Sunday Mornings!

Summer is over.. and the Love has been destroyed over a million times by now.
All we have the candies to suck upon.
Everything seems fake - unreal - nothing seems true.
trust factor should have never been there.

Its about self help, being ourselves but how about killing others? feeding on others for our survival? it never seemed to be the solution to life.
Cheating and hate have neither. Escape is the biggest enemy because it never lets the regret go, its like living vampires living in a closed tomb.
Do not escape, let them out - burn them. There will be fire and hurricanes but soon the life will be a better place.
It will have more meaning and the survival will be worth what it takes initially.

Sunday mornings have never been happy in a long long while, to be precise its been more than years.
Everybody has the right to be happy and so everyone has the right to have the right kinds of herbs to protect them from all the evil who try to possess them and feed on them for eternity. Everyone has the right to fight back. you have the right. I have the right.
Escape should never even be an option.

And yes our motto for years was Do or Die - I dont see escape escaping in at all.
World can be a better place.
Life will always be a much better one.

My love is unsaid .. my existence is impure...

My love is unsaid My existence is impure My tears are useless And my heartache is without a cure. I bleed in the name of love I cry tears, which taste like blood My body is stained in red Pieces of my shattered heart on your grave are spread. I want to make it wholesome I hate this life of solitude and being lonesome. My trust in myself lost to deceit Your presence no more by my side Is no less than a mournful defeat. Sometimes I just look at the sky Thousands of thoughts wander by The sunsets and leaves me hollow In my eyes what stays behind is sorrow As I feel more and more incomplete And my bodily faculties are rendered weak.

I’m drawn back into the past Which gave me my sweetest memories But somehow failed to last Being with you gave me joy You were the only shoulder I found On which I could cry. This silence in me is so weird Death so many times have I neared Even today I’m sitting here beside your grave Even today for your love my heart craves. I write your name on the dust with mine My hands are still in pray, to make you mine. I do not wish to leave you and go Cause leaving you here, all I be is incomplete I got red roses for you even today Wont you not accept them even today? I know the tears that roll down from my eyes will dry with time But I want you to know that you presence not besides me Will only make my life an incomplete rhyme.

My nights are lonely, My calls are unanswered Every time I dial your number I get no answer I wish to hear your voice say ‘I love you’ But now that you are no more, What can I do? I still have my room full of your gifts Every time I try to stop thinking of you they make my mind drift They take me back in those times When you were with me and I called you mine

Love to dust

Glorious tales of love bring me to the highest peaks. 
I look down to see where is the one I
desperately seek?
Lost within a land where truths and lies are same 
I wander to the edge and wonder what is this game. 
Pieces of soul lie upon the ground broken and torn. 
Watch them fly away on the winds of the forlorn. 
Why is the way of the loves we try to trust? 
In the end its the same, the heart turns to dust...

Pretty headstones

Dull –  Dead - Gone

He survives no more.

Never did – Never was – Never will be

The sovereign of her realm.

Ripped – Tore – Executed

Every happiness that she collected.

He dug a grave – He dug her Grave - 

He primed an attractive headstone

&  Relaxed within it.

Sunday Mornings

I had thought of covering subcultures and decided to study few of them in-depth but while my re-search I came across some superbly brilliant movies and yes I couldn’t stop myself from posting them down as a collection so that I don’t forget about them.

Drama, Romance, Music, Biographies, Documentaries

The Last Station (2009)

A historical drama that illustrates Russian author Leo Tolstoy's struggle to balance fame and wealth with his commitment to a life devoid of material things.

Sylvia (2003)

Story of the relationship between the poets Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath.

Once (2006)

A modern-day musical about a busker and an immigrant and their eventful week in Dublin, as they write, rehearse and record songs that tell their love story.

The Dreamers (2003)

Paris, spring 1968. While most students take the lead in the May 'revolution', a French poet's twin son Theo and daughter Isabelle enjoy the good life in his grand Paris home. As film buffs they meet and 'adopt' modest, conservatively educated Californian student Matthew. With their parents away for a month, they drag him into an orgy of indulgence of all senses, losing all of his and the last of their innocence

Becoming Jane (2007)

The year is 1795 and young Jane Austen is a feisty 20-year-old and emerging writer who already sees a world beyond class and commerce, beyond pride and prejudice, and dreams of doing what was then nearly unthinkable - marrying for love. Naturally, her parents are searching for a wealthy, well-appointed husband to assure their daughter's future social standing. They are eyeing Mr. Wisley, nephew to the very formidable, not to mention very rich, local aristocrat Lady Gresham, as a prospective match. But when Jane meets the roguish and decidedly non-aristocratic Tom Lefroy, sparks soon fly along with the sharp repartee. His intellect and arrogance raise her ire - then knock her head over heels. Now, the couple, whose flirtation flies in the face of the sense and sensibility of the age, is faced with a terrible dilemma. If they attempt to marry, they will risk everything that matters - family, friends and fortune.

Frida (2002)

A biography of artist Frida Kahlo, who channeled the pain of a crippling injury and her tempestuous marriage into her work."Frida" chronicles the life Frida Kahlo shared unflinchingly and openly with Diego Rivera, as the young couple took the art world by storm. From her complex and enduring relationship with her mentor and husband to her illicit and controversial affair with Leon Trotsky, to her provocative and romantic entanglements with women, Frida Kahlo lived a bold and uncompromising life as a political, artistic, and sexual revolutionary.

Gonzo: The Life and Work of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

Fueled by a raging libido, Wild Turkey, and superhuman doses of drugs, Thompson was a true "free lance, " goring sacred cows with impunity, hilarity, and a steel-eyed conviction for writing wrongs. Focusing on the good doctor's heyday, 1965 to 1975, the film includes clips of never-before-seen (nor heard) home movies, audiotapes, and passages from unpublished manuscripts.

Erin Brockovich (2000)

Erin Brockovich is an unemployed single mother, desperate to find a job, but is having no luck. This losing streak even extends to a failed lawsuit against a doctor in a car accident she was in. With no alternative, she successfully browbeats her lawyer to give her a job in compensation for the loss. While no one takes her seriously, with her trashy clothes and earthy manners, that soon changes when she begins to investigate a suspicious real estate case involving the Pacific Gas & Electric Company. What she discovers is that the company is trying quietly to buy land that was contaminated by hexavalent chromium, a deadly toxic waste that the company is improperly and illegally dumping and, in turn, poisoning the residents in the area. As she digs deeper, Erin finds herself leading point in a series of events that would involve her lawfirm in one of the biggest class action lawsuits in American history against a multi-billion dollar corporation.

and many more.. may be in my next post.

Green candy!

Yeesshh... I'm back to blogspot and yes its a new new page again.
The old is lost and forgotten and the worst nobody misses it.
So i have no clue about what this page going to be about.. or whether it will even last a more than a month but yes its going to be a collection of my thoughts, work and everything I like. That sounds good enough for the time being. 
So people, its time for some Summer Love, Green Candies and Pretty Dresses! :)




Priu.