What i am!!
Abstractness is a friend, a compatriot, a partner.It helps you think what you might not normally think, which is what i believe in.....view everything from a different angle.What i write is simply what i feel, when i feel it, and how i feel it, it's not what i'm asked to write, it's what i want to write, all my writings are dedicated to some very special people, who inspire me to write.Thank you!!
The first stroke on the canvas!
Naqsh
:The journey from start to end, the first strike of the chisel on a rock to make a sculpture!
Naqsh
kNuMB:Pronounced as Numb, is symbolic of the phase that transcends the physical world connecting a person with the spiritual energy of the universe. One might be numb by worldly standard but is in fact on a heightened plane of awareness, of energy and of enlightenment. All of kNuMBās music reflects this phase, this sudden rush of energy which gives birth to music in our case and all art in general. Only art is everlasting, hard hitting and binds us all in a silent understanding of the things the artist has felt and tried to convey to his listeners.
kNumb
Sometimes you just feel you were destined for greatness, and sometimes you feel as if you're good for nothing, times change, but the person doesn't, have faith in yourself, faith can do what noone else can!
Somethings end, somethings don't mean to end but they do, they just rust, fade away slowly.But then again where there is deforming there is always reforming.That is what Ibteda is all about.A new beginning, moving on....!!
Previous Ramblings
- Floating like a dead body,
on a river so far away,...
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Like a silent raindrop,
I fall,
on the ground b...
- In the dark,
the eerie moon,
the lucid veil,
such ...
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Of a heart shaped round,
ball of light, aura of...
- Maybe life is a reason,
and I am the cause,
but wh...
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I look out of the frame of reference and find an...
- A walk in the park,
a past for my future,
hope is ...
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Walking on water,
drowns me and my dream,
broken...
- Come death, go life,
the angel of incarnation,
the...
- I can see through the wall,
but i'm blind,
I can w...
Chronicles
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Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Seven colours, two rivers, one shore, my home.
Light in dark, shadows in hope, sometimes life is, a very weak rope.
18 years, of breathing in, and out. Of walking, here and there.
Seven colours, one motive, repeated revision, of fondly transition.
I was weak, I fell down, but since I , was dedicated, I aced life.
Now life asks, me how to go, on and on and on, without failing to fall, but I keep telling it, You made me , who I am, now I don't know, Who you are!!!
This I wrote for this one friend who I call "ace". I guess the poem was about what I learnt about life and it's doings from her. How we can strive hard and look back and smile at the past where we were down and blue and broken and how now we're sufficient enough to paint that blue colour into seven colours :)
[unreflecting belief]__ hashriani at 10:12 AM
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