This is the life

Wishes never let go

and dreams stay true

when you learning to feel

when burrowing into the ground

is worth more than flying high

THE NEW BREED

My father used the word pseudo-intelligent,10 years ago. I never understood its meaning , may be i do now.The internet has given rise to a new breed of people - The Pseudo-intellectual / pseudo-intelligent .The urban dictionary defines them pretty well- google it .
Quoating few definitions:
1. One who attempts to flex intellect that does not exist within his or her own mind.
2. Can probably be found with a thesaurus in hand, while in a chat room, looking up new insults that are synonymous with "stupid" in order to boost his or her own undeserved ego.
4. Pretends he or she has an opinion. A person who uses "big words" to impress people, insists on being politically-correct all the time, constantly bitches about "the system", and thinks they're gods among men because they're atheist.
Well i think everyone takes up the psuedo-intellectual role once in a while (this includes me as well :)Ever looked up wikipedia to find a quick summary on something inroder to impress/overpower/look important/look cool/Blend in ?
Facebook is one such portal that encourages this breed of youngsters. You have these crazy tests which say you have an amazing personality, your are loved by 95% of your acquaintances blah blah blah. I feel you that either take them
a) to convince yourself of lies that dont define your personality or
b) coz you are bored to death (the former group also claim this excuse) or
c) you passionately believe in robotic fortune tellers which work on silly algorithms.

When you chose to be delusional and live in lala land , you actaully plunging your subconcious mind into depression due to the awareness of the fact that you are delusional.I remember few days back one of my statuses on FB was "My life is not dramatic but i tend to make it" ( I am Indian - Dramatism is my birthright), the statement is true for most FB /Twitter/any such social networkign site user. Even though you might be in some forgodsaken land living a boring life, you just want that attention from your "friends" on fb, that you are having a gala time.Why? to look cool or hep or happening ..whatever. I read baout a simillar situation somewhere i dont remember.I realize the importance of referencing.
Ahhhhh Refencing the double edged swrod. while referencing quotes, poetry,thoughts you are being humble stating- I DINT WRITE THIS SOME OTHER BIG SHOT DID and on the other hand you say I AM COOL ENOUGH TO READ STUFF OF THIS BIG SHOT ..I AM LITERATE,I STAND OUT OF THE CROWD.
Attnetion ,attention , attention.. its all about attention.
Now to think about may be in some nasty corner of my mind- i am writing this to stand out of the crowd... am i?
Charishma is a gift.You can either fake confidence or be unaware that you possess it.Its our sensibilty to chose what we become. I chose not to be a pseudo intellect and be truthful about my ignorance and dumbness instead of falsifying :)

SIMPLE FATE

why a fate so simple
in a manner so eloquent
words give more than needed
when life is like empty tray
as expressions of yearn go unheeded

why a fate so simple
yet so befitting
like a water after rain
waiting to be swept off
by the blinding sun ,but in vain.

why a fate so simple
as a teasing banter
which a brings smiles
the lingering gaze
to fetch the eyes
in a wait that stretches miles

why a fate so simple
that brings a tear
a weary traveller down an uneven road

ANALYSIS

With the focal point as my character , my twidling fingers represent 2 extremes of exposure of the developed inner self and the awakened childish wants and whims to live in complete unawareness.My thoughts hint a slight schizophrenic variation .
To feel what is see yet be an inablility to imagine seems to chain me to created emotions.Rather than harbouring my own emotions i am led away by emotions that are read or seen in the form of unreality.

The irony

i ve lived the irony of life..
lived across times
across lives ..
i am what i cannot feel ..
i see but i dream
in this rivery i live ..
wat is real wat is not
i am what u dont see ..
i am what you dont feel
this mind under my cover
i hold my own heart
i hurt me

time to stay a change ...

i pick the withered flowers of my soul..

i feel the urge to hum this hymn..

where did my life go

why cant i put up a fight

why is it that its a diferent sphere ,

i lack the words

i lack the courage ..

where did i go wrong

THE STAR

ter goes a spec of a star
the beholders eyes
search for it beyond far...
said right is the phrase ...
beauty lies in the beholders eyes ...
may it be a spec or a star.....