Wana live in Memories ...

Strange how sometimes memories are more beautiful then fantascies. Today i just wanted to live in my memories, wanted the to begin my day on the same swing and wanted it to come to an end in the same way as it had ended ... But i am not God . I have been on road for over a month and have experienced many things. I came across a poem which could summerise every thing beautifully. But i am using my mobile blog so it would be better for me to leave it for next time, tilk then you take care :-)

"It Is A Beautiful Day"

Recently physicist said that they nearly simulated the Big Bang by colliding the sub-atomic particles . I too some how simulated the pre-Big Bang environment, where your existence becomes meaningless, silence is deafening and you try to make yourself busy with the meaningless things in order to divert your mind from thinking and asking questions like, what...? Why….? Where….? You try to invent different ways of killing time. Now I think I know why God created the world, why he created us.

It has been very long since I read something sensible or for that matter read anything at all and this should be evident from the waywardness of my thoughts . I tried many things to forget the existence of myself (everything else seemed to be too important to be forgotten) even tried music as a way.

"….. What ever you say , what ever you do
I will always say that you are the best thing
that ever happened to me…"


"….It's a beautiful day, the sky falls
And you feel like it's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away

You're on the road but you've got no destination
You're in the mud, in the maze of her imagination
You love this town even if that doesn't ring true
You've been all over and it's been all over you

It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away ……."

Turned to "Invictus" for inspiration but it didn't turn up to my expectations, seems that at times like these "kick-Ass" or "How to train your dragon" would had been a better choice, so looking forward to them. Some how feel like the lieutenant in "Forest Gump" at the time of the storm, perched on top of the boat shouting " … its time for a show down, you and me , I am right here come and get me … eee haaa".

Dedicated to The Ever Elusive Freedom .....

Here is a translation of kashmiri poem written by zarif Ahmed Zarif, hope you like it


Young boughs, burnt buds
Flames are at the garden too
Dreams of love turn to ashes
Sleep scorched by fire too.
Who to tell, who’ll listen?
Read deeply each word,
In deep winter, summer’s blaze
The heart’s frozen in summer too
Mirror after mirror distorts faces,
Distorted too my own image ...
Waiting , waiting in vain for
The spring wind to come my way;
Drunk and frenzied, autumn’s grey
Covered its own redness too.
Inside, deep inside I’m ground to dust
Eyes robbed by the thief of sight
Heart after heart- a grave
Mourning quietens conversation too
Letter after letter pierced with lance
These times have banished learning
Pen after pen with tongues torn out
Shackles ring the city too
Flower after flower , wind scarred
The poppy heart glows with the scar
All my being bruised, says Zarif
Nothing left for the balm too ...... (Zarif Ahmed Zarif)