thought about life. . . . Ladies and Gentlemen, Meet Nijo John, A profound thinker. . . He plays with things that people hesitate to and yet comes out being successful. .  . Once he asked me if I would like to start a blog with him. . . And  I told him I'll think about it. . . Some times back I decided to give him a post in my blog. . .  So here is what he has for my faithful readers. . .  Go through it. . . You wont be disappointed. . . 

 He could be contacted via Facebook and Mail. Here are the address. . . 
 Facebook:Nijo John
 G mail       : nijotjohn@gmail.com
 

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As I watched the smoke swirls in the air, thoughts entered my mind....
Everybody's life is like a cigeratte...
You starts it, when it's burned....
But your inner fire is just obscured by the ash...
At some point you'll have to tap the tip and loose that ash...
Only then the fire will become visible....
But it's everyones own decision, when to tap the tip....
Also give that inner fire a little nudge by inhaling it, to make sure that fire is still on....
Just give your smoke the right conditions....
You'll sure get your fix for life....

(*Warning: Smoking is injurious to health. . .  Please do avoid it at any cost.  . .)

Where are my thoughts?

Where are my thought?
I wounder how they slipped!
was it on the person
whom I loved the most?
was it on the person
Whom expired last night?
Was it on the person
who was my best friend?
or was it on the person
who had wounded me the most?
I wounder, lying on the bed of grasses.
Where are my thought?


Maybe it is on the sun,
That shines so bright.
Maybe it is on the moon,
That lightened my nights
Maybe they are on the, 
raindrops dropping down the mat.
Or maybe on the wind,
that is caressing my chest.
I wounder lying on the bed of grass
Where are my thoughts?