Indecipherable utterances of a maverick
If anyone ever makes any sense of these random ravings, do tell me..i havent got a clue what i m writing... do birds sing in open cages, does a word mean more than pages do we ever figure out the rig
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If anyone ever makes any sense of these random ravings, do tell me..i havent got a clue what i m writing... do birds sing in open cages, does a word mean more than pages do we ever figure out the rig
SPACE,TIME AND TRUTH!! Posted by Aragorn on Tuesday June 05, @03:55PM Well i'm sure most of you will be familiar with quantum theory..hold it!! dont turn away at the sound of physics..this is not a
Platonic Antipathy No! They don't know , they don't know ........ They don't know what's lie & true, They don't know why a man feels blue They don't know what's hunger & fear, They just live with th
What did they do to deserve this no roof on their head no food to be fed no fun to be had when the sole aim of their lives is just to survive But look at the irony of this all we have everything at o
Posted by Aragorn on Thursday June 22, @04:32PM nothing here entralls me, except a pair of blue eyes..alas,i'll never be seen in them... When you know you are faking that smile and you dont even know
i have been often accused of not being patriotic enough,and i have no pretensions of being a nationalist if that means hating people whoevers interests clash with my countrys' in fact the only thing
It sucks..dont bother reading it.just posted it to see my name in print.... To some I m a diamond, to some I m rust For some I m a coward, for some I m brave, Part of me glitters, part is covered wit
Rhapsodized Incontinent Inebriation The Question remains unanswered I wont be forever let it out,lemme in I just cant empty my heart when its full to brim I dont love,I dont hate call this karma,ca
Posted by Aragorn on Wednesday May 03, @04:34PM A poem inspired by Glorious Kargill Chalo chalo sub khush ho jao yaar, don't you know we are winnnin' the war. Kill the rogues, apni jeet mein unki ha
Life is like a piece of rug and life of each of ours can be treated as a pattern on this. As the weaver elaborates his pattern for no end but the pleasure of his aesthetic sense, so might a man live h
Posted by Aragorn on Friday May 12, @01:02PM Sorry if i sound a bit pessimistic, I wrote it when i was in the dumps The tears come, the mother cries she can see her son is gonna die, they say don’t w
Posted by Aragorn on Saturday July 01, @04:58PM I will survive the night, cos i see the breaking of dawn.. and somehow it all seems worthwile I will survive whatever the odds be against me however d