My Playlist

I have 186 songs on my phone...only 9 on my playlist...and I haven't heard the other 177 in 2 months now...waste of a lotta storage space I'd say!
Well, each one of those songs, has some very special memories linked to them...here are the 9-
1. Nothing Else Matters (The lyrics are just hauntingly true! The tune, simply immortal!)
2. The Reason (Always reminds me of what a moron I am and how much of whatever I have had, is credited to all those wonderful people that love me and keep forgiving me for all my goof-ups.)
3. Goodbye My Lover (Every word seems to have been written for me.)
4. Lips of an Angel (Was sitting with a lot of my family one night, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. when she called...incidentally, I had heard the song just moments ago on my brothers playlist! Life's just ironic sometimes eh?)
5. I Wanna Be A Rockstar (Like who doesn't? They've put everything just perfectly in that song!)
6. Kuch Is Tarah (Someone did really take away a lotta pain with those words...still does!)
7. Sound the Bugle (Incredibly inspiring when you're feeling low!)
8. Road Trippin' (I'd love to do that someday...it's like the once in a lifetime experience...leaves me with some unfulfilled dreams to look forward to!)
9. Iris (I really would give up forever...bah hambug...but I don't have forever do I? Darned mortality!)

I put this here so years later, I can come back, read and recall all those wonderful memories I've left behind!
Btw, I enjoy nothing more than putting words to a tune. I wish I was a little more musically endowed. Would've loved to write songs! Ah well, I guess I'm left with trying to put words to someone else's tunes. I write most of my poems listening to these 9 songs. Most of them, follow the tune that's playing in my ears at the time...something you didn't know for you there!

Of Greatness in Men...

"Bikram Wisodm : Men are great whence they have risen but rise they shan’t lest they have fallen…"

It’s true. Look through the pages of history and you will find that all who have risen have risen after falling. Perhaps what binds these men and women is the common chord of the hardships they have faced. It may be a slightly pitiful line of thought but I truly believe that the reason they conquered and achieved what they could not only for themselves but for all the others that have benefitted was because of these turbulent times. The pain and the turbulence go a long way in teaching lessons in life that cannot be taught and must be learnt the hard way, helping them understand themselves in ways they never guessed they could, helping them reach depths of emotion that unlock the far reaches of their mind that they did not know existed. It’s true when they say you don’t know what you’ve got until you’ve lost it. I do believe that you gain more by losing than you could’ve hoped to have if you’d always had it. One of those ironies of life.

Take me for example…if it hadn’t been for my loss, I probably would never have been the poet that I have become. To write a poem, I have come to understand that I must feel very strongly about the subject at hand and be in touch with myself in ways that others cannot be. It just gives you another perspective that cannot be found otherwise. Unfortunately for me, it seems I have gotten so deeply involved with myself that I can’t seem to write anything but a rhyme. As a matter of fact, even as I was writing this, I felt I might have been able to put across my thoughts better if I had written a poem instead…