tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78789941760194197192012-02-08T00:51:29.404-08:00reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02764261367705876600noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878994176019419719.post-1779959368639756982011-10-06T21:04:00.000-07:002011-10-06T21:33:16.767-07:00So many times I wonder to myself if I had the little more emancipation ever since juvenile year would I be a different person . It some times feel so claustrophobic that I just want to break free from all the shackles and walk away ..........Why do we need to do things in a certain way only .......just because everyone says its right . Why do we feel the need to make others happy when we are sad inside ,why do we procreate when we are not mentally prepared to nurture it ,why do all wrong things seems right ,why do I feel a sadness when everything out side is so festive and happy .What is it that I really want ? Why am I scared to answer this question for myself ,is it so hard .........I just the part of me just becomes quite and give me peace for sometime.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878994176019419719-177995936863975698?l=lonelytaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02764261367705876600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878994176019419719.post-15597165191075575772011-09-24T21:24:00.000-07:002011-09-24T21:56:14.039-07:00It is so vibrant in my mind,tempting,secret,supposedly delicious and just one <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">inch</span> too far from me to sink my teeth into......Its so edgy that the more i don't act on it makes it grows stronger .<br /><br />"Nothing fixes a thing so intensely as the wish to forget it"-Michel de Montaigne.<br /><br />Nothing in this world is as tasty as the cookie you can't have .but sometimes you need to appreciate that you live in a world where something as wonderful as cookie exist.<br />Admire them all but eat one at a time.LOL.....<br /><br />I guess the promises that you make with yourself are hardest to keep.....but I have to be stronger than this and keep this one .....God give me strength.....and one more thing dear God if you are on to it ......take that twinge away too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878994176019419719-1559716519107557577?l=lonelytaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02764261367705876600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878994176019419719.post-86828925054757687912011-09-18T23:52:00.000-07:002011-09-19T01:02:58.498-07:00My life ....is it really mine ......I often ask myself .Busy with the chores ,dealing with the daily troubles and stretching the day to the fullest to accomplish one more thing for others yet the work keeps on piling one over the other.......makes me question what am I doing with my life ...is it really worth it....does anyone even cares....makes me run for an easy escape ......something to make me numb.....something to make the pain less painful........something to make the demons in my mind rest for sometime......something which will burn my throat yet numb my mind so well .<br />Maybe its the spirit that is talking now but I have tried to find ways to distract me at the end of the day,but all things go through the same route , which makes me question my own morality is this what I am actually looking for . I think I need to look harder to find that distraction which will keep me going. Though , I am very sure this distraction is no living being or thing.....its inside me. I just have to find a way . Its just that I don't know how?<br />For people who are trying to understand me ...I meant no harm .......I myself didn't know what I wanted ,or maybe I do ,or maybe I am too scared to want it . My head is heavy and my eyes are sore and I am tired to my core .....I just need .......nothing .....nothing at all.....just being alone with nothing in my head so that I can sleep .....sleep for ever.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878994176019419719-8682892505475768791?l=lonelytaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02764261367705876600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878994176019419719.post-12782972709009175952011-08-16T07:42:00.000-07:002011-08-16T07:53:18.285-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a70PE0cm_BE/TkqEN-mhQQI/AAAAAAAAABo/Lri4x20fgjQ/s1600/CA5JG3K0CAPOXZQ5CAH21OVSCA22D693CAPAHBHZCAT4TCVZCAVORWZDCAAG1K93CAMAMR0YCAH0EWWVCAXG9478CATPD23XCAYJ3S44CA6AQ7N2CA3LFQZ4CAJBP1PACA7FL4K5CA4REUVOCAKTZGS8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641466858912694530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a70PE0cm_BE/TkqEN-mhQQI/AAAAAAAAABo/Lri4x20fgjQ/s320/CA5JG3K0CAPOXZQ5CAH21OVSCA22D693CAPAHBHZCAT4TCVZCAVORWZDCAAG1K93CAMAMR0YCAH0EWWVCAXG9478CATPD23XCAYJ3S44CA6AQ7N2CA3LFQZ4CAJBP1PACA7FL4K5CA4REUVOCAKTZGS8.jpg" /></a> <br /> <br /><div>THERE IS A PART OF ME </div> <br /> <br /> <br /><div>THAT I HIDE FROM ALL ,</div> <br /> <br /> <br /><div>THERE IS A PART OF ME </div> <br /> <br /> <br /><div>WHICH HAS A LONGING SOUL,</div> <br /> <br /> <br /><div>THERE IS A PART OS ME</div> <br /> <br /> <br /><div>WHICH IS NOW BLACK AS COAL.</div> <br /> <br /> <br /><div>I LET U IN </div> <br /> <br /> <br /><div>I DID A SIN </div> <br /> <br /> <br /><div>I FEEL ASHAMED</div> <br /> <br /> <br /><div>I CAN'T BEAR THE PAIN</div> <br /> <br /> <br /><div>U FOOLED ME </div> <br /> <br /> <br /><div>U USED ME </div> <br /> <br /> <br /><div>U DEEPLY HURT A PART OF ME</div> <br /> <br /> <br /><div>THE DAY I SHOWED U A PART OF ME</div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878994176019419719-1278297270900917595?l=lonelytaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02764261367705876600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878994176019419719.post-49990140224964784102011-02-20T05:53:00.000-08:002011-02-20T06:04:36.500-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGixCmyUeCA/TWEfUwgjP1I/AAAAAAAAABc/KhnP1o7u_Rk/s1600/DSC_3474.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575772255140659026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGixCmyUeCA/TWEfUwgjP1I/AAAAAAAAABc/KhnP1o7u_Rk/s320/DSC_3474.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Sitting on a rock with my eyes closed,</div><br /><div>Feeling the ardour and the breeze along.</div><br /><div>Slowly the warmth softened on my face,</div><br /><div>I opened my eyes to a miracle mundane.</div><br /><div>It glowed like fire yet mellowed within,</div><br /><div>Ascent earth felt like a bunk beneath,</div><br /><div>waiting for the jaded soldier to sleep.</div><br /><div>Melting away in the evening sky ,</div><br /><div>I try to capture the trance alive.</div><br /><div>In moments the magic faded in the air ,</div><br /><div>Mesmerised 'n' appeased I just stood there.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878994176019419719-4999014022496478410?l=lonelytaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02764261367705876600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878994176019419719.post-46799937663650018172010-02-10T04:44:00.000-08:002010-02-10T05:02:31.167-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMIxj1JG68Y/S3KuBvUL6AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Irv1rxEmxoA/s1600-h/insomnia1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436599045093844994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMIxj1JG68Y/S3KuBvUL6AI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Irv1rxEmxoA/s320/insomnia1.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Lying in my bed and staring at the ceiling,</div><br /><div>Contemplating life without a reasonable feeling.</div><br /><div>Breathing slowly ,I gaze at a void.</div><br /><div>This feeling of isolation ,I cannot avoid.</div><br /><div>The waves of feelings just comes and go ,</div><br /><div>Rinse my mind with past galore.</div><br /><div>I think,I regret .I ponder with guilt.</div><br /><div>The things I wanted but never did .</div><br /><div>I feel the fear and the pain,</div><br /><div>The child inside ,just cries in vain.</div><br /><div>All that remains is the silence deep</div><br /><div>Echoes in my ears and I cannot sleep. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878994176019419719-4679993766365001817?l=lonelytaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02764261367705876600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878994176019419719.post-37448173406471868332010-01-07T09:35:00.000-08:002010-01-07T09:45:01.812-08:00I stare at the darkness of a winter night,<br />Frigid breeze, feels like Ice .<br />Froze my bones and pare alike.<br />I closed my eyes and breathed the ice,<br />to quench the burning core inside.<br />The acrid heart and a yearning soul besides .<br />One desires a taboo,other shoves it apart.<br />My mind perplexed , just want to rest .<br />Just wish the frigid breeze to blow<br />and freeze my fire into the snow.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878994176019419719-3744817340647186833?l=lonelytaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02764261367705876600noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878994176019419719.post-13940103185087367752009-12-22T20:51:00.000-08:002009-12-22T21:00:53.496-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMIxj1JG68Y/SzGj0Od6o-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/FsYqVMZ_zZU/s1600-h/solitary.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418291944335516642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMIxj1JG68Y/SzGj0Od6o-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/FsYqVMZ_zZU/s320/solitary.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Darkness 'n' Shame .</div><br /><div>Horizons 'n' Pain</div><br /><div>Longing 'n' Lust.</div><br /><div>All ends in Dust.</div><br /><div>Loosers or Keepers </div><br /><div>Who are we to deciede</div><br /><div>We all hide </div><br /><div>Behind a disguise.</div><br /><div>The Truth never shows </div><br /><div>Just LIES, LIES n Lies</div><br /><div>Keep on moving </div><br /><div>and ignore what dies ,</div><br /><div>Be it Love ,passion ,anger or despise .</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878994176019419719-1394010318508736775?l=lonelytaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02764261367705876600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878994176019419719.post-25410684379116962432009-12-22T03:01:00.000-08:002009-12-22T05:44:27.524-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMIxj1JG68Y/SzCrilKtAuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TXbLCDuZqtA/s1600-h/foto_23139%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418018962307613410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aMIxj1JG68Y/SzCrilKtAuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TXbLCDuZqtA/s320/foto_23139%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Perfect Stangers !That's who we are,</div><br /><div>You know not who I am ,I know not who you are ,</div><br /><div>We live our lives,we dwell apart,,</div><br /><div>We concieve each other when sole n dark.</div><br /><div>With an invisible thread we are sown.</div><br /><div>Words that share a common bond.</div><br /><div>Will never be said will never be known .</div><br /><div>When the thread would be broken will leave no scar,</div><br /><div>Because we are "The Perfect Strangers "</div><br /><div>Yes! that's who we are.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878994176019419719-2541068437911696243?l=lonelytaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02764261367705876600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878994176019419719.post-30688341009798883492009-03-04T22:40:00.000-08:002009-12-21T21:23:33.020-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMIxj1JG68Y/SzBXwNo0RJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/whUpQ0VvQ64/s1600-h/firedevil-karin-kuhlmann.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417926837532902546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMIxj1JG68Y/SzBXwNo0RJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/whUpQ0VvQ64/s320/firedevil-karin-kuhlmann.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Roses ,Highrise and Lust<br />Life ,lies and Disgust .<br />Souls we hide and faces we show<br />People we love and people we know ,<br />Faces we see and eyes we search<br />Beyond the horizon I want to go<br />I search for peace ,I search for Whole<br />I search for a part of my lost soul</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878994176019419719-3068834100979888349?l=lonelytaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02764261367705876600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878994176019419719.post-77447765902909522592008-12-09T06:46:00.000-08:002008-12-09T07:04:44.759-08:00I live I pray so I can find one day ,<br />the answers that I searching everyday<br />I wake up and I do ,what they want me to,<br />I walk I see I talk and I breath ,<br />But deep inside I can hardly feel.<br />I feel so numb ,so lost and dumb<br />I lost my direction and<br />I don't know where to turn .<br />I have everything but I don't know why<br />I live this life but inside I cry .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878994176019419719-7744776590290952259?l=lonelytaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02764261367705876600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878994176019419719.post-69698031952841299862008-11-16T20:21:00.000-08:002008-11-16T20:26:19.905-08:00There is nothing in this word that I owe ,<br />except this body and a soul .<br />I don't know what the future holds ,<br />either I loose my body or I give my soul.<br />I wish it to be later ,<br />Cause one who'll have my soul ,<br />will have me as whole .<br />But if it were to be sooner ,<br />Can penetrate my body but not my soul.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878994176019419719-6969803195284129986?l=lonelytaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02764261367705876600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878994176019419719.post-62637717276690397072008-07-25T01:50:00.000-07:002008-07-25T01:55:50.974-07:00You give your love ,<br />You give your soul.<br />You give youself ,<br />till you have no more .<br />You give and you wish that you might be assured .<br />Assured that you're loved and accepted a bit more .<br />To have a place in their heart is all that you want.<br />"You're a stranger" is the thought that always haunts .<br />A stranger who only wants to be your friend ,<br />near or far but I'll be there till the END.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878994176019419719-6263771727669039707?l=lonelytaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02764261367705876600noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878994176019419719.post-27947629911682606382008-07-23T03:57:00.000-07:002009-12-21T21:18:17.865-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMIxj1JG68Y/SzBWce-06GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BLD2jQn6Zls/s1600-h/IMG_3362.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417925399079610466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMIxj1JG68Y/SzBWce-06GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BLD2jQn6Zls/s320/IMG_3362.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I just want to wake up<br />and be a child again,<br />so that i can have some time<br />and enjoy my formative years again.<br /><br />I just want to wake up<br />and not be apprehensive again ,<br />So that i can be happy<br />and forget thinking 'bout my impending future again.<br /><br />I just want to wake up<br />and live this life again,<br />so that it can be impeccable<br />and I never regret 'bout anything again.<br /><br />I just want to wake up<br />and fly from here again,<br />so that I feel free<br />and fly in the sky like a soul bird again.<br /><br />But I woke up and I was there where I was again<br />with all my fears,regrets and apprehensions.<br />And here I sit and think HOW? WHEN ? WHY? AGAIN....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878994176019419719-2794762991168260638?l=lonelytaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02764261367705876600noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7878994176019419719.post-89559298146661890402008-05-28T21:41:00.000-07:002009-12-21T21:12:42.174-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMIxj1JG68Y/SzBVMDimntI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jlYxMfJqRVY/s1600-h/A4_Indian_Ink_and_Wash_Drawing_by_paintportraits.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417924017323941586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMIxj1JG68Y/SzBVMDimntI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jlYxMfJqRVY/s320/A4_Indian_Ink_and_Wash_Drawing_by_paintportraits.jpg" /></a><br /><div>So many days have passed us by,<br />so many times they've made me cry,<br />so many times I made mistakes,<br />so many times I almost faked,<br />so many times I said 'I love you',<br />so many times you said 'me too',<br />so many times I wanted to break free ,<br />so many times I waited for thee,<br />so many times life seemed so cruel ,<br />so many times death seemed so dear,<br />so many times life felt like a dream ,so many times it hurts so bad ,I screamed,<br />so many times have I've been let down,<br />so many times I've died inside that I've lost the count.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7878994176019419719-8955929814666189040?l=lonelytaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>reflectionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02764261367705876600noreply@blogger.com3