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Tue, 26 Mar 2013 11:13:39 +0530

AWWWW !

peteypsjournal: A Dream Within A Dream Take this kiss upon...

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 18:09:15 +0530

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

-Edgar Allen Poe

When your house is burning down

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 18:03:16 +0530

When your house is burning down

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Fri, 28 Dec 2012 12:56:28 +0530

Dal Lake, Srinagar, Kashmir

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 17:25:00 +0530

Dal Lake, Srinagar, Kashmir

Nigeen Lake, Srinagar, Kashmir.

Sun, 18 Nov 2012 19:11:00 +0530

Nigeen Lake, Srinagar, Kashmir.

In My Veins - Edward Everything is dark/ it’s more than...

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 19:50:00 +0530

In My Veins - Edward

Everything is dark/ it’s more than you can take/ You catch a glimpse of sunlight/ Shinin’ down on your face.

aaaaah !

Wed, 17 Oct 2012 18:34:58 +0530

aaaaah !

imjustarebelwithoutacause: Ryan Gosling on the MPAA’s decision...

Wed, 17 Oct 2012 16:51:57 +0530

imjustarebelwithoutacause:

Ryan Gosling on the MPAA’s decision to give Blue Valentine an NC-17 rating over its inclusion of an oral sex scene. (x)

I freaking love him because, he’s just Ryan Gosling, you can’t just, not….

View from a cafe in Mcleodganj, Dharamsala, Himachal Pradesh,...

Fri, 12 Oct 2012 17:23:04 +0530

View from a cafe in Mcleodganj, Dharamsala, Himachal Pradesh, India.

hotboyproblems: 3-15am: yourmaj3sty: On June 11th 1963,...

Fri, 12 Oct 2012 12:23:03 +0530

hotboyproblems:

3-15am:

yourmaj3sty:

On June 11th 1963, Thích Quảng Đức, a Vietnamese Buddhist monk, sat down in the middle of a busy intersection in Saigon, covered himself in gasoline and He then ignited a match, and set himself on fire. Đức burned to death in a matter of minutes, and he was immortalized in a famous photograph taken by a reporter who was in Vietnam in order to photograph the war. All those who saw this spectacle were taken by the fact that Duc did not make a sound while burning to death. Đức was protesting President Ngô Đình Diệm’s administration for oppressing the Buddhist religion.

"Perhaps some people really are born unhappy. I surely hope not. Speaking for my sister and myself:..."

Wed, 10 Oct 2012 23:50:00 +0530

““Perhaps some people really are born unhappy. I surely hope not. Speaking for my sister and myself: We were born with the capacity and determination to be utterly happy all the time. Perhaps even in this we were freaks.””

thatfunnyblog: Funny Stuff you like? Awww !!

Tue, 09 Oct 2012 23:03:05 +0530

thatfunnyblog:

Funny Stuff you like?

Awww !!

Antilamentation: A poem by Dorianne Laux Regret nothing. Not...

Wed, 03 Oct 2012 15:59:00 +0530

Antilamentation: A poem by Dorianne Laux

Regret nothing.

Not the cruel novels you read to the end just to find out who killed the cook. Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark, in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.

Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot, the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones that crimped your toes, don’t regret those.

Not the nights you called god names and cursed your mother, sunk like a dog in the living room couch, chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness. You were meant to inhale those smoky nights over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.

You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still you end up here.

Regret none of it, not one of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing, when the lights from the carnival rides were the only stars you believed in, loving them for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.

You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake, ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs window. Harmless as a broken axe. Emptied of expectation. Relax. Don’t bother remembering any of it.

Let’s stop here, under the lit sign on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.

The Unbearable Lightness Of Being - Milan Kundera

Sun, 23 Sep 2012 21:35:00 +0530

The Unbearable Lightness Of Being - Milan Kundera

Charles Bukowski

Sun, 16 Sep 2012 22:58:23 +0530

Charles Bukowski

The Last Mermaid From the time she could remember, it was just...

Wed, 12 Sep 2012 22:47:00 +0530

The Last Mermaid

From the time she could remember, it was just her. Her and the ocean blues. And the dolphins. Dolphins who never forget.

She lived in the dark cove, hidden in Mariana’s Trench. Why they call it that, no one knows.

In the mornings she would look for pearls to entwine with seaweed and tie bows around her unruly hair. In the afternoons, she would play with the dolphins in her secret den. In the evenings she would swim out to the great beyond, across the anemones glowing on the seabed, across the swarm of jellyfish pulsating in the dark, past the coral reef, past the big blue whale who always swam quietly alongside her. She swam towards the light, towards the surface where she could see stars. She spent hours gazing at stars. She spent years gazing at stars. She was there when Titanic sank, when the sea swallowed it whole and dragged it down to the seabed, when Amelia Earhart lost her way, when the Russian submarines made so much noise that she had to hide in her secret cavern behind the dolphin’s nook.

She liked swimming out to the shoreline, watch the men walk by. She was attracted to these strange creatures with their mysterious ways. She always wanted to reach out to the warm sands of the beach

You see, mermaids, they live forever. They are immortal till they no longer can be. They don’t eat, they don’t sleep, they don’t dream of the great beyond and what lies beyond that.

That night, when she swam out to the shore, she saw a silhouette near the shoreline. She swam to the edge of the shore.

There was a man sitting on the beach, his head between his hands. He was sobbing. She didn’t know what tears were or how they tasted like sea water. She felt strangely drawn to the man. There is something so beautiful in pain. Further you want to escape from pain, it draws you in, entices you. She swam upto him, unfearing, put her hand on his head which was convulsing from the sobs. He looked up at her. Half mortified, half enchanted, he could not flinch away from her soothing touch. Her pale skin glistened in the moonlight and he couldn’t take his eyes off her black eyes which shone like embers. She looked at him with all the love she had. All the love that was languishing in her heart for eternity.

He was the only other being she had touched. She was the last mermaid alive. Since the time she was conscious, she swam alone in the darkest depths of the sea.

She slid in closer, and reached out her pale fingers and caressed his face. The touch set fire to her soul. She kissed him all over his face, her unruly curls wiped his tears away. She tasted salt for the first time. They held each other tight as if they had always known each other. So tight that they could hardly breathe. Mermaid and man. Yet they held on. But little did she know that when you hold on to something real tight, it is meant to slip away.

As the morning rays hit the shore they woke up in each other’s arms. He promised he would meet her the next night and every night for the rest of forever. Mermaids live forever.

She swam away dreaming of the time they would be together again. She glid down to the dolphin’s nook and looked long and hard at her hands. They had touched another’s.

She waited near the horizon all evening, thinking of how she would hold him close, play with his tousled hair, put her cold hand on his chest and feel her hand warm up against his beating heart.

No one came to the beach that night. She waited all night behind the rocks staring at the lights far away above the hills. She tasted salt on her lips and touched her face to feel tears streaming down her face.

When morning came she slowly slid away into the darkness. But the dolphins kept waiting for her in her den. What this mermaid didn’t know was that it was a broken heart which made all the mermaids before her disappear. Every single one of them till she was the only one left. Some times it was a sailor, some times it was a man who had swam far out to sea, some times it was a pearl hunter. It was always a man that broke a mermaid’s heart. It was a broken heart that mermaids never recovered from.

So the last mermaid disappeared. No one missed her except the dolphins in her secret den. And now mermaids are spoken of only in fables.

And some times in pretentious fables like these.

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Sat, 08 Sep 2012 20:36:22 +0530

"“Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a..."

Wed, 05 Sep 2012 18:18:00 +0530

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“Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.

There are some things you can’t understand yet. Your life will be a great and continuous unfolding. Don’t lament so much about how your career is going to turn out. You don’t have a career. You have a life. Do the work. Keep the faith. Be true blue. You cannot convince people to love you. This is an absolute rule. No one will ever give you love because you want him or her to give it. Real love moves freely in both directions. Don’t waste your time on anything else. Be brave enough to break your own heart.

”

- I read this today.

Wishful thinking!

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 10:33:00 +0530

I want to wear your sweatshirt to bed; Watch scary movies with you; Hold hands; Kiss you in the rain; Go on long walks with you; Laugh until I can’t breathe; Make you watch chick flicks; Play your favorite video games; Build a blanket fort and have a pillow fight; Sit in front of a fire and talk about life; Sit on a car hood and look at the stars with you. If only you existed :)