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find your poem

Hey friends, I am editing this post because it is offending blogger friends. I am not making any change in the post because I am not feeling bad. THIS IS ONLY A GAME. IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH CREATIVITY. IT IS A GAME ABOUT HOW RANDOM WORDS PUT TOGETHER MAKE SENSE NOT BECAUSE THEY WERE PUT INTENTIONALLY BUT BECAUSE THE MIND IS SO ACCUSTOMED TO CONCRETENESS, THE KNOWN, LOGIC, REASON AND MEANINGS THAT IT FINDS MEANINGS EVERYWHERE. THE MIND WILL REMAIN RESTLESS UNTIL IT HAS PUT ALL THE PIECES OF THE PUZZLE TOGETHER IN LIFE OR IN GAME. IT IS ONLY THE HEART THAT RESPONDS TO THE ILLOGICAL, IRRATIONAL, THE UNKNOWN OR ANY QUEST .....DEAR BLOGGERS I DO NOT MEAN TO HURT YOU....IT IS ONLY A GAME JUST LIKE THOSE FUN-STORY GAMES WHERE THE FIRST PERSON STARTS WITH A SENTENCE AND THE THREAD IS CARRIED FURTHER BY OTHER PLAYERS... WARNING: IF YOU HAVE ANY IMAGES OF ME AS A SERIOUS HUMAN-BEING OR YOU ARE A VERY SERIOUS HUMAN-BEING YOURSELF , DO NOT READ FURTHER.... MIGHTY MOTORSPORTS The great thing ab...

what do we choose?

This is a short story my brother sent me sometime back. I am bringing this story here for all of you even though I found it so heart-breaking. The story illustrates how we loose our awareness in fits of rage for things that do not really matter. While dad was polishing his new car, his four year old son picked up a stone and scratched a few lines on the side of his car. The father seeing this got so furious that in anger he took the child's hand and hit it several times, not realising that he was using a wrench. At the hospital, his child asked, "dad when will my fingers grow back?" Dad was so hurt. He went back now to hit his car and kicked it many times. Exhausted he sat back and his eyes fell on the scratches. Coming close he saw....his son had written, Dad I love you.... How can we forget that people are meant to be loved and things are meant to be used. What a tragedy it is that people are being used and things are being loved.

the heart must go on .............

Remember that song... my heart is beating/ keeps on repeating/I'm waiting for you...... The truth is that like time and tide the beating of a heart waits for none..... and the heart beats for us alone....there is no romance but sheer mechanics that keeps the heart going on mysteriously and miraculously every moment without forgetting, without lazing.... This, my friends, is an email forward which came to me a couple of days from a friend. I found it so relevant that I decided to post it for all of you here. FEMALE HEART ATTACKS -- THIS IS CRUCIAL, LIFE-SAVING INFORMATION FOR EVERY WOMAN. If you've read this before, please be sure to pass on to your wives/female friends. If not, please take a minute. If could save your life or someone else's. She said she didn't feel well and had a back ache and was going to lay down on the bed with the heating pad. A while later her husband went to check on her and she was not breathing. They were not able to revive her. This is somet...