Escapist-----I'm just a dreamer.

They say that a fool lives to eat and a wise man eats to live. But then the question remains: for what purpose does the wise man live? Living is not an end by itself. There has to be a purpose for man to live for. So what is this purpose? An Arab Poet, Elya Abu Madhi (a born-Christian), not long ago expressed his uncertainty about the purpose of life in his Arabic poem Al-Talasim, meaning “puzzles,” which Is translated into English. He says in his poem: I came not knowing from where, but I came. And I saw a pathway in front of me, so I walked. And I will remain walking, whether I want this or not. How did I come? How did I see my pathway? I do not know! Am I new or am I old in this existence? Am I free and unrestrained, or do I walk in chains? Do I lead myself in my life, or am I being led? I wish I know, but… I do not know! And my path, oh what is my path? Is it long or is it short? Am I ascending in it, or am I going down and sinking? Am I the one who is walking on the road, or is...

White and Black ....could be turned into yellow.... Took hold of flowers, yellow...yellow...... Through the way, I Could determine the way i was going to paint my life, I got a choice to make it colorful, So yellow made it, Stars were shining bright, Sky was gray,but i made it blue .... It made my life ahead, Showed the way , Left the worrisome world far, Decided to paint it a colorful character.... Far away smiles were jaunting, Glinting drops on flowers, Shining like diamonds, Reflected into my hazel eyes, So bright,Emitting ...... The whole world so beauteous, I did it ...... skylines beautified the ambience, Rainbow was clear, My eyes were open, I just saw,what was there in my mind, Every thing colored, I'm felicitous..... The world .. I wanted, No black and white..... That's was me in a exquisite look And lived it.....

Today's blog again about beautiful colors ,i guess these things cheer up certain moments of life....Colors are just like a short story which leaves some impressions in your mind,these colors,those colors.............which drown your valley and your heart feels it and eyes judges them...... Now we cross our fingers for while and start counting colors in these pictures.And feel the affect as well around.. Colors Colors Colors Make me merry, Black ----- Color of authority and power,Black outfits can also be overpowering, White------ Innocence and purity, Red ---------Emotionally intense color, red stimulates a faster heartbeat and breathing, Pink -------- Color,is more tranquilizing, Blue ---------Peaceful, tranquil,opposite to that of RED,Blue can also be cold and depressing Green -------Symbolizes nature, Dark green is masculine, conservative, and implies wealth. Yellow ------Cheerful sunny yellow is an attention getter, Purple -------The color of royalty, purple connotes luxury, w...

Guitar -aspen-Colorado RED CARDINALS STANFIELD RED CORAL LAMAN RED CAR RED CREEK RED FLAG RED LAKE-KRISTOF RED LEAF RED LEAVES RED LIPSTICK PETTEWAY RED OATS TAYLOR RED SEA STAR ...

That through and through relation, Your expressions are back, which was lane down, Your cheeriness triggering by your eyes, Was some thing,i tried to chase for.. That happy smile on your face, Will never forget to find that back.. Harboring hands on my shoulder, I was marveling for that feeling ever. My home was haunting, until you stepped in... Now you are back into my life, I am my original, Wont let you move easily , You are one for whom i crave ever, My ego is choked, Wont let you my home ever now, Please don't think of that now.... I am my original, Will comfort you ever ! Will love you ever !!

Sunday :- A gift from my fiancee "WATCH"....wrrrrr after a long time lollllz.....he has just it across through his friend. But I LOVED it.......Thanx ! It'z too good to receive a gift that too when its surprise.. Love yuh !.

Amid those sandy storms, Black and Grey sky, Silver lining clouds, Rain and rain, Sensible horizon lost Tried to solace, Ironic world, Bemused existence, Those voids, Everything haunted, But there i was, Upright, With hands turned up.......

Thursday ! It was 7 pm went out to get some sweets,walking down on the shores of Dal Lake,it was so airy that i wanted to walk for while,tourist where busy all along shopping,relaxing ! Even lot of them were enjoying Shikara ride (Boat ride),there i saw few children busy with swimming,and taunting each other,it prompted me of my childhood ! How great was it ,how effervescing was it ! how wonderful was it! peep peep and my driver came up,and i left to home. This inspired me of a beautiful ghazal by versatile singer "Jagjit Singh" ye daulat bhii le lo, ye shoharat bhii le lo (You can take away my wealth,even my fame) bhale chhiin lo mujhase merii javaanii (Even though if you take my teenage) magar mujhako lautaa do bachapan kaa saavan ( But then give me back my childhood seasons) vo kaagaz kii kashtii, vo baarish kaa paanii ( Those playing paper boats, that rainy water) muhalle kii sabase nishaanii puraanii (Towns Antiques ) vo budhiyaa jise bachche kahate the naanii (That old...

Do i still believe in "OLD IS GOLD" .. I was just rolling up to Super Market late in evening ! In a junk of crowd i saw an old man with his cheeky grand daughter in pink frock,she was looking like a FAY ,I went near by,'coz my eyes were chucked to see her different expressions while choosing and piking up grocery,there in the one shelf i was looking for "Salad dressing" ,and this cute girl was busy in piking up things ,which she never even had any idea and then moving on second block,together we piked up a pack of "STACKS" like always i wanted salty one,but there i could find spicy one and i just turned my back to it ,mean while this grand daughter piked up it"It has a beautiful box--STACKS" and so she shout this is one for me,but then her grand pa was like you wont be able to eat it darling,this is for sure ! but nah nah she kept on shouting this is one for me.....Grand pa made tried to resolver her this idea of piking spicy STACKS rather t...

With new Desire in my longing heart, I wish to over come them..................... With Sparking ligh t in and around, I wish to make them my part....... With new Moon every day, I wish to enlighten my home all time.... With Growing flowers, I wish my life full of blossoms....... With all happiness now and then, I wish to bound myself......... With every dazzling morning, I want to capture every instant... With every fresh breath , I want to live on this and die........ With far horizon , I want to touch it........ With new sunlight,new day,new life,new moment, I want you to be in my life ever and forever....... Come back soon I'm waiting for you !!!!!!

My blog is missing some thing;i realized it when i was working in my cabin and some of the mates came up to wish me and they were fed up with daily strikes.Though they ended up no where,but what was the reason for strike was Asrar's murder (19 yr old dude),they kept on talking about him and suddenly Micheal Jackson came out of the tongue from one of the cobber.And that made me to think i have a void yet in my blog to be filled up with the "TRIBUTE TO KING OF POP"........ "I just can't believe what happened to Michael. Michael Jackson''s father believes that "foul play" was involved in his son''s sudden death though the second autopsy has not revealed anything new. Joe Jackson, 80, who had sought a private autopsy of the pop star after a preliminary autopsy report ruled out foul play in the death, said that the family wants to know why the pop star died suddenly. Jackson , 50, died after a suspected cardiac arrest on June 25, He was on ...

ASRAR MUSHTAQ studying in Islamia college(ICSC) b.com 2ND YEAR had left for gym from home on Friday(3RD July) evening, since then he was missing and on 8th of July, 2009, His Throat Slit Dead body was seen in Srinagar old city. ASRAR had burn and torture marks on arms and face. His body had swelled up and it seemed skin had been peeled off from his arms. He had a wound on the back of his head. His face was covered with tape and was recognized only from his clothes. HE WAS BRUTALLY TORTURED AND STAKED TO DEATH. What was the fault of ASRAR MUSHTAQ? Can any one tell us...? No kashmiri is safe here... Where is UNO, Human Rights Commission? Everything is fake here! Keep silence for a moment, so that ALLAH (swt) forgives his sins and his soul gets peace in heaven... (Aameen) and let’s make this a point to invite all our friends so that these murderers should be given the maximum possible punishment… P.S:- I am stunned to see such a handsome boy ,who left for heaven.He left the world but lef...

T he paintings you see in this post might seem not be worth. The thing can make us look more closely at them is the story of the artist who brought them to life. What makes them special is that this person is… blind. He was not blind from the birth. He lost his sight during a digging operation in the forests of Ukraine, where they tried to find remains of Russian soldiers who are considered to be missing since the World War 2. He got blew up on the 50 year old German Nazi land mine and since then he couldn’t see with the both of his eyes. Before this accident he had already some recognition among the local artist community and his works didn’t look like those later ones. Then when he lost sight he lost everything. He became a disabled person whom nobody needed or cared about. He was in deep depression, and once he has got a call from his old friend, who tried to support the artist and offered to conduct an public exhibition of his old works. Of course he agreed. Then they had some ti...