XCENTRIC-ANGEL

With blackboards and chalk pieces, Art books and drawing sheets, rulers and geometry sets, and notebooks, don't forget. The smell of ink, and first cursive writing Oh! The feeling, so exciting. With text books and labels, with stories and fabels, you taught us to cross roads, and today we cross nations and more! Armed with History, Physics and Chemistry, we have tried to slove most of worlds mysteries. Biology and Zoology have shown us where we are from, but only the future will show us what we've become. Even though Mathematics flew over my head English literature saved me from its dread. We have been to Colleges and Universities, and it has taught us about human diversities. Philosophy has always been a friend. And lets not forget Psychology in the end. No matter what, we could not have done it without you You guided us, picked us up, and put us on the best path you knew. You moulded us like clay, into the person we are today. For this we are eve...

"Squeeze that ab .. .6,7,8,9, one more...uuughhhh 10! Phew!! That's it. I can't do it anymore ". How much do you weigh? When are you going to start taking care of all that weight? Don't you want to look good? If you don't become thin no one is ever going to marry you. Don't be lazy, get off your ass and workout. How many of us have been there and heard that? I am guessing we have heard these comments and others much worse. Weight is such a big problem and root cause of unhappiness. Why does everyone focus of how good one must look and not on how healthy one must be? We feel that if we are a certain weight then we will be happy. Is that true? Do you think being your ideal weight you will be happy? Do you think that people who are not are unhappy? Being a certain weight and then waiting for happiness is such a horrible concept that just ruins everybody's life. The world is focusing on all the wrong stuff when it comes to weight. Hoping, crav...

When was the last time... you lay on the grass felt the sun on your face knelt down in prayer laughed like a child played a little game shed a few tears loved with your soul made paper boats danced in the rain believed that everything will be ok? What will you do... if time passes you by when all love is lost and the clock has ticked out? will you find yourself alone, is death all you mourn. what will you do, when the birds don't sing when the rivers run dry and when everything around you dies? Who will you hold when your breath feels cold? What would you do... if you had another chance to love and to dance. Will you fill your life with light and stay out of a fight will you dance late into the night, or give into the fright? will you laugh till your sides hurt and roll around in the dirt will you remember to smell the flowers and not stay behind bars? Time is such a fleeting thing, one moment here, gon...

I gave up all hope. I knew all was lost. A shift in the wind, a gentle caress of the breeze, felt magikal. But yet I had given up. I lost all hope of finding love again. A romantic movie, a couple walking on the road; all this looked like a distant dream. A dream that I had, and  lost. A dream I thought I will never find.  An evening came by on a cool January day. I was exhausted and just wanted to go home from work and sleep. Just then I get a call from my mother saying that she wanted me to meet someone. I thought, oh one more person to the long list of 'potentials' . You see, after I had given up on love, my parents wanted to prove to me that love can happen again. And I saw this glimmer of hope evaporate into thin air, each time I met a 'prospect'. I mean, how many people find real love by meeting random people from some site? Apparently it does happen. And that's how it happened. A total stranger walked into my life that evening. I wanted to get this over...

All are but puppets in this world Strung up and ready to roll walking talking and playing along To the divine makers gong We do not wait nor watch Or understand the plot Living like this as long as we can Till death hits us with a pan Pretending all the time Like actors in some mime Not knowing when the scene will end Laughing we go along every bend But when the lights go out In our minds there's a doubt Are we living a life Or are we living a lie Questions we don't seek answers to  What are we here to prove? Divine string dancers are we One day we will finally see. by, Teja Priyadarshini

Vast stretches of land calm and peaceful and serene  I am standing here now Am I lost or found or just being? Thoughts come and thoughts go Memories. Are they from today, tomorrow or years gone by? The whistle of the wind as it touches the grass The crackling of a stream as it passed Is it just a spell or am I in heaven? Peace invades my heart; I'm even Flooding everything out of my self Love, laughter or quite Whatever it is, I need to find. Music in the way the wind moves Making the waves dance the soft sun light in my eyes Golden heaven in my sight The gentle caress of the breeze the cackling of flying geeze The last warm touch of the setting light I know everything is going to be alright. If bliss is here in this very moment then why I go through such torment? The smell of grass the feel of wood with all my senses alive I am ready to fly. If this is peace Can I have it all my life? by,...

Whisper softly into my ear Love is but heartbeat away Warm breath, anticipation My life flashes in your eyes clear, like a crystal I would never leave your side The horrors of the past the love that's lost Our bond is strong Death will come and death will go But we will always be The promises made The hours spent remembering the sweet nothings This is not the end we will meet when the sun shines again One last look One last caress A new promise made A day will come When we will whisper sweet nothings again by, Teja Priyadarshini