Wednesday, November 28, 2007

I was looking at the scar
Which your clinch left open ajar
Evoking the pain it inflicted
Though not as you expected

But there somewhere you touched me
Don’t know why as if you pinched me
This day you have the power of destiny
To kill me yet keep me alive insistently

I wish I could make you understand
How the pause has affected the sands
They don’t leave any prints any more
For they don’t want us walk along, like this no more

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Sunday, July 22, 2007

ANGELS - ROBBIE WILLIAMS


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Sunday, April 22, 2007

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Just hav a glimpse of the unimaginable....

A masterpiece by LIJO

http://films.thelot.com/films/13142
THE VOID

A very good attempt by some friends....

Click on the link below to follow up with a 2 part series of the film.

Part 1 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3cDmKSfDv0


Part 2 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMEYVUHfpmo

Wednesday, March 21, 2007


YOU?

Someone was at the door today, I thought it was you
For I don’t know why I was expecting you
This moment I heard a voice, I thought it was you
For I don’t know why, I wanted it to be you.

The phone did ring just now, to tell that its not you
As it used to be you, whenever I thought about you
The wind chime you gave, does not remember you
As it always used to, tell a lot about you.

Your heartbeat was there, always there to feel you
But it seems you are now, being far away from you
Your eyes, they never used to lie to you
For they are scared it seems, for it’s so unlike you.

You and you, for it was never a dream about you
Don’t know whether, I was ever real to you
May be its nothing I say, that has happened to you
It sure isn’t the way; it should have been;
between me and you.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Day, Someday

Ask your tears to stop crying, just for today
Dreams that come, will be swept away
The hearts you have won will be lost in a sigh
Don’t worry though you don’t have your time high.

Find all the strings of life, make it sweeter everyday
Heart and soul give them without any fray
For in their tents do we dwell when life has no zest
Life is a book, heading always the quest.

Things to live for will show up someday
Success will only kiss us after a hard long way
The moments of your life you forget not
And always know yourself and don’t ever boast.
We …

The creator wanted us to meet;
Meet, and be one in mind each.
Each of us conquering time and life,
Life, which we lived together in love.

Enjoyed we joy and happiness together,
Together, also we shared sorrows.
Sorrows made us learn the truths of life;
Life, making us stronger in love.

Pranks did we play on others,
Others did make us bigger fools.
Fools, lightly we took our life;
Life did not lose grounds in love.

One day we will be the best.
Best in a way, sky will be our dreams.
Dreams will come true, ours will be life;
Life will be always on the path of love.
Makes me … like this


Stealing your heart…makes me feel, like this!
Feeling your touch…makes me alive, like this!
The divine rhythm from you…makes me dance like this!
A look at your face…makes me glad, like this!
Life with you…makes me dream like this!
Your silent move…makes me yours like this!

This makes me think you,
This makes me feel you,
This makes me write you,
And this is why I love you.

When this can make me love you,
Why can’t love make you love me?

Monday, March 12, 2007

Monday, February 19, 2007

Thursday, February 1, 2007

Sunday, January 21, 2007

THE CLOSET STORY.......

It is as cleaning your own Closet with your own bare hands
Then sitting on it with your own bare high class,
Feeling; you are free, free from germs, free from stains,
It’s the same feeling, when she walked away in that rain.

Nothing was as clear, as it was clear on that night,
Sparing few cars, who stopped by, to see if I am alright,
The Scotch was running high and low in my blood;
I could see her sorry face, across the street where she stood.

The rain drops on the street, dropped into the puddle
Looked like a roaring sea, through which I could not paddle.
Hey! Good men, help me out a little, pick me up; make me stand,
Make me still; wave my hands; there she goes to the new island.

The story untold begins from here, what’s there after the end,
I dropped myself in her lap, the doors of which made me intend.
There in the warmth of the twist, I felt her face all to the bloom,
When the Scotch died down, I was still there, On the Closet of my room!!

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

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