Sun Sang the Reapers Song

Sun sang the reapers song to awaken the little beings..
the beings which slept in the corn fields and flew in innocent wings..
The whining beetles of the forbidden.. have faded away..
the darkness is now a inspiration to dream away…

Gods and elements have favored this blossoming
The heaven and hell has acknowledged their whispering..
The minister of mistakes.. is mastered in sway..
the master of errors.. is now a genius in play..

The Leaders are now in rising…
The demons now will kneel down and crying..
The dearest of demolition is now gray..
while optimism and sunrise are now gay…

The world is new and blooming..
Creations are now just beginning..
Fear and vengeance have faded away..
we will not be Puppets in the way..

Purpose of each of us is now revealing..
our revelations are now recreating..
Our roles will now play..
Our attitudes will now show a new way…

The strength and style that we are symbolizing..
will be the new generations awakening..
False expression will be a slay
Passion is what we swear…

Everything meant for a good reasoning..
For a freshness in your functioning..
We emerge to show you a ray..
to be what you are and you may…

Sun sang the reapers song to awaken the little beings..
the beings which slept in the corn fields and flew in innocent wings..
The whining beetles of the forbidden.. have faded away..
the darkness is now a inspiration to dream away…

Magic of us

Magic of us..

Look at the sun glowing..
How it shine just for us and this world upon…
Greeting and Welcoming..
it is a magic .. just this companionship that he cherishes us on..

Magic of us…
Magic of us…

The green pastures are smiling…
And widening for our feet’s to rest upon..
Hugging the nature and blending...
It is this magic.. of our partnership that has rejuvenated and held on..

The magic of us..

The Mountains are saluting..
And giving way for us to move on…
Stopping the clouds and from raining
It is the magic .. of our Love… and what love .is .still unknown…

The magic of us..

Roads are longer and tiring..
But our hand together never let us whine on..
The fields and tree on the sides are entertaining..
It is the magic .. our attitude.. that we still go on…

The magic of us…
Our magic and us.. World want us winning..

Our magic lad, beat our attitude we have born in...
Our world has changed, why shouldn’t we be different and glowing
This attitude will not wither not will there be another us .. bring it on..

The magic of us..
The magic of us…. Of our friendship … love and our attitude…

For now and forever……….

Resurrecting Positivity

The ceiling didn't change much, as my eye lid opened to dawn. I stared at it for few minutes, while the day ahead flashed in front of my eyes making me blue with cynicism. Just another day i said to myself, same rush to the station, fighting through the crowd to get into the iron box. Standing in between that stranger mob, who would just attack for any movement which would bring discomfort to their posture they stood. The rage in their face no matter how beautiful the morning is. I couldn't but bring a wrinkle in my forehead with the thought...The wait outside the station like standing in race track waiting for the gun shot, where everyone just outwit everyone to pounce on a empty taxing which arrives quoting their destination like selling a box of apples. Those looks of winners who did make into one of the black and yellow rides, while the others continue awaiting the next lap. The discussion of numbers, talking to the group who constantly seek appreciation and motivation, those tasteless lunches, the blank stare at the computers. Pheww... just another day....i said to myself...

I saw the guitar lying in the table as i got dressed for leaving to work, why not play a little... for nothing more relaxing and inspiring than music.... i picked it up, started playing guns' n roses... the one i love the most... i played on , closed my eyes... as i moved my fingers through the string...singing the song in my head. When i finished i felt i was feeling good and motivated for some reason. I enthusiastically left to the station, but some thought was whelming up in my mind... felt like my thought kept circling around the guitar.... i tried focusing as i stood in the moving train... The thought occurred.....

Music motivated me... playing music motivated to be precise... actually wasn't it the same thing that i did all the time i played... but why is that i enjoy it or get motivated with it... No matter how many million times i do it... No matter the fingers play the same string all the time. i still feel good while doing it and while i complete it... But why do i get bored, depressed, while i do other things on a regular basis.... Why do i hate to repeat the same routine, as like the travelling in train, or at work . ???

Analysis which became my gift from where i wonder, i applied it here tooo... What happens while i play guitar.... i apply physical movement + remember mental notes + listen and enjoy the result.... what i do while at work... or doing anything in routine... i apply physical movement + apply memory or theory + just hate result... hmmmm....
The analysis that i call it... made it clear the word "hate" is the reason why the depression or dissatisfaction comes in... is cos it is already decided in mind, we will be unhappy with the result... what if for a moment i would just decide i would love the result... what if the travelling in a crowded train could be fun .. what if talking to those morning grumpies could be fun... what if talking numbers be a fun game.... maybe... it is just the word hate i need to get rid from my head...

I looked around... saw a grumpy old man... and said... its a great day today isnt it?... the grumpy man smiled .... the smile came back to me... and i was sure my positivity is resurrected...

A Scribble in the Beach Sand

Hi there

Isnt this a irony.. we stay in the same city .. yet we stare at the computer and write blogs for people to read ...I wonder if internet never existed what would be the way to express views or to meet new people... maybe a letter in the bottle thrown in the river or sea ..or maybe a little poetry written in the beach sand in anticipation that some might just see it and respond .... well then i wonder would you have come to my little poetry written islolated island .. if that must have happened..

Would you have taken the bottle i threw ... I heard a wise man say ...Every person who enters your life has a reason or a purpose to play in your life.. and it was meant to be... considering that maybe we could have met no matter what the means of seeking... now 2 questions arise.. what is the purpose.... whats the next step to once the bottle is taken and read ...what is the next step to once you read that little poetry scribbled in the beach sand..??

Stick around and maybe we will find the answers...

--
Nidhish

COld fact

Welcome to Da attitude!

Here's a cold hard fact that you are now exposed to if you are reading this, you are entering the next level of your Paradigm.Some say Real men do not read anything other than GUNS AND AMMO, SPORTS ILLUSTRATED, or SHAVED BEAVER.

Do not mention FIRE IN THE BELLY. Do not clutch your copy of IRON JOHN. Listen up and you will thank me by the end.

Da attitude iam mentioning is for real men and women .. not the ones who says am too busy..busy with what chasing behind money, fame and to reproduce..Real Men and women are the one who believes in making a difference in this world as they live.. that is the attitude am talking..
This statement aint for cowards... but for the valiants.. for the victory is for the valiant.. we dont want suicidals here.. for Real men/women do not commit suicide. Real men/women know just how much life sucks. Real men grit their teeth and take it bill after bill, war after war, tumor after tumor. You don't greet Death, you punch him in the throat repeatedly as he drags you away.

Do you believe your life has no meaning.. well make a meaning.. how??? Well be man enough to dream and seek your dream.. Be a man enough to be a hero... People are so scared of letting a hero.. and they will put you down.. but dont go down..If they say you are wierd.. be proud of being wierd.. win on your grounds... but remember a man is incomplete without contributing to the change of current world..

How can you change?? good question.. am trying to find solution for this answer.. am starting simple by helping people.. with simple concept like i help you in a big way and you return the favour by joining me in helping others and asking him to do the same.. now when we are a big group and we are strong .. We try and take up big problems in the society we see and we try and help them.

Sound like crazy?/.. well thats a start....

Nidhish

da attitude speech

The metal wings crunched in my flesh wont let go.. I shall fly and so fly I shall..
And in every movement of courage as my muscles move to sway my wings.. it shall bleed as a rain to the deserted lands
Giving life to the forsaken lands and creating a new breed of life and energy in the souls which passed away..

Anger wouldnt come in.. Reality would strike again and again but then will realize reality itself an illusion created by mind and some imagination is reality..

Fear is not a factor any more.. For fear doesnt exist.. it is the never ending march to sunset .. Where we believe sun rest.. But it comes life.. it is in the darkness that people need a hand to hold on to and raise up to watch the sunlight..

And in the moment of glory and anticipation.. the creator shall raise to bless the souls of million people around.. To make them understand whats the difference between a myth and whats reality..

Rejoice in this presence.. And shout your happiness in laughter, dance, music and creativity

Show your art and express your talent, he shall bless you for the gift you possess and you wish to express..

Do not forget, do not dare to forget to live at least a moment for a few other in this world.. or you shall be consumed in life.. not in death but in life.. Before it ends or much before in the school of life

Dare not to show your back to these realities for this is your one opportunity to know what you never imagined it shall exist.. This aint no cult.. This aint no religion..

This aint madness.. This aint practicality but this is life.. The reality..

What youve been fed from the time of birth.. Is just whats so called human lameness, the concept of good and bad who are we to be sure of whats right and wrong

Live Life filled with purpose.. With just one purpose to make a positive difference to the world.. Do what u can .. Or you shall weep harder as you lay in your grave .. It aint your loved ones.. It aint your blood.. It is you.. Who shall weep louder than u could ever imagine.. for you lived a beautiful life in vain and did no good to no body.. But u ran around like a vicious fox feeding your own, and you ran behind money and fame like a vulture, as many passed away in suffering.. you were clenching your teeth and smiling in your victory.. What did u conquer.. or did you lose?..
When the worms shall come feeding your body.. you shall remember.. And you shall beg with the earnest heart to be given one more chance to go back and make a difference.. And to be someone who stands for something, and you wish you made a difference..

Raise your hand today.. With da attitude da attitude to win, to stand up , to speak up, to show up and to change the world the way it should be and join hands together .. for we shall be da army of the unknown destined to make a difference as we live..


Nidhish