Just Don't

Don’t be weak,
when you fall alone,
you'll come through,
breaking the wall,
over the skies.

Don't run,
run too far away,
you'll feel the pain,
it'll come again
gray wounds,
they'll heal,you'll see.

Don't sit through,
this is not your sin,
threat is real,
time to play another deal,
drop thoughts of calm,
raise the hands high,
your last sigh.

Don't slip away,
hold on,
wings of truth,
don’t burn so soon,
they hurt,
but flight is real,
lies lie in the ground.

Don’t be weak,
don’t run,
don’t sit through,
don’t slip away,
‘cos you walk alone,
this treacherous path,
pain is the game,
deal's yours too.

--Vineet

Yaad.

Keh-kashon mein aaj bhi mera jikkar kiya jata hai,

bhooley bisron mein mujhe gina jaata hai,

yaad nahin ab mujhe kab tha wo khush pal,

par har lamha inn logo ka har fikra mujh par hi kasa jata hai.

Gham! (Despair)

Mere gham se roshan hai ye chiraag andheron ke,

dil ka sooraj ab doob gaya karte intezaar saveron ke,

aur ab aansoon ka chaand falak mein kayam hai.

Farishton ne bhi umeed ka dhaagaa hai kheech liya,

ab majhdhaar mein doob rahi hai meri naav,

to apno ne bhi hai muh pher liya,

Ab tanha iss safar mein kuch nahin hai mere haath,

bas ek toota sitara hoon main.

--Vineet Aggarwal "The Bard"

Questions till the Dawn.

why does the land burn?
why does my home shatter?
why the tears in my eyes?
why do the innocent die?
the wrongs of one,
paid by everyone.

why is there rage?
why cant we live in same age?
why do we keep "I" so high?
why attacks of terror?
is there nothing better?
these are the foul thoughts,
killing the peace in the womb.

why do we fight for land?
why is everybody so mad?
why am I not free?
what is that is holding me?
will my peace be my prison?
and I'll always be a slave and not a person.

Why do I ask so many questions?
why poor live on road but rich in mansions?
why water comes for a price?
why no truth but only lies?
why no more trees to grow?
why no happiness but only feelings of low?
is the destiny or the choices I made,or am I living the hell created by the human spade.


It's written in grief I have in my heart for the choices people make but everybody has to live,It's written with the question that why these wars, why we fight why at all we never respect what we have but live in the greed,I know I have many questions, I know many will never be answered but if not all someday some of these will find the rightful answer and that day will the day of human awakening.

--Vineet Aggarwal 'The Bard'

Orkut - A small mistake.

Nope this is noway an attempt to stop you from using orkut neither it's an attempt to promote orkut. It's just something I found.. :)



Orkut has a small mistake.. We usually refer to it as the "Grammatical Mistake"



The image below has a red ellipse and that shows the "I" has been used in smalls and not in capitals.



May be the orkut people were in a hurry to never look at that :)



here is the pic. Find it yourself :)









Peace!!



Vineet Aggarwal

Pahaunch! (The Reach)

parwaaz thi oonchi meri,

gira hoon fir bhi aakar zameen par,

asmaan abhi bhi kuch door nahin,

bas dhoondh raha hoon wo chehra.

--Vineet Aggarwal 'The Bard'

PJ

This post is about the very infamous abbreviation called "PJ" and also, I think it's important for me to tell you all that my friends call me as a "PJ King" for the Deadly PJs (they think) I crack.



And I always wondered,


What would be the definition of PJ?
Can we define Humor, isn't this very subjective ?
Since when an Abstract known got a measurement to it?

There would be many questions going on in my mind about the very PJ because as I see it, some good humor to me may or may not be that appealing to others that they would laugh their guts out on that while it makes me laugh till I look like crying over something. Jokes, these comedians make or the Jokes you read anywhere may make you just smile a little or again they can be the laugh blasters but who defines it all? Answer is nobody.

There is no rating to a joke, not a standard one, my experiences with such situation have made me come to this conclusions, I have watched the comedy movies rated as worst and they have made me laugh all the time and I have watched the movies rated as 'Laugh Riot' and I could only smile or not even give a little twitch to my lips or mind.

Now, over with the rating and the measurement related discusscion of jokes, lets see how would Wikepedia define a PJ and I ran a search for that. The result may be alarming to many but it was as expected by me :)

So, is it that while cracking a Joke I never spoke what they wanted to listen or is it that I did utter those things out which made them smile but they just wanted to laugh a bit more so they would call me the PJ King. :)

Now, I have another search to run about,

What is this PJ then?

Where did it come from?

Which I will post about in my next post but Whatever that may be though, I am the King of something and not the King Nothing :)

Ciao.

Vineet Aggarwal

The Question remains.

Why is this deja-vu,
Why I feel nothin is new,
Why my heart still beats the same,
Why I again lost the game,
no reasons to my questions,
it happens time and again.

I've roamed the earth,
not once but many a times,
I've faced the death,
not once but many a times,
I had my share of breath,
not once but many times,
why I still remain,
no happiness, no remorse and no refrain,
only memories and questions in my brain.

There she goes, a friend I lost,
here he comes, an enemy with guns,
no rhythm and no rhyme,
blood, relation all drained for a dime,
it was then and it is now,
peace still a dream.

What am I looking for,
my search is for unknown,

no shape to define,
no name it has got,
some call Messiah and some god,
they say it's the power divine,
which makes the sun shine.

and I come looking again,
a new body, a new pair of jeans,
but the question remains.

--Vineet Aggarwal 'The Bard'

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Loss!

"There's no pleasure in losing a game but never ruin the fun gained in playing"
- Vineet Aggarwal


This all is so true for one and just one reason, we feel sad when we lose. It's human to feel sad over a loss, nobody can be perfect to never shed a tear over the spilled milk sometime at least in their lives but what is needed from us is not to ever lose the faith in oneself. There might not be the second chance ever, the loss may be very heavy but why should we feel low or sad about it, why to lose the faith in oneself, always remember that you performed, you were there in the battle fighting every moment, in every strike of the blade it was you. When you were there it was only you who was there, your own tools, your strategy, your own strength etc, in everything it was you beaming with rush, that enthusiasm and you learnt a lot, you learnt what is the way mistake happens, you learnt what is the right way thru that puzzle and you felt happy about, so, why lose it all now?

Lonely Truce!

Rage and fire all around,
Walking through the world of ash,
Lonely souls killing,
Butchered dreams,
Don’t know the direction of life,
But this world burns too foul.

Lonely truce in my mind,
A war which is never ending,
Drowning world in the tears,
I still walk to the directions unknown.

Burning the holes too deep,
With mind to find all,
Only bullets n bombs to feed,
Afraid of the shadows,
This city of chaos looks insane.

Fighting over the borderline,
Forgotten divine bullets they drive,
Savior of the world,
Running away to the lost mind,
Dead rotten creep eats piece of mine.

Playing on the news are the horrid scenes,
Unmoved walk away from the screams,
A well of gas or the land mass,
Pulling the carcass the doom comes too soon.

Lonely truce in my mind,
A war which is never ending,
Drowning world in the tears,
I still walk to the directions unknown.

On wedge of the war I walk too far,
Crying to the dry blood,
Burdened eyes see the fall,
Flesh covered with the lies,
As the soul dies I walk to find the world of my own.

Lonely truce in my mind,
A war which is never ending,
Drowning world in the tears,
I still walk to the directions unknown.

Fighting over the borderline,
Forgotten divine bullets they drive,
Savior of the world,
Running away to the lost mind,
Dead rotten creep eats piece of mine.

Rage and fire all around,
Walking through the world of ash,
Lonely souls killing,
Butchered dreams,
Don’t know the direction of life,
But this world burns too foul.

Lonely truce in my mind,
A war which is never ending,
Drowning world in the tears,
I still walk to the directions unknown.

--Vineet Aggarwal 'The Bard'

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Celebrations of Bard

Hi,

My pals call me The Bard, they call me the voice of their opinions, their thoughts. Well, truly I would speak and write what this world sees, feels, and how I feel, but never for once has there been a time when I felt the world is so so very far from me. In every breath, in every blink I feel and see this world, what I am today has so much to be thanked to the world.

Thus, I the Bard of the world celebrate, in thanks to all that this world has to offer me, the love, the care, the companionship, the bitterness, the sweetness, the blue skies, the dark waters, it's a celebration of everything and nothing.

Peace be there! - The Bard