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Phsycolitical: Reach Out
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Sunday, March 17, 2013. Reach out, drop your ego. Reach out, help one another. Reach out, make connections. Reach out, inspire some one. Reach out, its cool and the right thing to do. Reach out, you can move some one today. Reach out, you too are human. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A geek with a fondness for photography. A social animal with his own hibernation cycle. An engineer with desire to change the world. An artist who loves creativity. View my complete profile. A Prism of Thoughts.
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Phsycolitical: Just every other day
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012. Just every other day. Under the dim lights bouncing of the roof. I am digging deeper - into a burrow. More I prone, curl and stretch. More light seeps through. Darkness is what I seek but of no avail. The clock is ticking. The hole does not any get deeper! My feet and hands feel lethargic yet rested. The air is crispier, the birds are ever so loud -chirping. Yet I feel my burrow is the place I need to be. If only I could dig deep - deeper into the darkness and quiet.
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Phsycolitical: Noodle soup
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Thursday, September 12, 2013. In wonder and joy. I spend my days. With love of life and for. I move to the next day. With tanginess of defeat. The excitement of opportunity. With wait of possibilities. There is another day. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A geek with a fondness for photography. A social animal with his own hibernation cycle. An engineer with desire to change the world. An artist who loves creativity. View my complete profile. A Prism of Thoughts. Only Mumbai mere jaan.
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Phsycolitical: My Leprechauns
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Saturday, March 16, 2013. Ideas are beyond the confinement of my head. Ideas are now words, actions or deeds. Lost as ever, but different. Not in thoughts and regrets. But in possibilities and action. People change, else they change you. I met these people who changed me,. Restored my lost faith in hope. They express the meaning of oneness. Diversify faith in kindness. Paint hearts with color of love. And with grace they distribute gratitude. I met my leprechauns. They are not green but every other color.
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Phsycolitical: February 2009
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009. It began that way, a necessary conversation. Across the miles discussing things of the past. In a flattering manner it was delivered to a soul ever so beautiful and lovely. One that brings him joy and happiness,. A tragedy awoke him months ago,. An unsettling day that was- while he waited for her bloody night to pass,. After hours which seemed longer than ever, he heard her voice. A not so surprised tone reassuring him everything was fine. Fine it was- just for the night,.
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Phsycolitical: March 2012
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Monday, March 12, 2012. Success and Solitude seem. As two side of a coin. Success is an irony! It brings you an illusory happiness. To veil your eyes. As it cunningly steals something real. From behind your back. There is a contest. There are a dozen losers. The winner stands alone. The losers stand below. The applause, the fame. Doesn’t last forever. And when the world goes around again. Standing alone on a pedestal. Silent thoughts come and go…. Success goes to the head they say. On those left behind.
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Phsycolitical: July 2009
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Tuesday, July 21, 2009. Fish in a pond. Fishing in a pond. I came across one beautiful fish. Lost in her memories and her own world. I got a glimpse and have been ever enchanted. Little by little I was part of her world. And now so close with so much to share. She is across 3 oceans in a beautiful pond. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A geek with a fondness for photography. A social animal with his own hibernation cycle. An engineer with desire to change the world. An artist who loves creativity.
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Phsycolitical
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Monday, March 12, 2012. I walk along the shores of time. Look back at the waves and smile. One tide at a time. This too shall pass. The last thought that skims past the eyes. Light to dark. dark to light. With every flutter the mind hops. Between bliss and longing. Between interpretation and truth. Between dreams and reality. Between sleeping and staying awake. The night comes by, yet again. The lights go off, yet again. And there with open arms sleep awaits. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Phsycolitical: June 2012
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Thursday, June 14, 2012. I too shall fly. Lost in the oblivion of peace treaties. Trying to find the perfect ally. Across the river or over the oceans. With the wind beneath my sails. I leap forward into the sky. I am here to soar. I too shall fly. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A geek with a fondness for photography. A social animal with his own hibernation cycle. An engineer with desire to change the world. An artist who loves creativity. View my complete profile. I too shall fly. A Prism of Thoughts.
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Phsycolitical: March 2013
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Sunday, March 17, 2013. Reach out, drop your ego. Reach out, help one another. Reach out, make connections. Reach out, inspire some one. Reach out, its cool and the right thing to do. Reach out, you can move some one today. Reach out, you too are human. Saturday, March 16, 2013. Ideas are beyond the confinement of my head. Ideas are now words, actions or deeds. Lost as ever, but different. Not in thoughts and regrets. But in possibilities and action. People change, else they change you.
