Trails of life

Its all a change, really. Time haven't the same manner, it can come back, for sure! Let the things flow but move with time, it changes, it transits at every moment. I dont know for what topic this post this, it feels like just a summary of things going and coming after the another. To derive some conclusions from time, to juice up some little manners of life, not just the good ones but even the bad ones. It has been a lot of time that i posted, it was september 12 then. Sure! My exams come across the timeline but it didnt let myself to pause posting. It was me who failed to compile the things, just because i had plenty of them to discuss! Ah! Its true, when you have millions to express but none display you fail to Purely explain what your time is right now. I dont care about conflicting reviews but i even hate them. One thing i wanna share most importantly. Technology surpassed me. Ah! I hate the things when you fall in limits... Some 2 weeks ago, when i made up my mind to post, then i saw that the dynamic look has been acquired by blogger and that i cannot post through my phone, its java powered, featuring opera mini 7.0. It straight away says that - your browser is unsupported and may result in improper behaviour. Some texts appeared where and some pictures where! It was not ready to have a post button on the screen! Then i choosed my mini iphone my ipod touch for the purpose. And its going fine here! Its damn good. I bought it from houslow, london it was mere a price i bought it first time in my life in pounds. The value here in India is high but little in pounds there in England! So, here are millions things to share ut little space to appear. Some may question what have they got to do with this one, but mind it, always there are littles before the big ones. How time make you perfect, and how in limits around you, you may wonder how it may conclude what was good for you then, then you may not answer the demands of time, it always increases! Little bit of time and big heights to touch and it didnt even looks mere a time, its a living animal, so cruel that even cares for anyone! I cant imagine that from how many experiences might have passed from while rea hing this end! Hmm, its toward end but a new start, it always have to be! Thing big and do big! Why limit yourself? Thing best, try best and get best! Any questions then call your mind, is it ringing? Oh! Time is there for you! Any comments?

Ode To The Life

Where the limits confine no ends,
Head held high on high lengths.
Where losts sway beauty of legends,
Hidden for comeback, its all new and new.

Ode to the life, on the odd sides,
Heavens do stare, atlast some words to hear.
Moist foot and roads untrodden,
Mere carpets laid by the Gods.

Ode to the life, flute on the false ways,
Set apart lost and gains, mistakes.
Questions hike high, why why and why,
No answers but reasons to inhale.

Ode to the life, separations deep inside,
Big worlds to dream, big to believe.
To the next of action, heart screamed,
To know, to the new big world to enter.

I Can't Move On A Smooth Road

yes! I must confess, its all going like a fast flowing stream.
Instances that follow to derieve my ability, is yet but in an underflow, but some unanswered is getting discovered far too long.

Dont know y I let apart myself from I can do. Hereby, i just cant mix reality with a reason. If I do, then the blend is a so bad outcome that its out of anyone's reach.

Each second in a different show is heart frightening. What I am and what I should be, things are really opposite to one another in every prospect.

Some aims are there, and I know I have to wait for the best times to come and the best time to seek. Living in a matter of fact really really hides a crucial points of reality and individuality.

Still some powers are undetermined. Some fall from the very initials, and some in the middles. Some thoughts are never ending, and some are pasts never finishing but even expanding in the dream of futures today and tomorrow.

Which then were a try are now in practice, however far I need or discard them. Some lessons are worth possessing with a meaning. Dreaming in a thunderstorm is worth dreary...

Hmm, yes here I am, beside your eyes, near your mind, living like all do, on a soft smooth road, hard enough to walk, complex enough to think, different surprises, different occasions, close to you and all, and one in all, a simple common man, on a lifeless dream, in a colourful world, in a barren land of wisdom and prosperiety, with a promise and an aim to desire and admire millions things to conqueror, else everything to be like in my colour...

Here I Am, This Is Me...