tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53804408763054702242012-02-15T22:32:12.277-08:00Perseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936784939580856975noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380440876305470224.post-99746608076030772010-02-24T16:06:00.000-08:002010-02-24T16:37:38.815-08:00waking up ...<br />for coffee ...<br />for checking e-mails ...<br />and sometimes for reading books<br /><br />food ...<br />food for thought ...<br />and then ...<br /> only thoughts<br /><br /><br />nice music ...<br />good friends ...<br />nice conversations ...<br />but thoughts remain<br /><br />hot tea ...<br />tempting smell ... <br />but this cup is already full<br />... of coffee<br /><br />the music is nice ...<br />but too loud ...<br />coffee is good ...<br />but tea would have been better<br /><br />tired ...<br />after swimming ...<br />and hungry again ...<br />for good food<br /><br /> tomato-basil soup ...<br />looks delicious ...<br />but i wanted chicken-noodle soup ...<br />not available today<br /><br />its ok ...<br /><br />- raghav<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380440876305470224-9974660807603077?l=beingperseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Perseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936784939580856975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380440876305470224.post-37199182593411790032010-02-15T13:27:00.000-08:002010-02-15T14:11:31.581-08:00out of tune ...<br />out of words ...<br /><br />beats refuse ...<br />to obey the order<br /><br />meaningless attempts ...<br />to execute ...<br />the masterplan ...<br /><br />of creating ...<br />sweet melodies ...<br /><br />melodies that were ...<br />neither heard before ...<br />nor will ever be ...<br /><br />bitterness ...<br />cacophony ...<br /><br />that is all that emerges ...<br />and the stubbornness ...<br />of infinite hopes<br /><br />futile struggle ...<br />futile hopes ...<br />futile suffering ...<br /><br />the musician ...<br />is insane ...<br /><br />refuses to give up ...<br />the struggle ...<br /><br />for those sweet melodies<br />unheard by the world ...<br /><br />but he can not escape ...<br />the bitterness of their sweetness<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380440876305470224-3719918259341179003?l=beingperseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Perseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936784939580856975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380440876305470224.post-91987642214288379712010-02-02T15:57:00.000-08:002010-02-02T16:48:38.741-08:00light as a feather ...<br />smoothly surfing ...<br />surfing on the breeze ...<br />breeze full of scent ...<br />scent of the roses ...<br /><br />every single rose ...<br />full of beauty ...<br />beauty to behold ...<br />the moment of satisfaction ...<br />the moment of peace ...<br /><br />the moment ... ...<br />passes inevitably ...<br />the next moment presents ...<br />a surprise ...<br />full of thorns ...<br />full of pain ...<br /><br />pain that worsens ...<br />by the memories ...<br />of that last moment ...<br />the present moment ...<br />seems endless torture ...<br /><br />a heavy stone ...<br />on a tender heart ...<br />light as a feather ...<br />crushed by its own weakness ...<br />maybe forever ... ...<br /><br />but in the end ...<br />my greatest weakness ...<br />turns into greatest strength ...<br /><br />breeze ...<br />as soothing as ever ...<br />and me ...<br />as light as a feather ...<br /><br />surfing continues ...<br />miraculously.<br /><br />best,<br />raghav<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380440876305470224-9198764221428837971?l=beingperseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Perseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936784939580856975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380440876305470224.post-20849412212772329252010-01-27T16:50:00.000-08:002010-01-27T17:55:13.904-08:00think ...<br />think again ...<br />follow the chain ...<br />of pure logic ...<br />simple ... black and white ...<br />facts are facts ...<br />the rest is mirage ...<br />a hallucination ...<br /><br />feel ...<br />feel deeply ...<br />follow the arrow ...<br />of the gut intuition ...<br />colors are colors ...<br />neither black nor white ...<br />black and white world ...<br />only a hallucination ...<br /><br />more i think ...<br />more i conclude ...<br />thoughts are self defeating ...<br />contradicting ...<br /><br />more i feel ...<br />more i forecast ...<br />a storm ... of feelings ...<br />devastating ...<br /><br />insecure ...<br />with or without logic ...<br />with or without feelings ...<br /><br />is anything worth thinking ?<br />is anything worth feeling ?<br /><br />faith ...<br />the hallucination inside ...<br />absolutely essential ...<br />to hope ...<br />to survive ...<br />amidst the greatest hallucination ...<br />the life.<br /><br />- raghav<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380440876305470224-2084941221277232925?l=beingperseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Perseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936784939580856975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380440876305470224.post-54527015324238157302009-05-30T18:31:00.000-07:002009-05-30T18:39:13.871-07:00<p align="center">Free As A Bird<br />Lennon/McCartney/Harrison/Starkey<br /><br />Free as a bird,<br />it's the next best thing to be.<br />Free as a bird.<br /><br />Home, home and dry,<br />like a homing bird I'll fly<br />as a bird on wings.<br /><br />Whatever happened to<br />the life that we once knew?<br />Can we really live without each other?<br /><br />Where did we lose the touch<br />that seemed to mean so much?<br />It always made me feel so...<br /><br />Free as a bird,<br />like the next best thing to be.<br />Free as a bird.<br /><br />Home, home and dry,<br />like a homing bird I'll fly<br />as a bird on wings.<br /><br />Whatever happened to<br />the life that we once knew?<br />Always made me feel so free.<br /><br />Free as a bird.<br />It's the next best thing to be.<br />Free as a bird.<br />Free as a bird.<br />Free as a bird.<br /><br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380440876305470224-5452701532423815730?l=beingperseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Perseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936784939580856975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380440876305470224.post-89361063463563578762009-05-28T17:33:00.000-07:002009-05-28T20:32:09.234-07:00How can the very eyes of the truth ...<br />tell a blatant lie ?<br /><br />The two shadows of the same me ...<br />which one to trust ? ... and why ?<br /><br />Denial remains ...<br />and so does its denial.<br /><br />The neverending struggle ...<br />to avoid crossing ...<br />the invisible line.<br /><br />The truth is obscure ...<br />deceptive ...<br />and perhaps as impure.<br /><br />The invisible line ...<br />is dotted ...<br />to allow crossing indefinitely.<br /><br />Still ... I exist as one single truth ...<br />magically ... perfectly ... purely.<br /><br />The rainbow of truth ...<br />presents itself ...<br />in its most true form.<br /><br />How can this magical sight ...<br />even hold a slightest of lie ?<br />It is only<br />more beautiful ...<br />more sublime ...<br />more pure ...<br />and even more true.<br /><br />- Raghav<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380440876305470224-8936106346356357876?l=beingperseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Perseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936784939580856975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380440876305470224.post-76212513055767179632009-03-01T08:40:00.000-08:002009-03-01T08:41:07.482-08:00<dl><dt><span style="font-size:+1;">W</span>HERE the mind is without fear and the head is held high </dt><dt>Where knowledge is free </dt><dt>Where the world has not been broken up into fragments </dt><dt>By narrow domestic walls </dt><dt>Where words come out from the depth of truth </dt><dt>Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection </dt><dt>Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way </dt><dt>Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit </dt><dt>Where the mind is led forward by thee </dt><dt>Into ever-widening thought and action </dt><dt>Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake. </dt><dd><b>Rabindranath Tagore</b></dd></dl><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380440876305470224-7621251305576717963?l=beingperseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Perseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936784939580856975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380440876305470224.post-55361283951441409232007-07-18T08:46:00.000-07:002007-07-20T22:58:50.736-07:00travelling everyday ...<br />the same road ...<br />the same direction ...<br />see cars come ... and go away ...<br />the gradually vanishing whistles ...<br />inviting a chase ...<br /><br />the sky is just a mirror ...<br />reflects the same story ...<br />clouds come everyday ...<br />forming such wonderful shapes ...<br />every single one to disappear ...<br />with wind ... they go somewhere far ...<br />again ... mocking me to chase them ...<br /><br />the beach ... the sea ...<br />play the same mockery ...<br />this time with the waves ...<br />the vanishing waves ...<br />promising to take me far ...<br />at the end ...<br />just a foolish chase ...<br /><br />the whole world ...<br />is nothing but a mockery ...<br />an invitation ...<br />of chasing ...<br />making me run like a madman ...<br />to chase the horizon.<br /><br />no ...<br />stop the chase.<br />dwell high ... way too high ...<br />among the moon and the stars ...<br />to realize ... once and forall ... that ...<br />there is no horizon that can be chased.<br /><br />raghav<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380440876305470224-5536128395144140923?l=beingperseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Perseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936784939580856975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380440876305470224.post-55586934265348386792007-07-15T06:00:00.000-07:002007-07-15T06:25:44.216-07:00You and me ...<br />with our jigsaw puzzles.<br />yours harder than mine ...<br />and mine more subtle than yours.<br /><br />Our puzzles took so many shapes ...<br />independently and together ...<br />some funny ... some serious ...<br />some so so ...<br />while some terrific ... yet incomplete ...<br />just an illusion of being complete.<br /><br />The missing piece ...<br />yours with me and mine with yours ?<br />Do u realize the same ?<br />or yet another illusion ?<br /><br />- Raghav<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380440876305470224-5558693426534838679?l=beingperseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Perseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936784939580856975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380440876305470224.post-34430425344264051792007-06-18T08:58:00.000-07:002007-06-18T09:11:38.243-07:00Every single drop makes ripples ...<br />not just on surface ...<br />but deep inside ... my tender heart ...<br />triggering the silken waves ...<br />soft and shining ...<br />impulsing the whole body ...<br />to go insane.<br /><br />The rain comes again ...<br />its the nature which is calling ...<br />but raindrops have vanished ...<br />instead, rosy pearls are falling.<br /><br /><br />best,<br />raghav<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380440876305470224-3443042534426405179?l=beingperseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Perseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936784939580856975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380440876305470224.post-66395580834288170452007-06-15T08:58:00.000-07:002007-06-15T09:31:53.431-07:00In this new world I entered ...<br />No noise whatsoever ... only the calmness ... the steadiness ...<br />All motions are slow ... slow and rhythmic ...<br />Even chaos I make becomes rhythmic ..<br />.<br />Dreams just disappeared ...<br />or rather merged into the life itself ...<br />Green eyed mermaid ... I am amazed by your world ...<br />it is as still as your eyes ...<br /><br />What next ? ...<br />Will I survive any longer here ... underwater ...<br />half asleep ... half awake ?<br /><br />As long as you keep looking into my eyes forever and ever ...<br />as long as your twinkling dimples greet me everytime we meet ...<br />as long as you are my girl ... I'll live.<br />The rest matters not.<br /><br />Raghav<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380440876305470224-6639558083428817045?l=beingperseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Perseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936784939580856975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380440876305470224.post-16049254402927539072007-06-05T12:09:00.000-07:002007-06-05T12:53:37.539-07:00She works in an aquarium, so I call her mermaid.<br />And she has got the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen.<br /><br />A little trouble ...<br />She is just too far, in another world, oceans away ...<br />I wrote this poem for her ... only for her ...<br />And when I gave it to her ...<br />she told me that this is the most beautiful poem she has ever seen.<br />Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder!<br />And her green eyes are truely beautiful ...<br /><br />My Lord, why am I behaving so crazy ?<br />Am I in love again ?<br />---------------------------------------------------<br />The Green Eyed Mermaid<br /><br />So deep you leave me in the ocean of your eyes<br />so true is the truth, that the truth never lies<br /><br />The truth is I loved you, loved whole night long<br />dancing on the beats of your neverheard song<br /><br />Now the music is in waves and the melody in air<br />but the singer is too far and thats just not fair<br /><br />Though the lands are apart by oceans and much more<br />the symphony is still heard when waves hit the shore<br /><br />Oh green eyed mermaid, come flying with these waves<br />and take me to your world in those fancy coral caves<br /><br />Are these the lies or dreams I dream with you ?<br />but in your beautiful eyes ...<br />my green eyed mermaid ... my lies too look so true.<br /><br />Raghav<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380440876305470224-1604925440292753907?l=beingperseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Perseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936784939580856975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380440876305470224.post-82186083170325678622007-05-18T10:34:00.000-07:002007-05-18T22:03:17.919-07:00It's pretty bright over here ...<br />still I can't see what lies even an inch ahead ...<br />the white darkness ...<br />inside and outside ... it looks the same.<br /><br />Where is the light ?<br />Where is the light !<br />The light herself refuses to light ...<br />leaving me wandering in this bright darkness.<br /><br />Oh light! Beautiful light! Do you hear my cry?<br />Be back ... I am waiting ... for the mist to disappear.<br />As having you without having you<br />is darker than the darkest night I have ever had ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380440876305470224-8218608317032567862?l=beingperseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Perseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936784939580856975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380440876305470224.post-9229087401889625992007-03-08T21:44:00.000-08:002007-03-08T21:46:34.704-08:00Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air<br />And deep beneath the rolling waves<br />In labyrinths of coral caves<br />The echo of a distant tide<br />Comes willowing across the sand<br />And everything is green and submarine.<br /><br />And no one showed us to the land<br />And no one knows the wheres or whys<br />But something stirs and something tries<br />And starts to climb toward the light<br /><br />Strangers passing in the street<br />By chance two separate glances meet<br />And I am you and what I see is me<br />And do I take you by the hand<br />And lead you through the land<br />And help me understand the best I can<br /><br />And no one calls us to move on<br />And no one forces down our eyes<br />And no one speaks and no one tries<br />And no one flies around the sun<br /><br />Cloudless every day you fall upon my waking eyes<br />Inviting and inciting me to rise<br />And through the window in the wall<br />Comes streaming in on sunlight wings<br />A million bright ambassadors of morning<br /><br />And no one sings me lullabies<br />And no one makes me close my eyes<br />And so I throw the windows wide<br />And call to you across the sky<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380440876305470224-922908740188962599?l=beingperseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Perseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936784939580856975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5380440876305470224.post-73256364006678838462007-02-20T20:26:00.001-08:002007-02-20T20:28:30.448-08:00<span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><b>"Incomplete"</b><br /><br />Empty spaces fill me up with holes<br />Distant faces with no place left to go<br />Without you within me I can't find no way<br />Where I’m going is anybody’s guess<br /><br />I’ve tried to go on like I never knew you<br />I’m awake but my world is half asleep<br />I pray for this heart to be unbroken<br />But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete<br /><br />Voices tell me I should carry on<br />But I am swimming in an ocean all alone<br />Baby, my baby<br />It’s written on your face<br />You still wonder if we made a big mistake<br /><br />I’ve tried to go on like I never knew you<br />I’m awake but my world is half asleep<br />I pray for this heart to be unbroken<br />But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete<br /><br />I don’t mean to drag it on, but I can’t seem to let you go<br />I don’t wanna make you face this world alone<br />I wanna let you go (alone)<br /><br />I’ve tried to go on like I never knew you<br />I’m awake but my world is half asleep<br />I pray for this heart to be unbroken<br />But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete<br /><br />Incomplete<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5380440876305470224-7325636400667883846?l=beingperseus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Perseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02936784939580856975noreply@blogger.com0