Return of the Prodigal

I don't know why and when I lost touch with blogging! I am return to the little things in life that were once I enjoyed! Like cooking food, yes I am a good cook! Like reading, like blogging! These don't require much effort! Yes including some bit of cooking too!
A year ago I had stopped blogging . The only excuse that I can give is that I had no time. No time to think where my life was heading! Having a rocking career ahead and plenty to prove to the working world, I completely immmersed myself into it! There was no time to reflect, no time to sit back and look at where I am heading to, no time to relax and enjoy even a thought!
But now I am back!

Not quite like!

Racism includes the belief that genetic or inherited differences produce the inherent superiority or inferiority of one race over another.
One of the unexplored dimensions of racism is to question the very essence of being a racist. Does a community carry it as a privileged legacy? Or does it really seek a cause-a cause to be omnipotent- a cause to be seen as a ruler……is it all about the power game? I see the answer emerging to be yes.
Yes it is. Arguably, one of the significant underlying causes of selling one’s community as superior to the other conforms to the fact that we are constantly threatened by the thought of becoming inferior………hence emerges a quest for power.

An Argument to bask upon!

Life is not a null hypothesis!

Reality bites
Truth prevails
Life wanes away
as each puff of smoke hails!

Thirst unquenched
dreams devastate
the early morning toils

Deeply resides a desire
unwanting to bloom
and an early morning spoils
it all the more!

The giver of life is happy
for me
but why ain't i?
the question pails!

Life is not as it should be
Life's no mercy!
Life no challege
Life ain't a baggage either!
A bed of rose neither!

As life becomes work!
More effort involves
In convincing the self
that life is charity!

When money becomes the form!
You see
a sea change in the social norm!
Seriuos and ruling
shocking and pruning!

When thought takes over
one wonders
if life was worth this or that?

Hail my friend!
Life's just life!
each moment as you pass by
it remains the same
unchanged, unscathed!

its the time that goes by
as the medium for life
to bask in the glory
or to grope in sorrow

The changing is the momentum of time
was yesterday
today
will be tomorrow

And as the life being
a fact!
It is never a null hyothesis!

So stop worrying and cross over!

Feeling MICA....

Beholding sight! unmoulded smiles
Subliming thoughts! Warm calls of friendship
As fresh in the eyes as on mind!
All culminating into the Alma Mater!
Life was indeed never better!
One lane opening its arms to give way to another!
Rain kissed leaves! Dew'th grass
A sip of coffee, an aimless break from class
An evening walk strolling into fields....of no ness!
Each combine with brewing conversations
of many what's why's how's
reflexive and reflecting talks
Assignments, MICANVAS, and Shela walks!
I don't want to shout 'bout it!
But each moment of life is worth a dream!
and i'm happy i lived it all for two years!
Until next home coming!
Sweet Dreams MICA!

Reminiscence of My Life.....

I am Nervous! Yet I do not know why?.....


Unmomentness….


Mind loses to understand
the moment of truth that I currently stand
Love lost and castaway
I wish my life was taken ... away

The trees above me shed leaves....
as they fall on my sleeves
that it is time to bid goodbye
pack the past and bid with a sigh

Like a scavenger I gather them a handful
join my hands to heap them ...full
but truant wind comes by
sieving all that gather to dust dry!


As I take a backward step and behold
I repeat the verse that was always told
Why do I stand forsaken...
lost in the sea of unmomentness?
perhaps the wind wishes to break the calmness!


The leaves crumple under my feet
as I walk down the deserted lane
hopelessly wandering
patiently wanting......
this moment to end.....


down an ally as I gather up my grit
I hear a voice full of wit
Behold yourself for what you are
you could rise above the tar!

I hold myself to the voice strong
as I draw a puff..... long
…..and make way for home
I end my heart to roam....

The next morning is calm
Sun soothing and balm
A puff across the window pane
and the last night feelings begin to wane...

As the sun strokes my arms
everything begins to calm...
I decide to call it a day
and lead the journey another way...


A smile flashes, wiping misty eyes....
yesterday is gone... nothing to despise...
I begin a journey taking another road...

with sky in hand and the heat of sun....
my journey begins....again.....

Forsaken....

And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Matthew 27:46, King James Version

The Retarded Truth!

'tis gone!
but what was it!
that morphed me into thinking
how does life prevail
many steps it entails
pale.....
snail....
tale.....
stories is the spice!
each different
the more the better
does life have variety?
sinks in the retarded truth for an anwser?
why do we look for spice?
or why do we remember a moment... much even after its moment!
why?
perhaps life seeks pleasure in bigamy with spice and remeberance.....
if one in non satiation then what does two signify?