in vacant or in pensive mood

Seriously, I don't care shit if Osama is dead or not. Frankly, I have lost all trust in such largely global crisis. I have several reasons to feel so. 1. VICIOUS CIRCLE - US aides Pakistan, which aides Al-Qaida, so basically, instead of directly selling Osama the arms, they were routing it through Pakistan who anyway can't raise their voice against the US. 2. STRANGE NEWS - Within two days of his death, news from within the US political camp seem different about whether Mr Osama was armed or not, and whether his wife is dead or injured. I mean, what the hell was the President watching LIVE and biting his jaws on? Are you kidding me? They see something live, yet don't know WHAT to report? The first report stated he was shot twice, once in the head and the other in the chest (just in case the bastard was still alive!?!), and now, the report states 3. SEA BURIAL - Who the hell gives a sea burial and WHY? Because no nation would want to do his burial. Fools could have used it a

Nature’s beauty is everywhere In you and in me In the mighty polar bear Or the face of a monkey But these treasures for the eyes Are hidden in darkness For him who love denies And is left to loneliness.

I’ve lived now but twenty years And am wallowing in miseries I’ve washed all my sorrows in tears, But am drowning in agonies. The hopes that were left are now flying in the air And are falling into the fields of ignorance, My heart grows cold as it no more can bear My love’s inconstant glance. Like a sponge squeezed off water dry My happiness is drained from me Looking at the past I can but cry To see me like a naked tree. Life has offered me nothing but pain And death comes creeping by – My cheeks grow cold – my mind insane, She was gone…. In the wink of an eye.

A blazing sun which poured its heat across The wide expanse of land that thirst for rain; Dead bodies piled up with moans of loss And streams of blood still flowed amidst the plain. A soldier jaded by the wars collapsed And gazing at the sky he shed a tear That screamed in silent shouts; his body lapsed: The life in him began to disappear – The tear that rested by his cheek did start A fire fashioned by the sun which charred The half-unconscious soldier’s corpse and heart And deep in ashes left his glory marred. As time passed by, the bodies burnt, you drank Their souls and left the plain, silent and blank.

I woke up startled, mine eyes sparkled A vicious dream had I My house was shattered, my heart was battered A thunder had struck near by. I was left with my bed, like my hand had said The prophet was right yet again, The sky grew dark, I got the mark: — My sorrow was being washed in rain. A lighting flashed by; my God said ”Hi! My child you tread on my land.” I looked all around me, felt as light as can be — Holding a harp in my left hand! Now I’m in heaven, above the worlds all seven I wanted to wander on Earth, My will was fulfilled, but a problem still — As an ant I had taken birth.

I stared at the clock. I watched its every minute and every second. I stared at it until all the noises around me were suddenly put on mute and the only deafening noise was that of the seconds ticking its way into the future. The doctor had told me to wait till 9 pm. It was 7:30 pm and every second was driving me crazy is some very strange way. I could feel my heart beating and realized that it was marching with the beats of the clock’s seconds. I took deep breaths. Paused. Let it all out. Paused. Began to feel my pulse again. No difference. I continued to stare at the clock. I don’t know what I was thinking or whether I was thinking at all. My eyes were glued to the clock. My senses were glued to the clock. My life was glued to the clock. A mosquito suddenly buzzed by and made me shrug my shoulders and blink. When I opened my eyes, like metal to magnet, they went straight to the clock. The second seemed to take a step back before proceeding its untiring rhythmic march into the future.

She tried to laugh, she tried to smile She found it hard to say, That it’ll be just a little while, That she with me could stay. She held my hand, shed a tear As her heart spoke to mine. She closed her eyes and pulled me near To say that she was fine I gazed into her lovely face And kissed her watery eyes, I took her into my embrace But she had left to the heavenly skies. Death came and snatched her loving soul And left; loneliness haunting me But though from me, her life he took She’s immortal in my memory

When the moon became the guiding light To the bright sunflower The sun awoke only at midnight And sugar tasted sour. When the clocks ticked the other way round The sea was tasting sweet, In silence one heard the echoing sound Of the drummer’s beat. When to go up one had to first come down And speech came before thought The kings became the hilarious clown And cold now meant hot This is the world we would live in: Without any month or season; The gods with the devils would drink a gin If love were to date young reason.

Pine trees bowed to some ephemeral breeze Magpies chirped just overhead, Nuances of green scattered amidst the distant trees, And my heart to capture beauty fled. He smelled her perfume everywhere, Followed her love song’s sweet echoes; He felt her presence in the air, And thought he saw her kiss a rose. He searched, he groped, he called her name And in silence she replied: “Go back my love whence you came, I was sleeping by your side.” He found her lying on the ground And his happiness he couldn’t bear When the profoundest secret he had found, That she’s in him, and therefore, everywhere.