Happiness is..

'I ASKED the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell
me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives who boss the work of
thousands of men.
They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though
I was trying to fool with them
And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along
the Desplaines river
And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with
their women and children
and a keg of beer and an
accordion.'

Carl Sandberg, Happiness

..why do we start killing our own kind..

Everyday we are bombarded with images of human strife and suffering, half of it because someone decided that a few people around them did not suit their 'tastes' , they did not have the right colour, the right language, religion or ethnicity! After all this is done, would they be given a chance to redeem their soul? Would't all this haunt their memory and torment them in their lonely old futures....

The hand that grabs mine,
begs for the gift of life, that magic touch that would put it all together!
Screaming out her agony,
life half-fulfilled, half-lived,
loved ones to care for,
betrayers to confront!
Divine grace or divine misery,
Are we responsible for this unfair mortality?

Life ebbs away from her like a retreating tide,
Dragging away with it, encouraging fragments of existence,
The hand that no longer holds mine,
Farewell...

Hello blogspot world

Me and a friend were rhyming and riddlin.. the results..

#1

peter pan was cooking noodles in his head
cos he was wearing a pan instead of a cap,
and on the days he wore a cap,
he went fishing and spoke crap..

Returned:

Peter was
A madcap
Who made
Tinkerbell snap
By Hook
Or by crook.

#2

in the crook by the brook,
sat he, like an old coot,
little did people know,
that it was peter with a hook for a foot!

Returned:

The lost boys,
The mermaids' toys,
Michael's Teddy Bear,
Wendy screaming, "Where?"
Pan making the air green,
As visible as snow, but unseen.

#3

Hitherto unseen, but felt all the time,
he goes by the name of the primal scream
invite him in and you'll lose your rhyme
thats how it is when u witness his crime..

time weighs heavy..

Another mundane day.. The days of the week should be labelled Mundaneday1, Mundaneday2.. and so forth.. weekends are well relaxing.. there is this overpowering urge to induce lethargy.. this sounds like a psycho blog.. haha.. plodding thru work, i chanced upon these lines in my mind.. i dont know if these are original!

am hanging by these threads of reality
am hurting but i feel no pain
they say what i envision is next to inanity
i dont know what i am supposed to gain

hmmmmm

who what where whyyyyy

Its weird the way the blinking cursor patiently waits for words that might come tumbling out of my brain, the rate at which my brain conjures up mundane words haven't reached a cresendo yet so there is no fear of 'tumbling' out here.Hopefully I should write something meaningful in the days to come..

Bon Jour mes amis..