tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12885457334649076562012-02-04T07:48:04.552-08:00Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow The world should listen then, as I am listening now!prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-29895246190154006242008-09-15T11:21:00.001-07:002008-09-15T11:38:07.010-07:005 reasons i will never be successful<br />1-i try sit without talks not reason obviously any i reason in always fail to find a sensible.<br />2-i try talks not to in speak some between sensible.<br />3- i try sensible not to of people in make fun talks sensible.<br />4-i try correctly talks not to think sensibly in more i try think talks or in sensible not to sensible.<br />5-i am not sensible.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-2989524619015400624?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-84821237645594049482008-09-10T11:04:00.000-07:002008-09-11T00:39:39.315-07:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">A male -a naked male</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">In perfect proportions of a human figure</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">A unadulterated unification of art and science</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">A male - a naked male</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">A first of its kind they say</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sixteen art pieces in a single work</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">A single work with whole universe</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">And the whole universe in</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">A male- a naked male</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">A </span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">miraculous man he was</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">With his metaphysical power</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">The art in him or his hands</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">A circle, a square</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">And a male - a perfect male</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-8482123764559404948?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-38697390244692914212008-08-20T02:53:00.000-07:002008-08-20T12:58:30.525-07:00Another day another evening<br />Another sun dying in the west<br />There he stands again with his men<br />The prince lay before his men.<br />A taciturn creeping in most<br />Uneasy hearts of the world.<br /><br />So futile is his powers,<br />Neither could he stop that bird<br />Nor his son...<br /><br />Sun can't always shine on us,<br />And words can't express the grief<br />Of such fathers.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-3869739024469291421?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-84392850041743725962008-08-13T08:14:00.000-07:002008-08-13T08:16:00.527-07:00THE CROWNLESS SHALL BE THE KING AGAIN!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-8439285004174372596?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-34632843768617254452008-08-13T07:38:00.000-07:002008-08-13T07:41:02.489-07:00<div align="justify"><em><strong>your darkest dream is<br />that tell you about yourself<br />your strongest belief is about<br />your own potentials.<br />there are times<br />times which you have to<br />sit back and watch<br />at that time you stand<br />you stand to be different<br />and end up being the same<br />to the world of people<br />you are welcome.</strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-3463284376861725445?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-84712856494750521312008-08-08T23:56:00.000-07:002008-08-13T07:47:47.175-07:00<div align="left">Today I am free<br />Today I am you<br />Endless and deep<br />Shallow and<br />I don’t walk anymore<br />I don’t run nor crawl<br />I flow-<br />I flow through all the things<br />I flow inside<br />I flow outside<br />I am here there and everywhere<br />Today I am free.<br /><br />With one hand I can hold<br />The biggest creation by your race<br />Another can hold a small rose.<br />No I don’t have hands<br />But I have a grip<br />A grip of all whole world<br />A grip of all humans-all life<br />Because today I am here there and everywhere<br />Today I am the virago.<br /><br />I have risen over all things<br />Today I don’t need words<br />Words to express nor<br />Language as some medium<br />The things that make you weak<br />Are not part of me anymore.<br />I have took everything good and precious<br />From all beings-<br />From you -I took your courage<br />Courage to swallow this vast ocean<br />Courage to count the particles in my land.<br />I have surpass all your limits<br />I am just here, there and everywhere<br />Today I am free<br />Today I am the wind.<br /><br />Your race will one day end<br />But I will stand there<br />I will flow over your ruins<br />I will keep alive your dust.<br />Some words are powerful<br />They can win the greatest of all enemy<br />Nevertheless the words are too small<br />Too small to describe me.<br /><br />Stop this futile attempt<br />And bow to my power<br />Today I flew over Berlin</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-8471285649475052131?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-27826974776036666562008-06-07T20:09:00.000-07:002008-06-07T20:17:02.109-07:00old tree ...old room....i miss all things...<br />people ...people just other people....<br />i feel better i dont converse in few words or one word...<br />no regret ...<br />omens on my way...i guess showing the right way...<br />yes i have read alchemist...<br />but i am no Santiago....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-2782697477603666656?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-3949877276421487972008-05-27T03:15:00.000-07:002008-05-27T03:24:45.529-07:00so intresting so boring<br />so different so same<br />so new .....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-394987727642148797?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-51543202950484014092008-05-10T12:06:00.000-07:002008-05-10T12:07:43.032-07:00crownless again shall be the king...<br /> <br /> <span style="font-size:78%;">lord of the rings</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-5154320295048401409?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-63215268288145999102008-05-10T10:54:00.000-07:002008-05-12T07:08:01.237-07:00तीसरा पहर दिन का ....<br />वो दूसरी सोच ज़िंदगी की ....<br />वो पहला इंतज़ार सदी का ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-6321526828814599910?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-67529514163761814372008-04-16T09:03:00.000-07:002008-04-16T09:09:11.812-07:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">i have just awaken from a deep sleep</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">And found u all weak</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Ready to be the master of your whole heap</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">And treat you all like sheep<span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br />dare to break the walls<br />break the walls<br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-6752951416376181437?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-46551138416714998392008-04-11T06:50:00.000-07:002008-04-11T07:04:40.705-07:00the sun i hate<br />shits light around<br />watch and only watch<br />shows immortal as mortal<br />shows intrepid as dastard<br />shows cohort as antagonist<br />shows me as ....<br />shows me in light....<br />the sun i hate<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-4655113841671499839?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-85364964741419392692008-04-11T06:41:00.000-07:002008-04-11T06:49:48.235-07:00<p>with every thought </p><p>with every movement</p><p>with every action</p><p>with every way</p><p>with every stone </p><p>with every thorne</p><p>with every lie</p><p>with every truth</p><p>i define only onething</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-8536496474141939269?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-42333906251253111072008-04-06T11:21:00.000-07:002008-04-06T11:24:11.252-07:00I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home <br />I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed <br />I gazed a gazley stare at all the millions here <br />We must have died along, a long long time ago <br /><br />THE MAN WHO SOLD THE WORLD<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-4233390625125311107?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-46746427227010675052008-04-01T22:30:00.000-07:002008-04-01T22:31:42.774-07:00some people think i dont like them....but may be i only like them....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-4674642722701067505?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-2344177984132539382008-04-01T22:28:00.000-07:002008-04-01T22:29:47.497-07:00certain hours of day i hate now<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-234417798413253938?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-73737454363092831832008-03-17T08:18:00.000-07:002008-03-17T08:21:02.355-07:00<p>empty days i look forward to</p><p>quite days excite me</p><p>normal days i love</p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-7373745436309283183?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-85035718620164217522008-03-17T08:13:00.000-07:002008-03-17T09:56:10.070-07:00<strong>the best there was</strong><br /><strong>the best there is</strong><br /><strong>the best there will be</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />the smallest is the second ine<br />more bigger is the first<br />biggest the third....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-8503571862016421752?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-47488273132189518232008-01-07T13:01:00.000-08:002008-01-07T13:15:41.811-08:00sitting in a cold tender morning...<br />new day ahead they said....<br />waiting<br />waiting<br />waiting<br /><br />sitting in a cold tender morning<br />same day....life of one day<br />no past.... no future<br />different perspectives<br />i felt...<br /><br />same day with changing hours<br />light to no light to light<br />everything growing on previous<br />no different piling<br />i believed...<br /><br />a day so heavy<br />piles of moments falling<br />differnt piles i guess<br />a day ends as light<br />with a wait for new<br />i found.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-4748827313218951823?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-34177270144964030502007-11-23T21:35:00.000-08:002008-05-12T07:13:47.549-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Standing alone in dark<br />In the light of obscure<br />It was the otherworld.<br /><br />Standing beside a lemon tree<br />Watching devils coming and going<br />Outside frightful inside happy<br />On intelligent people of our world<br />Who believe devils myth and hell mythical<br /><br />Standing away out of his reach<br />Don’t catch me by a hair<br />Or I will be his servant<br />My aunt told.<br /><br />Standing in honour of that devil<br />In our world fear of that devil<br />Handed him his sword<br />Accepting the sword he smiled<br />Devils are god –I realised.<br />नेक्स्ट sword slicing my legs<br /><br />Standing , falling and dying<br />I realised—<br />Devils never grant long leases<br /><br />Standing and waiting for a known devil…<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-3417727014496403050?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-32451552253781922892007-10-29T22:07:00.001-07:002007-10-29T22:07:33.054-07:00<span xmlns=''><p>I light a candle<span style='font-family:Centaur'><br /> </span></p><p>When the sun is outside<br /></p><p><br /> </p><p>I am locked inside<br /></p><p>When everyone is outside<br /></p><p><br /> </p><p>I wear my best clothes<br /></p><p>When its raining hard outside<br /></p><p><br /> </p><p>I am sitting alone<span style='font-family:Corbel'><br /> </span></p><p>When everyone is playing outside<br /></p><p><br /> </p><p>I am crying inside<br /></p><p>When everyone is laughing outside<span style='font-family:Arial; font-size:10pt'><br /> </span></p><p><br /> </p><p>I am looking at stars <br /></p><p>When the sun is outside<br /></p><p><br /> </p><p><span style='font-family:Centaur'>It appears like this….</span></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-3245155225378192289?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-46456400387792446502007-10-26T12:46:00.001-07:002007-10-26T12:46:26.694-07:00<span xmlns=''><p> <br /> </p><p>For 2 days now<br /></p><p>When I stand in front of my room<br /></p><p>I see a tree <br /></p><p>Across the road<br /></p><p><br /> </p><p>I have seen this tree <br /></p><p>Both in moonlight and daylight<br /></p><p>Both in sunset and sunrises<br /></p><p><br /> </p><p>This tree laughs at me<br /></p><p>This tree teases me<br /></p><p>And it enjoys it<br /></p><p><br /> </p><p>I wish I was this tree<br /></p><p>then i would have also done the same<br /></p><p>monitoring people<br /></p><p>laughing at them<br /></p><p>mocking at them<br /></p><p>teasing them<br /></p><p>it would have been so much fun<br /></p><p>I would have no work no class no friends<br /></p><p>I will only stand and watch<br /></p><p>Watch the sunrises <br /></p><p>Watch the sunsets<br /></p><p>Dance in moonlight<br /></p><p>Dance in sunlight<br /></p><p>Watch people going<br /></p><p>Watch people coming<br /></p><p><br /> </p><p>This line of tree is so intresting<br /></p><p>They live together but alone<br /></p><p>I also want to live together but alone<br /></p><p>Then I wont need any friends<br /></p><p>I would laugh alone<br /></p><p>But I wont cry alone<br /></p><p><br /> </p><p>Please make me this tree….<br /></p><p><br /> </p><p><br /> </p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-4645640038779244650?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-25149412747809077322007-10-25T02:43:00.001-07:002007-10-25T02:43:24.795-07:00<span xmlns=''><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'>I think I am not normal<br/>But people say that<br/>Normal think he is not normal<br/> <br/>I don't  understand things<br/>That people understand in a sec<br/> <br/>I see things for hours<br/>That people never notice<br/> <br/>I don't see things <br/>That people spend hours noticing<br/> <br/>I don't care for things <br/>That people die for<br/> <br/>I care for things <br/>That people never think<br/> <br/>People make me sad<br/>They make me look different<br/>I hate people<br/> <br/>I love my room<br/>It is a boring room<br/>But  has things that I control<br/>Table   chair   bed….<br/>Who hit me when I am wrong<br/>And I hear them saying 'sorry' after that<br/>I know it is an inanimate object<br/>But it speaks to me<br/>But she speaks to me<br/> <br/>2 hours  since I woke up<br/>And I am trying to speak to <br/>Chairs table bed<br/>She is not saying anything<br/>It is not saying anything<br/>I don't know<br/>I have talked to her earlier<br/>But today she is not speaking<br/>But today it is not speaking<br/>I think i have done something wrong<br/>I hear a faint sound<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'>confirmation!!!<br/>I realize I have done something wrong<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'>but dont know what!!!<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'><br/>my room knows me<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'>better than me<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'>it knows when<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'>i laugh <br/>i shout<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'>i cry<br /></span></p><p> <br /> </p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'>when i sit on my chair and cry<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'>i stop crying much before<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'>then when i am crying outside my room<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'>it knows how to console <br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'>it knows how to comfort<br /></span></p><p> <br /> </p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'>i love my room<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'>my boring room<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'>I hate people<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'>Intresting people<br /></span></p><p><span style='font-family:Georgia; font-size:12pt'><br/>I think I am not normal<br/>But people say that<br/>Normal think he is not normal<br/> <br/> <br /></span></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-2514941274780907732?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-14598812410385374862007-10-23T13:45:00.000-07:002007-10-23T13:46:37.829-07:00imaginations i imagine<br /><br />time passes....<br />a very tall tree of life i see<br />climb and place myself <br />on a branch full of life<br />branch which is colourful <br />full of life and happy moments<br />time passes....<br /><br />i see people standing beneath the life tree..<br />thirsty of love and starving for happy life..<br />options i had four...<br />ignore them...<br />throw some life fruits...<br />ask them to come up...<br /><br />choosing the fourth option<br />cut the beautiful colourfull branch <br />on which i sat...<br />the branch fell on people below<br />injured<br />and confused <br />people thirsty of love and life<br />now dying of love and life.....<br />me also injured ..<br />me also suffered..<br /><br />now i am into something new<br />moulded into something else<br />i feel more comfortable<br />i see dreams that i control<br />life tree if i climb ...<br />i never look down...<br /><br />imaginations i imagine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-1459881241038537486?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-51799717807422756502007-10-11T00:22:00.000-07:002007-10-11T21:12:41.568-07:00Two souls I have<br />Both inside both alive<br />I never wanted to be different<br />I never wished to be the same<br /><br />8 years have passed<br />And I am living like this<br /><br />Never mentioned never complaint<br />Except to one of my friend<br />Friend whom I TRUSTED<br />He mocked at me …<br />He laughed at me…<br />And I never trusted anybody after that<br />I never told anybody after that…<br />.<br />Friend was the word I loved<br />Friend is the word i hate……<br /><br />I have many friends<br />Friends who need help<br />Friends who want me to listen<br />Friends who want me to care for them<br />But no friend who is a friend to me<br /><br />Many friend will now part….<br />After this….<br />But that’s what I want….<br />I need no one….<br />Especially no friend …<br />I have a friend inside me..<br />A friend who listens to me…<br />A friend who helps me…<br />A friend who likes me…<br />A true friend…<br /><br />Two friends inside…<br />These two inside me are no god no devil<br />Two simple ones of diametrical extremes..<br />One knows how to live laugh and love<br />Other knows the futility of living laughing and loving<br />Both correct both wrong<br /><br />One knows every FRIEND of mine<br />Other knows only me…<br />One whom only I know…<br />Other whom every FRIEND of mine knows<br /><br />i speak alone in a room...<br />people laugh...<br />my friend listens...<br /><br />people make my friend frightened...<br />people i dont like...<br />i love my friend...<br /><br />There was a time when the other one was dominant<br />But people didn’t like him<br />They made him disappear ..<br />But he is inside me …<br />Never showed up after that<br />But has always helped me…<br />Thank you the other friend of mine….<br /><br />The two I love ……<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-5179971780742275650?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-29367237787690954362007-10-08T14:17:00.000-07:002007-10-08T16:43:46.973-07:00i want to see sunrises and sunsets<br />i feel happy alone n again<br />please someone hold these moments for me<br />for if i will try to stop them<br />they wll never come back<br />i want eveything gud around me ...<br /><br />i have never trusted anybody...<br />but now now i want to trust..<br /><br />no these passing happiness ..<br />can never change me..<br />its better to be what i have always been...<br />and not surrender to these small happy things...<br />but how powerful r these things i realise now...<br />they change your 5 year old stand in 5 days...<br />but how weak they will feel ...<br />when they wont even make me smile...<br /><br />go away u all...<br />u dont exicite me anymore...<br /><br />happiness was never meant for me...<br />or happiness is never meant for anybody....<br />it is the mask of darkness....<br />it is the door of dark hall...<br />the time u spent knocking is the time ur happy...<br />once inside u pay for these knocking moments...<br /><br />painting wid hills n huts i see<br />breeze blows ...nothing happens<br />tornado comes ....huts to hills<br />i am waiting for this tornado and not breeze...<br /><br />i am still living...<br /><br />i have already stopped thinking.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-2936723778769095436?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-26604480388618328362007-10-07T14:21:00.000-07:002007-10-07T14:43:10.325-07:00i am more than happy...<br />i dont want to think.......<br />thinking takes away my happiness ...<br />i wish i dont had this brain to think...<br />it is as if i only want to eat and not digest...<br />i wish my mind could take the place of my body...<br />to what extent one can think is unbelievable...<br />i drank both poison and antidote in my imagination...<br />but nothing happened....<br />then why do i think ...<br /><br />please take away my freedom of thought.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-2660448038861832836?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-34058735350341134992007-10-06T07:13:00.000-07:002007-10-06T23:54:09.015-07:00I Did'nt know where I was heading<br />I Did'nt care where I was heading<br />but these days..<br />I am in a great topsy-turviness<br />Two ways I see<br />Both look d same but different<br />This dilemma has already took over that pain<br />Please help…..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-3405873535034113499?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-65212775806494536732007-10-04T01:31:00.001-07:002007-10-04T01:41:39.820-07:00days were bright...nights were good...i could feel the pain...<br /><br />pain is deeper than all thoughts...<br />pain infecting my thoughts...<br /><br />days are dark...nights are bad...i feel the pain in my thoughts...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-6521277580649453673?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1288545733464907656.post-18399423624040861822007-10-01T11:45:00.000-07:002007-10-01T12:17:52.993-07:00tinge of happiness ....getting used to it...i m in a great trepidation wll it last...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1288545733464907656-1839942362404086182?l=prateekranjan.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>prateekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11876221308354773263noreply@blogger.com0