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Where I hold the one sitting up there responsible for everything and feign ignorance when my doing is being questioned | Do I Dare Disturb the Universe?
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Do I Dare Disturb the Universe? The Chaos Theory.a little not there. June 12, 2011. Where I hold the one sitting up there responsible for everything and feign ignorance when my doing is being questioned. Married for the past fifteen years. In an industry that never fails to entertain us with its stories of high profile divorces, it is wonderful to know that he and his wife have been together for a record fifteen years. Marriagedom (sic); another man who is a. It looks funny from the outside but from the ...
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Layering Life: Aise hi kuch kuch - Part 19
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Thursday, November 3, 2011. Aise hi kuch kuch - Part 19. People always fall in love with the most perfect aspects of each other’s personalities. Who wouldn't? Anybody can love the most wonderful parts of another person. But that’s not the clever trick. The really clever trick is this: Can you accept the flaws? Can you look at your partner’s faults honestly and say, ‘I can work around that. I can make something out of that.’? Labels: Aise hi kuch kuch. November 4, 2011 at 6:25 AM. View my complete profile.
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NO HOLDS BARRED: December 2009
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Wednesday, December 16, 2009. I wonder if there ever was a creator for the very entity that a watch symbolises. Can he manipulate his creation? Did he ever get acknowledged for his creation? Can he repair it if there ever a need arises? Why is there only one model for his design? PS: Inspired by "Who watches the watchmen? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. 9 Questions - Tag. A special Children’s Day.
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NO HOLDS BARRED: The wait for the morning
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Friday, December 31, 2010. The wait for the morning. I sit here wondering what went wrong,. When I had promised I would make everything right. Next time I would show her I love her more than life itself,. That she is the first person I think of in the morning,. And the last before I go to bed. I sit here wondering what should I say,. When she asks," Do you love me? I love every second we spend time,. And my time worth giving.".
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NO HOLDS BARRED: November 2009
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Tuesday, November 10, 2009. The Wrong side of Right. I wonder if what my parents told me were true. Am I being punished for not following God's plan? How would I know what God's plan is? I don't even know if any God exists or not. What is the definition of God? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. The Wrong side of Right. 9 Questions - Tag. A special Children’s Day. THE PATH TOWARDS NORTH.
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NO HOLDS BARRED: September 2008
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Saturday, September 13, 2008. Delineation of a dream. It was December evening and I could see clearly see through the thick fog and smoke that my life was setting foot on a new spring season. The tranquility of the evening. As if the sky had extended over the land,. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Delineation of a dream. 9 Questions - Tag. A special Children’s Day. THE PATH TOWARDS NORTH.
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NO HOLDS BARRED: February 2011
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Monday, February 7, 2011. Time as a source of salvation. I dream of its gift and I pity the science. I admire the conflict it triggers- the reality of the eternal or the illusion of the flux. The struggles of the human experience sometimes puzzles me whether 'the real' or 'the true' is present in a false or a lesser reality. Is there a 'real time' and a 'false time'? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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NO HOLDS BARRED: The White Lily
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Monday, February 15, 2010. I remember the time when you used to take me ,. To the mountains, to the place decorated. By beautiful colours and defined. By the modesty and majesty of the white lilies. How splendid they looked! Sometimes I wonder whose beauty I was admiring. Now I undestand why you are like the lilies. At dawn they unite with the breezes,. To announce the coming of light,. To breathe life into this place,. Its a beau...
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NO HOLDS BARRED: June 2009
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I don't use rules for writing. Always expect the unedited version from me. Tuesday, June 30, 2009. Now that I am through with the war, I can only ponder over my abilities to discern the right from the wrong. I have killed men. Did I kill them because they call God by a different name or because their noses were shorter than ours? I hear a priest recite the verses of the bible nearby. “ .Therefore put on the full armor of God. When everything is already finished I am not able to stand. As darkness thoroug...
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Layering Life: Untitled
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Saturday, September 20, 2014. Sitaro ko chune aasman chal pada. Maine kaha mere liye ruko zara. Use dekhne mein chanda aur taron se lad pada. Shayad nazorn ka dhoka ho chala. Yahan se vahan aur vahan se yahaan. Use dhoond dhoond kar mein thak gaya. Thi woh mann mein, chuppke baithi. Jis dhoondhte hue maine raat din ek kar diya. Zeher aur pani ka anttar mein kar na saka. Zindagi maut se door nazar aai. Behak gaya mein us anjani dor mein. Gaatho pe chalna chahta hu ab na jane kis ore mein. Aise hi kuch kuch.
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