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Mindyandy

Faraway, in a land of sparrows and oranges, lay half a million bugs under a boulder. Bug Andy was a funny bug. He was always playing tricks. But he had a good heart and bad breath. Bug Andy had an accomplice named Bug Mindy. Bug Mindy was a gleeful insect. Always helpful and willing to participate in all of Andy's pranks. One day, a giant snake named Python Xavi overturned the boulder and there lay exposed the half million bugs scurrying away as fast as their tiny bodies would permit.Python Xavi in a huge act of deviousness leaped at the bugs and quietly scooped half of the million bugs. Bug Andy was mortified. He and the surviving half managed to enter into a rabbit hole. Rabbit George was perched at his desk eating an orange and poring over his papers. He was a judge of the highest order. Bug Andy crept up unto his ear and shouted, "We bugs are in great danger! Save us from the python." Bug Mindy cried, "Yes Rabbit George! Save us from the python's wrath!&quo

Mo Kotz

Who we are never changes. Who we think we are does. By not over thinking the less intelligent handle emotions better. Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid. Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad. Tact is the art of making a point without making an enemy. To err is human, to arr is pirate. You must learn to see what you're looking at.

My Idea of God

I believe in a sexless power. Unassuming, omnipresent. A force that changes, forms, and adapts. Without which nothing would have ever been. Without which nothing would exist. It is not a God. Neither any being, human or alien. It is the founder of nothing and completer of everything. In it exists the source of everything. And it lacks nothing. And in it's simplicity lies its complexity.

Lame songwriting that will not culminate into a song!

Every time I see your face You I crave to embrace Every time you glance at me I'm weak in my knees every time you looked at me and closed your eyes I felt like I could no more disguise every time you lied every time I cried all those days I felt like I would fly And all those nights I felt like I would die Thanks but no thanks I don't need your lovin' I don't need your textin' I don't need your bullshit Thanks but no thanks You lost your chance Like you did your sanity Before you you placed your vanity Thanks but no thanks Go take your fancy hat!

LIST!

I made a list of songs whose first syllable corresponds with the alphabet. For example, the first word in the song "More Than Melody" by Anna Nalick is Hey, so the corresponding alphabet is "H." A After All This Time by Simon Webbe B Dangerously In Love by Beyonce C Where Are You Now by Britney Spears D Basket Case by Sara Bareilles E Lucky by Radiohead F Fly With You by Pete Murray G A Beautiful Life by Lindsay Lohan H Hey there Delilah by the Plain White Tees I Closer by Travis J Love The Way You Lie by Rihanna K Kahi Aag Lage from "Taal" L Love Is Blindness by Trespassers William M Your Love Is My Drug by Kesha N Slipped Away by Avril Lavigne O Let Me Go by 3 Doors Down P Everyday by Dave Matthews Band Q Kyunki Itna Pyar Tumko from some Hindi movie R Halo by Beyonce S End where I begin by The Script T Sand In My Shoes by Dido U Mama Do by Pixie Lott V Sorry by Maria Mena W Just Around The River Bend from "Pocahontas"

Yoga in Goya

I will always remember the day I felt one with the earth while lying on the grassy floor of the secluded grove in the middle of the undiscovered tropical forest listening to the deep sounds from all around and holding in my hand the rough, small and irregularly shaped rocks and remotely aware of my sense of self while gazing at the endless canopy of pine trees strong and proud below the limitless untouched sky that was so sparsely littered with stars, there was barely any space between them. I watched till my entire being, and all that I am aware of, drowned in a slumber so sweetly enchanting I felt I was floating and when my eyelids opened I was overjoyed to find that I was indeed transported onto the still calming waters of the vast ocean. Never moving, my body felt weightless. My mind even more light. This was what life was all about. Getting lost. Not finding yourself, not uncovering hidden truths, not having epiphanies, not discovering unknown answers to unanswerable innumerable q

Jaraka's Gewata

In the great mountains of Uvapishidora, there are rich and at random locations, well decorated in flowery embroidery and intricately adorned Ape Kings for each range and a mighty sword each of great lineage. But they never go to war, they just use the swords to check the ripeness of their many lovely myriad variety of exotic fruits. Among these great Ape Kings or Yeshums, there is one of them of certain distinguishness that for this story to have a plot, if not be another one of my foolish night writings, has to be talked about, well, in humongous detail. Hell, imma make this all about King Jaraka. Because, one, a short story is best with the least employment of characters and it's way past midnight, and two, because I'm no Christopher Paolini thinking up awesome weird names. Okay, so King Jaraka here, was a pretty awesome kind of king. Kind of like the emperor in the 'Emperor's new groove,' minus the skinniness and the eventual show of heart in his character. (Co

Kamna now Watchable!

My very own YOUTUBE CHANNEL!!!  >>>> CLICK I do covers on my guitar, sometimes without (if I don't like the chords ;)) and am working on some originals too!

New Quotes

For people who believe strongly in the illusiveness of life, to doubt would be more correct than to bear full conviction about anything at all. But then again that questions their primary belief in illusions. - Aditi A world without faith in a higher power or a god is a better world where we can be responsible for our own actions; where we can be kind to one another because we want to and because it is the right thing to do instead of being frightened into behaving by the threat of divine punishment. Many events may have defied your ability to explain, events that seem like miracles, but if you are convinced that you failed to understand them because you're still woefully ignorant about the universe and the learning will never stop, then, you cannot and will not believe that a deity altered the workings of nature. Don't ignore reality in order to comfort yourself, for once you do, you make it easy for others to deceive you. Understanding breeds empathy. We do not writ

Mowgli

I only name this Mowgli because, one, I mention him twice, in two different contexts. And two, because naming it 'ponderings' or 'thoughts' would make it super done. Oh, and because Mowgli is awesome. Experiences form a mind. Each person is defined by their experience, good or bad. A great mind directly correlates to great experiences. Each experience good or bad, constitutes each part of your beliefs. You believe what you see, what you're told, what you feel. But these are all obvious statements. As usual, I have a string of questions to complicate the simplicity of this fact, like every other common knowledge -- which is basically what we have led ourselves to believe is true, and thus have created facts. We see the ground and say it's the ground. We've forged an identity for this thing that looks kind of groundy and so we call it the ground. What makes the ground groundy we know is by it's characteristics. You name a white dog snowy, for example. Bu

Reflections

Sitting in the backseat of her old Chevy The girl is staring at herself in the rear view mirror Her face is perfectly symmetric Her eyes almond shaped Her eyeballs the blackest black There is a look of untouched innocence in those eyes She's is but a girl of thirteen years She is relaxed, and yet, has never felt a sense of such unprecedented gaiety before She's on her way to a traditional ceremony Her driver is driving swift and oblivious to his sole passenger She is garbed in a red salwar kurta Admiring herself, she feels no less than a bride The hair is a symphony of soft musical waves; A black cascade of dancing curls The forehead is the size of her little finger The eyebrows are slightly angular The nose is long and straight and broad altogether She has issues with her nose on an everyday basis But not today. Today she felt and looked the epitome of beauty The lips are neither too thin, nor too thick The jaw is neither high like a movie star's Neither is it indistinct

Werehuman

Unexpectedly she spewed hot fresh blood in the middle of the feud She was appalled at her vision that was astoundingly askewed She danced in circles; her rapture of great magnitude Away she fanned away, the crowd, they booed Towards the rotting brain of the toads, the flies with great discipline queued She was alarmingly exquisite, not anything like the brood Her master was by this evidence, indeed very shrewd No one in her mind resided, none dared to intrude An unquenchable hunger lingered in her for something that could be food Unrequited are her desires, she can't help but be in such a dramatic mood She stops her nimble feet as she announces the interlude Cowering low she looks incredibly fragile now, dude Her eyes give away her pain, there's no one there to have her soothed She then scowls and all in a mighty fright were shoo-ed Bounds herself in a ball rocking self, looking one, so well glued Then she passes into the void, poor little Jude Whispers goodbye to the world, un

The Comic-al Boy

Look at that boy, sitting in the library Attention consumed by a "Calvin & Hobbes" comic For a full ten minutes we stalked him While he sat innocent, oblivious on the stool Not for a millisecond does he look up So rapt is his adoration and attraction He seems other-worldly His every five seconds' smile The sheer joy on his face He looks the part; he's the epitome of what a reader should be He's aged a decade plus five years passed In those small smiles, and often big, un-suppressed expressions of pure emotion, lies his awe Unbeatable, the subtle wholesomeness of his amusement In his world, there exists nothing of this one An undeniable fantasy world he lives in It must break his heart so when Calvin's adventures end!

And... Another stupid poem!

Taurus the walrus has a wealthy corpus in the bank of fungus He's in love with Cheryl the gorgeous Up to her, he approaches saying "Hello Miss!" But she won't respond, no blushes For she's a haughty one, one of the showbiz After a fortnight of his broken-heartedness Cheryl walks into a park and falls into a ditch Taurus rescues her and soon after they lived with happiness

Sierra

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Her eyelashes glittered in the rays of the sun The eyes beneath danced with joy She was the Chosen One. To her, it was bestowed the power to fly alone. For sixty-eight days she lived in the stratosphere Ate a doughnut in the clouds she called her home Not once she felt the desire to descend Until now that is. No longer did her cheeks flush with glee Her eyes lay still and mouth numb She longed for the life downstairs Realization hit, it was always lonely at the top of the world.

Yellow Biksie

The wind is blowing the street light's glowing The world is one, there's not another place you'd rather be from Smile and sing to the trees and they'll forever prosper Just like the elves do in Ellesmera Text your "hello"'s to the Lebanese lesbians in Lisbon Giggle out loud because your password rhymes with Zaphod Beeblebrox Get yourself so startled that the words "Holey Haley!" just burst out of your mouth Flirt with greasy Gracie and dream about her long legs Encourage two-toothed Tilly; lead her on 'cause she's your only stalker! And so what if this, while it started off as a poem, not any more sustains a decent tune! The title, is the name of my newly formed 2-man band. Check it out here----> Yellow Biksie's Official Youtube Channel Please like, share, rate, comment, subscribe, and spread the word if you love us, which you will. :)

Charlie!

Alexis and Ellis sat on the porch of Alexis' Trenchtree outhouse. It had been three and a half months since the sisters met and it didn't seem like it for they shared a close enough bond that even time or distance wasn't a hindrance. There had been a torrential downpour for the past week on the Eastern part of the town of Uhbridge but here on the West it was dry like a basement. They had unfulfilled dreams, dreams that made them restless and nostalgic. Restless because a part of them felt like they could have been living different lives from what they chose. And nostalgic because of all the thorough plans they made at that very porch billions of years ago. Or so it felt. But they were not bitter. The siblings were content with what they were and what lives they created. The husbands they chose, the children they nurtured and the love they spread. So the sisters sat, both eating freshly plucked peaches from the peach tree in the yard. Alexis wore a purple coloured bonnet

Hijab Poem!

Woh hijabi hijdi Khelti thi Khilkhilati thi Fakfafakkar roti thi Uske ghane zulfe kabhi dikhai nahi dete Kyunki woh hijab pehnti thi Haaaaaaan Par asal main woh andar se takli thi

Really Bad French Fries Craving Inspired Poem

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I want it all the time Oh french fries You make me wild I can smell the friedness of it I can smell the accompanying dip I want it all the time Oh french fries!
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Another prose written by me and  Aditi : In her eyes, lies her beauty In her doing, lies her expertise In her sun kissed complexion lies perfection The ideal concubine; the ultimate fantasy His royal finger glides down her dimpled face as they lie under the rickety fan He plucks a cherry with his mouth from her lips Her breath feels like waves against the sandy roughness of his stubble Her foot moves in circles on his neck with each toenail Calculating and moving expertly, sans the slippers Bare; making crescents on his skin from which blood oozes Darkness falls, but the two lie unperturbed Then, he lightly treads over to intimacy, Running his hand down her creamy back whilst she nonchalantly flips through the leaves of a book The incandescence of her face; he likened to a pearl Her constancy; to a lone wooden bench And her seldom spoken soft words; to cascading musical gems As she lay beside him, her eyes reflect the crystal chandelier overhead It matters not how

Additional Quot-age

Familiarity breeds contempt. Forbidden things have a secret charm. If your world exists in just black or white, you can be sure that you got no grey matter. Well done is better than well said. Adversity introduces a man to himself. If you meant anything to her she will come back. If you meant nothing to her she might come back. If you meant everything to her, she'll never come back. Unless you fight for her, that is. He who has a why to live can bear almost any how. Life has no meaning. Rather it is an opportunity to create meaning. The thing about college is that everybody tries to look different but all they all end up looking the same. Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo. I got a discount when I went to the disco with the cunt. Where there is shouting, there is no true knowledge. Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure. Call someone a liar to see his truest side. He closed his eyes and sank into the warm dusk that separates consciousn

The Number Song

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We wrote this in class today, me and Aditi , inspired by Kimya Dawson's "Alphabutt." It's fun making picture videos!

The Dream Spa

Today, while napping, I had a strange dream about this spa where you are completely inside a suit whose material is that of a tea bag's and you are to hold someone or something (I am not sure) on your back like you would a monkey/baby/monkey baby, basically kind of resemble the Ra'zac, but a pretty version of it, and stand in a tiny earth bucket thing which has some weird coloured apparently aromatic warm fluid and make Surya Namaskar kind of poses which is basically going up and down except in the dream you weren't supposed to lie down for that little second like you do in a Surya Namaskar but actually just bend down and back up with that weight on your back so it's barely anything like a Surya Namaskar which I could have easily not mentioned to avoid any confusion but I did and I don't want to backspace now because I am loving this whole no full-stop thing it is refreshingly different from how punctuated my writing normally is so anyway moving on, you do those ben
The Root of Beer [co-written by  ADITI ] The bear and the boar Danced all night 'round the fire And the result was the birth of beer The boar said, this is not my child liar! The boar was sliced into two, the pain he could not bear And all this while, Red Indians came along, and carried away the beer! And then in the woods, the troubled bear Went searching for the beer But instead he found a seer Who was only adorned in a lioncloth sheer The seer conjured magic gear His holiness realised on seeing the bear The exact reason of his coming there Meanwhile, the Indians lay at leisure at their lair Inebriated, they played with each others' lice in their hair The seer apparated from nowhere Yelping, the Indians got such a scare For the bear came too, and jumped towards all his beer The Indians were overwhelmed with fear But all the bear did was stand and jeer With one skilled leap, he landed in the Indians jeep And in a frenzy he tried to steer His enclosure though was far from

Sanyasi Kamneshwari

What you fear and what you want can never be the same. When you fear death, you don't want to die. When you want to die, there is no fear. There is also no fear when you are blindsided with courage. But that is another blog post for another time. Maybe our spirit soul, the essence of what we are, wants only that which has, at some point been familiar with. When we want to gain sensual pleasures never experienced in this lifetime ever before, we do because there is a certain sense of familiarity that assures us into believing it is what we want. How does fear of something change to want then? Does that happen when forces outside of us assure us into believing it's what we want? I don't know. There are only questions, unending, and aimless, rolling in the deep. So does this made up theory imply that our soul, having gone through so much, already assumes what is good for us and lends us that familiarity in our gut that makes us believe in it so wholly? This is toh, my

Of Paradoxes, Smashing into Walls, et al.

While in the bathroom today, I stumbled across an interesting paradox. It's believed that the best things in life happen unexpectedly.  Also, it's is generally believed that when you want to be happy and successful you should be positive about life. Negativity is thought to bring only sorrow and bitterness. But here's the catch: doesn't being positive involve a positive frame of mind where everything that happens is in the hope and expectation of something good for your benefit? Of course it does. Then how, when you are being positive or hopeful about something, it doesn't happen? Why do these best things have to happen unexpectedly? I understand that this does not happen in every case and naturally being negative is bad. But sometimes when you least expect things to happen, they do, and then you somehow value it much more. When we believe that when good things happen to us unexpectedly we assume somewhere in our heads that is has been engineered from out of o

Thoughtful Lines

The future is scary, but that doesn't mean you should run back to your past because it's familiar. The worth of anything we do is in the act. Your worth halts when you surrender the will to change and experience life. But options are before you; choose one and dedicate yourself to it. The deeds will give you new hope and purpose. The only true guide is your heart. Nothing less than its supreme desire can help you. A person's mind is his last sanctuary. Many people have died for their beliefs, it's actually quite common.The real courage is in living and suffering for what you believe. When you face choices in life just toss a coin. Not because it settles the question, but when the coin is in the air you'll know what your heart is hoping for. Instinct is the nose of the mind. All things are difficult before they are easy. A man is as faithful as his options.

The Lost Yard of Bluegrass Leaves

I could still see it in the map of my mind There were big and great watermelons growing in the clouds And when it rains, it seems like blood rain Excepting the presence of seeds I dug the ground and rescued the scarlet pink pixie And found a world of mulberries 'neath And then me and nephew John sat by the pier fishing for angry sharks And popping them mulberries by the orange sunset And then John gasped in horror For we did not catch a shark But a big and great green sea dragon He was 85 feet wide And 65 feet tall And he looked at us and grinned Flashing, surprisingly pearly white teeth John approached and touched the dragon's tail And POOF, the dragon disappeared into the maroon rain Then we headed to the field of stones And no longer did we see any bluegrass leaves The blueness was dyed into the redness of the rain And no longer the yard of blue leaves did remain Heartbroken, nephew John and I went to our yellow cottage near the brook I didn't prepa

Everyone has a right to live. Should there also be a right to die?

The question cannot be answered directly with a yes or no as it is subjective to different cases. However, we can proceed to discuss it. To begin with, let us understand the concept of mercy killing or euthanasia. Derived from the Greek word "euthanatos", it stands for "good death"; which refers to the practice of ending a life in a painless manner. The term can be further classified into voluntary or involuntary euthanasia based on the consent of the person. Further, active euthanasia refers to death with legal injection and passive which means withdrawal of life support systems. Let's now look at the history of mercy killing. In 1997, the state of Oregon (US), passed the "Death with Dignity" Act allowing patients to inject lethal injections themselves. And, in 2002 the Dutch Parliament became the first country to legalize euthanasia. However, euthanasia is still practised in countries depending on the circumstances leading to the request. In Columb

The really mango mango!

Today I ate a mango. An everyday thing to do when you are a mango addict living in Mumbai and the season for mangoes is fast fading. You'd think this would be a mindless activity, something you do while watching a stupid serial about perfect bahus. (well, atleast in my case) (I was bored.) But, it wasn't. On the other hand, as dramatic as it may sound, this mundane act of eating a simple mango (actually it was pretty awesome) was a great philosophical epiphany for me. When I was done with the fars(you won't understand these terms unless you are Sindhi), I moved on the the core. I got so into it I realised there was no mango left to eat. Scraped clean I got the idea to break it open. Something I vaguely remember doing when I was younger. Breaking it open was easy, as unlike alphonso mangoes the core of this mango variety was more open-able. Opening it, I was presented with this huge, ugly, weird coloured seed. It was a dicot seed and when I saw it I felt like I already

"Gone With The Wind" inspired poem-ish thing.

The sound of the rain is so overwhelming I feel like I could drown myself in the sound Unseen, unheard, unspoken, and unknown Tears and rain joining in a divine union More rain, more tears, more heart More soul with every drop falling to the Earth Heart breaking with every heartbeat Miles reducing with every heavy step of my feet The world is drenched in water, water everywhere Nothing but the sound, the beauty The smell of the downpour Nothing but the cold, the so very cold cold 97 days gone by without a single word 97 and more shall continue to pass still They say silence speaks louder than words I guess my silence wasn't loud enough I am; what I am and nobody else             who I am made out to be in your eyes             who I am made out to be in my eyes             whatever I want to be             what I am in being what I can             who I see, I am who I know, I am who I feel             what I used to be, and what I never was             who y

Nu Cotes

The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them. It's fun to say not to be. He who knows others is learned; he who knows himself is wise. Evening news is where they begin with "Good evening", and then proceed to tell you why it isn't. Work hard to get what you like otherwise you will be forced to like what you get. When you are yearning for God it is almost inevitable that a God will present Himself in your spiritual path. But if you're yearning for something you don't know anything about yet except that it will cause you immense peace, then again it is inevitable that you will find something eventually that will grant you that peace. So it's all about how badly you're heart needs something. We make things up to make ourselves believe our idea of truth. Better a lie which heals than a truth which wounds. A life without a cause is a life without an effect. Over time, not knowing, is way worse than a "no.&q

YA

It's such a vastly cool summer It's going to take more than splashing water to break my noonday slumber You look smart and charming in a grey tux My prom dress is still with the cleaners, shucks This gregarious melody is driving me to an untouched state of mind Six o' clock the clock just chimed The redness of the sky at twilight is so pleasantly moving I wait and listen to the sound of sunset, grooving My green trousers enjoy the blueness of the waves, it enjoys getting wet Meanwhile my heart wells up and I have tears choking up, pent up tears un-shed It's dark now, the beauty of the day merging with darkness Mellow is the feel of tonight inciting me to confess There are bright cruel lights appearing now And I just saw an abnormally fat indigo coloured cow Tightly I close my eyes shut Hoping to merge with darkness just like water and sherbet Soon enough I am sure they will find me For instead of black I wore fluorescent yellow at sea

The morbid Westlife inspired poem

It's hard to die when all the birds are singing in the sky It's easier to dig your own grave when it's the sound of eternal silence that you crave It's hard to drown in the deep blue sea when there are jumping dolphins that can set you free It's easier to live in a dream when in reality you can't help but scream It's hard not to crash when your driving is terribly rash It's easier to pull the trigger when you don't have access to a razor It's hard not to laugh when you see a purple giraffe It's easier to allow the ropes to snap when you can't anymore bear to deal with crap It's hard to not suffocate when your heart is full of angst and hate It's easier to jump from a great height when there exists in you no longer the will to fight It's hard to draw courage when you can't seem to locate a bridge It's easier to let it all burn when you're sure you won't get what you yearn.

Something about the night that makes me write. Something about the night that feels so right.

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You have to catch the thought before you let it disappear. Before you forget the idea, you must express it in some form before it's gone forever. Don't wait for your dreams to merge with your reality till it's true. You have to let yourself be who you want to. You have to do the things that make you happy. No one else can give you what you want better than you can. The more self-reliant you are, the more independent you'll be. And with independence comes self-confidence. And if others misconstrue that as selfishness, don't try and prove them otherwise, because nobody is worth that effort. You can't expect anybody to know you. And if someone finally does understand you, without your actions ever being justified, hold on to them. If they can see your strength, and respect you and love you for it, then that's just the multiplication of joy, not the addition of it, to your life. Love and music makes my life beautiful. Music is love. Music is so powerful. I cou

The Babies' Got 'em Rabies

The poor boor and his whore With her body all sore He sat on the sea shore And wondered what he wore When he was at the moor Boots, it was not he was sure For he threw his only pair out the door He had to, as he killed his last whore with it Which caused a lot of gore He needed to keep on killing to maintain score And before murdering, their clothes he tore It excited him otherwise it was a bore The poor boor was sad now A feeling he never felt before And he realised he wanted to kill no more He was in love now: for his new whore, affection pore No matter she looked like a man, no matter she sometimes did roar!

The Harlem's Marmalade

प्रस्तुत कहानी   के   शीर्षक   की   सार्थकता absolutely अनुचित   हैं| The truck was cruising at speeds conceivable only to broad sighted men. Van Der Vaughn sat confident; his 200 pound behind placed comfortably on the custom-made seat, howling enthusiastically along to Motown his woman Pam picked out especially for this road trip. Countless old country traffic signals were being passed with not so much of a look of acknowledgment. Van Der Vaughn had been looking forward for this one journey for twenty five years of the grand enigma that was his life. He didn't come from an easy childhood. His mother was a rag-picker, and he had no father nor any siblings. He was twelve and a half when his mother hanged herself in the Holly Hood's motel. He was put under the care of his Uncle Jim who was a drug dealer cum drunkard. Van worked at a convenience store and did odd jobs for his Uncle's "friends" to put himself through high school. And then, Uncle Jim died. Therea