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03 April And...The wings of peace and love You give me all I need Gentle touches shall stay inside 'Till the end of time Sweet My crowned queen for you my soul, My arms open wide All my dreams shall become a life to Joyful days I want to fell the waves take My pain away to free my heart So spread all your shine again And make me wish and make me smile You mean all to me Trance We die when we make love And share the deepest desire Hold my hand, we can find in us the sublime love I want to feel the waves take My pain away to free my heart So spread all your shine again And make me wish and make me smile You mean all to me I'm running to the shore to feel you close to me I want to feel the waves take My pain away to free my heart So spread all your shine again And make me wish and make me smile You mean all to me 06 February los cumpleaños felices a míWell...one more year, one more dream and one more me...
Should say had a splendid birthday...this year was special, very special.
I dont even remember who all called me but just want to say a few thanks quickly...
Ma & Dad : For making 'me' happen
Rohit & Shabnam : Man! you guys are amazing, thanks for my surprise party...you guys made it real special. great that I have crazy people like you in my life who make me realize that love is unconditional.
My adman : Was waiting for your call and dozed off grumpily, thanks for waking me up and I miss you too my cute little thing! Soon!! Chin2 : For waking up in 4hours, falling into my bait and ordering flowers all the way from Pune, god and you only know how you managed it so fast! Love you girl!
Dodo's Am : For being with me and yes a bday promise...kreeti to english dictionary soon! Bhalu : For graciously accepting the fillip from chin2 which made you call me at the fag end of the day but glad that you actually did.
Bezzy : For the alarm which went off in time...!
Snigdha : I love you babe, for all your strength and your smile...glad!
Sanju : For the corn!
My Bday mate : For the most bland bday sms of my life...I am treasuring it. And yes for the vodka, the crosscountry and your malboro lights.
B2 : For making me feel like a 5 year old...the excellent food and all that cake and chocolate on my face and hair.
Liquid Heroin : For your mail...reply soon!
Glad I am not alone and this one was really the most special one!
Thanks guys :-)
Peace,
Kreeti
P.S.: Ma your brat IS getting pampered...hope you at peace now!
08 January Return of the prodigal...Return from nowhere...here...everywhere...poof!!!
I sometimes feel I should stop announcing my infamous returns on my blogs but then if I dont then how will the world know that I might go away again.
I am back with a realization...a nudge and yes an ache which refuses to go.
And here I go again with one of my ramblings...
Enter the path to the realm below
Where evil sleeps and darkness grows For you don't know where I've been And you don't know what I've seen You can't feel what I felt And you can't go where I've dwelt For I am the blood you bleed And the death you'll see I am the sign of Satan To bring forth the night Infernal chanting.. As the secrets revealed before my eyes Lost for evermore, lost in nevermore As I've wept one thousand tears And dreamed one thousand dreams Now here I stand, flesh and blood My soul reflects a stream of ice As your blood flows in the dark Your fears are calling as I left my mark So here's my confession Yet far beyond expression For I am death and I am birth Your incarnated fear And when you're dead you'll dream of me Live in your illusions Die in your illusions Restless throughout unseen dimensions I've wandered Now I stand forth to challenge The laws of man and god I'll rise the banner of the strong for earth shall be mine My hate are the stars But soon they'll fall Man! when will I learn...
26 October At Twenty Seven...Don't worry, things will only move up from here Rock bottom, it can only get better A broken woman with broken heart And broken dreams of being back on top ... Official crowned princess of potential When it rains it pours. Right now it's torrential A broken woman with broken heart And broken dreams of being back on top ... Down, but not out. Down, but it's not over Please reconsider Please rearrange your busy schedule of wasted time And try to fix the mess you've made It's not too late to turn this around Another closing door has locked you in A midlife crisis at twenty-seven Don't worry, things will only move up from here Rock bottom, it can only get better It's not too late. 12 October RamblingsBorn upon lies Deception and strife Poised to be art This lifeless heart Where will we be? What does it mean for me? Follow the truth then take it with you Further and further away To save humanity Beyond the realm of time In my eyes A reason's demise This moment of truth Shall cut all the ties Say goodbye Leave it all behind Curse the word Let it be heard Witness the fall I want it all Reach for the promise Hold back the tears Down on the inside Nothing left to fear Behold the mystery On this endeavor that will last forever Make a believer in me On this endeavor that will last forever Feel the air as two wills collide Send me away as you look towards the sky Perpetual existence - a place where nobody goes The path of least resistance - a place that nobody knows Born upon lies Poised to be art In my eyes A reasons demise This moment of truth Shall cut all the ties Where will we be? Say goodbye 14 September Askewed ArtWhen everyone was raving about what a great movie The Pianist was, I would not go see it.
I said it should not even be released in america as Polanski is a convicted child rapist and a fugitive from justice. The character of the person does effect the way I look at the art ( or refuse to look at it) Two things. First, I don't believe he was convicted. Only accused, and he fled. I may be wrong on that. Second, and more importantly, I think it is a mistake, and a loss, to be overly concerned with the character of the artist, when experiencing art. While I appreciate and resonate with the idea, I try to put it aside. If I needed character references before I could appreciate and enjoy art, I would miss a lot of beauty. As near as I can tell, personal character has little to do with artistic ability. I might suggest that artists may be, on average, of poorer moral character on average than the general population, which is the way it sometimes appears, but I have no hard data to back that up. But anyway, Wagner would be lost to me if I cared about his nasty and anti-semitic character. Van Gogh was a goofball, and many of my 60s and 70s classic rock favorites were druggies and abusers of various sorts (and many did not survive). I'm sure we can all think of great artists and musicians and authors who have given us great joy and pleasure and insight, who were personally quite flawed, and even really nasty. F. Scott Fitzgerald was no gem, nor was Hemmingway, and Poe was a real piece of work. And, if you want to get really particular and Buddhist, you'd have to turn away from awesome gospel and blues, not to mention most of classical music and opera, that has its roots in deep Christian beliefs. What a dreary world it would be without Bheetoven and Verde and Handel, not to mention Aretha and the Nevilles. Enjoy the art, as art. Look at the artists if you want (and I encourage it, actually, as fascinating studies), but don't deprive yourself of their wonderful works. Hell, I even still love to listen to Barbara Streisand and Linda Rondstat.
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