I'd spent all my time Weaving the quilt But after all this while The threads revolted.
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I'd spent all my time Weaving the quilt But after all this while The threads revolted.
If right this very moment, I could take you for a long walk behind the curtains of time and space and reveal to you all that you cannot now see... the magic and miracles of creation, the secrets and mysteries of the past, the countless forgotten friendships you've made, the rainbows and waterfalls of the cosmos, and all of the adventures that will one day sweep you off your feet... do you know what would eventually surprise you the most? How homesick you'd be for all you now have... drama included. - Anonymous
Alternatives to “ Calm yo Tits”
I'm in love with you, and i want out, before I lose myself to you.
When you look at the stars laid under the vast sky I wonder if you ever named one after me? Looking outside from rolled up windows sitting in a car parked in your porch watching it rain, i wonder if i ever cross your mind? I wonder what you feel when you open Skype in the middle of the night and you see my contact light up Or when you’re in your bed lost in the books and you see the bookmark danging What must you think? If it takes you back in time I wonder?
For those who know me as a collegue, acquaintance or even a friend, would tell you that my life is fine. There is nothing missing. Oh, but there is. I’m missing a muse. Now, you would be inclined to call me one of those suckers who are drunk on the idea that only love can save them. Maybe, i am. Maybe, i am no better than you are. We wake up everyday, see the same world and its all so exciting but to me its not exciting enough. The blues are not as vibrant and whites not as bright, blacks are not as dark. I wanna wake up to find her under the white covers and sun light falling on her body justfying it in all its glory. Every inch of my body wanting to pick up a camera and release the moment from the constraints of slipping time. Do you realise what just happened? I’m sick. Delusional. Maybe worse, i’m as afraid of being normal as each one of you are. Scared of dying as a mere statistic. Maybe i too am leading the life as a patrogonist weighed down by the noire looking for salvation. Maybe we’re equally conceited.
~ Amen
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1fqC9nbmc4)
“I am happy on the outside, but inside something gnaws at me; some presentiment, anxiety, dreams — or sleeplessness, — melancholy, indifference, — desire for life, and the next instant, desire for death: some kind of sweet peace, some kind of numbness, absent-mindedness; and sometimes definite memories worry me. My mind is sour, bitter, salt; some hideous jumble of feelings shakes me! I am stupider than ever.”
~ Frédéric Chopin, from a letter Image, XXY
Hu janma tere lafzon mien, Hu panpa teri baaton mien Hua hoon teri yaadon se shuru Mita bhi teri yaadon mien Hoon bikhra tumhare baalon mien Hun simta tumhari aankhon mien Hoon mehka teri khushbuon mien Door kahin banke ek zar'ra Hai paaya khudko dua mien mien tumhari Main hoon aur kuchh bhi nahi Main hoon. Kuchh bhi nahi. ~ Amen
“I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more”.
Rumi
This makes the Veg vs Non veg debate a lot more interesting.
Researchers from the University of Missouri found plants respond to attack
They discovered the sound of caterpillars eating made them more defensive
Plants that heard caterpillar sounds released more mustard oils, which are unappealing to caterpillars and thus ward them off
But plants that heard the wind, despite having a similar acoustic sound, knew not to waste their defensive capabilities
This suggests plants are able to identify sounds in their environment
Researchers in Bonn, Germany, found plants give off a gas when under 'attack'.
Super-sensitive microphones picked up a 'bubbling' sound from a healthy plant.
But this rose to a piercing screech when it was under threat.
Even a tiny insect bite could have an effect.
'The more a plant is subjected to stress, the louder the signal,' said Dr Frank Kühnemann.
Plants do not actually scream in pain. But different sounds are heard when the gas they emit, ethylene, is bombarded with lasers.
The research could help to work out which pieces of fruit and vegetables are likely to stay fresh longer, as a cucumber which is starting to go off produces a squealing sound.
It could then be separated from the fresher ones.
Live to the point of tears // Albert Camus.
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Ek aag ka dariya hai..
Masoom mohabbat ka bas itna fasana hai Kaagaz ki haveli hai baarish ka zamaana hai. Kya shart-e-mohabbat hai , kya shart-e-zamana hai, Aawaz bhi zakmi hai aur geet bhi gaana hai. Uss paar utarne ki ummeed bahut kam hai Kasti bhi puraani hai, tufaan bhi aana hai. Samjhe ya na samjhe , wo andaaz mohabbat ke Ek shaks ko aankhon se aaj Dil ki baat sunaani hai. Bholi si ada , koi phir ishq ki zid par hai Aaj phir ek aag ka dariya hai aur doobke jaana hai.
Martyrdom day of Bhagat singh, 23 march 1931
Indian freedom fighter