ok to make thing more interactive.. and being online means to connect people, wherever and whoever you are from around the globe.. here is something i want to share with you...

there are times we regret for things as they are, wanting to become what we are not, finding happiness in someone else's life.. is there something you would want to change? 

YES SUPERSTAR - SEASON 2

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-FL8HiwWXcE&feature=related

Doubts

Like sombre, when the mood is drowned,
Thoughts erupt , but a blockage in the eye,
Expression caught in hide and seek
The thought sees no light.
Within the annals of the mind lies
A desire, so deep to pour
Cannot for fear of ridicule...
Lest the other mind speak
Reveal the same vibe
But closed hearts leads to unanswered questions!

new

now, its been a long yawn, and I was awakened to a life I really was made of and made for...
and a nice relaxing holiday won me a few jealous irks, with the rumour of a never-had boyfriend, a tormented past and a deliberate shunning of my marriage..am thinking how even the simplest of men can cook up interesting stories to look unique and trusting.
if given a chance of money, i would elongate the story to give a thriller film.. am pissed off too, with unknown people talking of me, but then it gives me a rise above the rest, that am Popular!

When I met the wrong man

The Hypocrisy of Traditionalism On pretext the world functions through certain norms, now exhiled in to oblivion via modernism and uncouth manipulation of cultures, isn't it dramatic when people rumour when one steps out of norm. The existence of life is judged by a set of principles man-made and tried to constrict humans from venting their creative synergy or rising up above the rest. Biographies and autobiographies have taught us it is men and women daring traditional norms who have exalted themselves unto a higher echelon of life. If fear of social repurcussions prick the conscience, the man is incapable of handling a changed life. He cannot dare to do wonders nor arrogantly change routine thinking ingrained within traditional mindsets. If fear engulfs or shame shrouds in doing it different one should sit back to rest and dull as a stagnant creature clad in a roll of inconspicuous garbs. But I shun those contemporaries blessed of pretence. They who in need to shine above the rest, to stamp their infamous memory, create all havoc to establish their names even if uncalled for. Once i came upon a man, who tried to push himself to the extremes, with a loud mouth, exhorbitant words and wild aka rebellious thoughts of feminist freedom. I wished to tell him, 'my dear friend, your pretence feminism is so transparent of your arrogance, an arrogance which was trying to hide behind a culture sensitive, brood of Tamil men, soaked in liberating the woman from traditional set-ups. He on the other side was avaricious of a dowry from a wealthy, to be wedded girl, full-fledged brought up Tamil culture. Why so the drama of speaking at endless meetings, debates and blog meetings to enhance the independance of women when he is craving for the girl's money from the inside. It doth make the woman proud that a man should after all fall at her feet for money...! the hypocrisy eventually brings out his weaker side... saving the traditionally called weaker sex from the wrecks of a ego-centric males.

Belief or Truth

REGRET,

every word uttered so rash.

SHAME,

an ignorance so deep.

CRY,

for the modesty stolen.

WORRY,

the humiliation sees no light.

MISS,

the trivial happiness in gloom.

CONSOLE,

in a dream like wish with no return.

PRAY,

the secrets are secure and bound.

CRIB,

for the one who is different.

When the Orphan's Sleep

When the orphans sleep, a nether world appears. Bereft of care, isolated from the same blood and vein, doth it not hurt the slightest of sinister-minded as the 'Orphans Sleep'?

You may 'pick-a-pocket or two' and be the roadside millionare, departed from the peril of being left out as you have always been. The little body, spelling adjectives of malnourishment, is all that you have. Even homelessness affects you none, when four three walls and a cover would suffice to put you to sleep. Maybe the nether world appearing as you doze off, sketches a colourful picture of kith, kin and everyone. Where food and drink is of a plenty, where hard labour is uncalled for.... thats how beautiful life is 'when orphans sleep'.