Make it happen
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Thro my eyes
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Friday, 15 February 2013
The Stuff........
of dreams
and the odd nightmare,
the stuff that makes the skies bluer
and the clouds greyer,
the stuff of elixirs
and slow poisons,
the stuff that drives you to distraction
but brings focus to many a lost cause,
the stuff that intoxicates
and yet rejuvenates,
the stuff that makes you a fool
but leaves you with wisdoms untold,
the stuff that tugs at the heart
and yet smashes it to smithereens,
forget logic , this stuff apparently makes the world go around,
defies 20 - 20 vision,
famously addictive stuff,
notoriously deceptive stuff.......
what else? but that four letter stuff called Love.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjbj51SRgys
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=np_lSFmsO0A
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWhU6v2cVSg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8x9LjtO6eqQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xg3vE8Ie_E
Grey Skies by Varun
Ugly dark frail sky,
Kiss the hope,happiness and the summer goodbye,
miserably, spitting, dull rain,
forlornly, drifting, pale, puddles down the drain,
gloomily,huddling people,
lifelessly swaying sad leaves,
stiffly swaying abandoned trees,
gusting winds makes shivering knees,
the standing deserted green fence,
no cheerful faces on the cold chocolate brown bench,
dry standing trees all frail,
black birds on the dull silver rail,
sad reflections in the grim puddles,
abandoned bike rack steeped in rain,
rain pouring on the glum umbrellas,
all warmth ,sun and happiness gone.
Guest Post - by Varun Muralidharan
Kiss the hope,happiness and the summer goodbye,
miserably, spitting, dull rain,
forlornly, drifting, pale, puddles down the drain,
gloomily,huddling people,
lifelessly swaying sad leaves,
stiffly swaying abandoned trees,
gusting winds makes shivering knees,
the standing deserted green fence,
no cheerful faces on the cold chocolate brown bench,
dry standing trees all frail,
black birds on the dull silver rail,
sad reflections in the grim puddles,
abandoned bike rack steeped in rain,
rain pouring on the glum umbrellas,
all warmth ,sun and happiness gone.
Guest Post - by Varun Muralidharan
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