tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20007559661624999782012-02-16T01:37:42.794-08:00On a quest, seeking Utopia .. Just wondering if the journey ever ends ..Arun Kaushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528650188226353655noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000755966162499978.post-89730369563553870982009-09-09T23:10:00.000-07:002009-09-11T00:40:47.229-07:00When do we learn to draw the lines ?<br />When do we know what we are doing is worthwhile ?<br />What do we do when the time finally arrives ?<br />Would you be sure you've reached that enough and can't take it anymore ?<br />And does an ill feeling always accompany the feeling of being sure ?<br />Have you reached the tipping point ?<br /><br />Have you reached the end ?<br />Do you have to start over ?<br />Are you running in circles ?<br />Do you at least belong to the correct circle ?<br />How long before you come back to the start ?<br />How long before you reach the tipping point ?<br /><br />What did time have to do with this ?<br />How did it get you here ?<br />When could you have taken a different turn ?<br />Did you even have a choice then ?<br />Do you have a choice now ?<br />Is it because you reached the tipping point ?<br /><br />What is exactly is the tipping point ?<br />What are you doing at a tipping point ?<br />What made you wait for so long to get here?<br />Is it because you did not want to get here at all ?<br />Is it because it had to do with something you like ?<br />Familiarity breeds contempt, haven't you heard ?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000755966162499978-8973036956355387098?l=searchingforutopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arun Kaushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528650188226353655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000755966162499978.post-67883589891484396202009-07-29T06:15:00.001-07:002009-08-28T03:29:41.739-07:00People laughed,<br />People sighed,<br />But when she drowned,<br />Annie didn't make a sound ..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000755966162499978-6788358989148439620?l=searchingforutopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arun Kaushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528650188226353655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000755966162499978.post-31147543692694914522009-07-24T08:30:00.001-07:002009-12-16T02:55:32.529-08:00Venus in transit,<br />Are you there yet ?<br /><br />I see you in the morning,<br />I see you in the evening,<br />I think about you in between ..<br />You spend the day and night in my head ..<br /><br />Can I be one of your moon, <br />So I don't have to think about you anymore ?<br />Can I be your only moon, <br />So I don't have to worry about not seeing you the next moment ?<br /><br />I stopped looking for love,<br />Knowing you'd find me some day ..<br />You know I'll wait for you,<br />Like an unturned stone ..<br />I never lost hope,<br />I hope you never lose your way ..<br />Find me and give me peace,<br />Just like the last time you did ..<br /><br />You filled me with eternal peace,<br />Made me oblivious to myself ..<br />Made me feel like a Greek god,<br />You felt like my Aphrodite ..<br /><br />You filled me with sweet numbness,<br />I didn't have another care in the world ..<br />I could have gone from there to eternity,<br />Or I could have gone into oblivion ..<br /><br />Men are known to be greedy,<br />I'm just one of them ..<br />I can't get enough of the sight,<br />Of your graceful movements ..<br />I still long to hear your beautiful voice,<br />And look into those deep eyes ..<br />Trying hard to make you smile,<br />Each time harder than I've ever tried,<br />Just to see you smile,<br />Just for that one beautiful moment ..<br /><br />The time came for you to leave,<br />And you didn't seem to care ..<br />You stole my heart,<br />With you trapped inside of it ..<br /><br />Venus in transit,<br />You're so celestial ..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000755966162499978-3114754369269491452?l=searchingforutopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arun Kaushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528650188226353655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000755966162499978.post-87512486083242379902009-07-08T06:57:00.000-07:002009-07-08T07:48:29.785-07:00Come Sunday, <br />Maybe i'll think about you ..<br />Just like any other day, <br />Maybe i'll write a song for you ..<br /><br />The Sunday goes by the way I want it to be,<br />Like the plants that grow & the seeds that go after you sow,<br />Just like other things that come and go,<br />Just like the song, just like me ..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000755966162499978-8751248608324237990?l=searchingforutopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arun Kaushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528650188226353655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000755966162499978.post-19705825565306503422009-06-10T02:27:00.000-07:002009-08-28T04:03:52.689-07:00I was looking for a taxi,<br />I saw an empty one ..<br />A fat guy seemed to own it ..<br />I was supposed to go somewhere (?!) ..<br />I get into the taxi ..<br />We go in a direction i'm not supposed to be heading ..<br />I argue with the driver ..<br />He refuses to stop ..<br />I get out ..<br />I see a weapon in his hands ..<br />I run ..<br />A very vague recollection of me escaping more than once ..<br />I wake up in a shabby room ..<br />It's not mine ..<br />I see my belongings ..<br />I hear noises ..<br />Someone knocks the door ..<br />A man enters the door ..<br />I don't know him ..<br />Who is it ?<br />A stranger ?<br />He tells me something ..<br />Goes through my stuff ..<br />I think I have something I'm not supposed to have ..<br />He tells me that ..<br />I ask what it is ..<br />More noises ..<br />Two more people enter ..<br />I can recognize a silhouette ..<br />Someone I know ..<br />Very well ..<br />A friend ?<br />Who is it ?<br />I can't see the other one's face ..<br />Something obstructing my view ..<br />I can see his legs ..<br />I can see his stance ..<br />I can almost hear his voice ..<br />I seem to know him ..<br />Who is it ?<br />And why did I wake up ?<br />Sweating ?<br />Betrayal ?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000755966162499978-1970582556530650342?l=searchingforutopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arun Kaushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528650188226353655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000755966162499978.post-22738727853287084262009-06-10T01:08:00.000-07:002009-09-02T00:46:01.613-07:00And I dreamed the dream again ..<br />That dream's always the same,<br />Flowing like a stream without a name ..<br />I always knows how it ends,<br />But can never stop the shivers it sends ..<br /><br />And I had to turn silent again ..<br />For something I haven't said,<br /><br />And I felt alone again ..<br />Like a natural born loner ..<br /><br />And I felt like dying again ..<br />I wonder when he would strike ..<br /><br />Having to dream nightmares,<br />Having to turn silent,<br />I have felt the cold ..<br />Having being born alone,<br />Having Death at a teasing distance,<br />I have become cold ..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000755966162499978-2273872785328708426?l=searchingforutopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arun Kaushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528650188226353655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000755966162499978.post-70999406481924630072009-06-05T01:25:00.001-07:002009-06-08T05:18:42.330-07:00I thought about you and wrote those words,<br />All the time being as honest as I could ..<br />Sealing the envelope with a kiss,<br />And all I wanted from you was an answer ..<br /><br />Remembering the time when we were free as birds,<br />Promising ourselves it'll all turn out good ..<br />And all the time we used to be in bliss,<br />When we used to think love was like a bright color ..<br /><br />Since, don't you think we've moved backwards ?<br />And away from each other like pieces of driftwood ?<br />Even distant, you'll forever be my princess,<br />You're the keeper of my heart, you're my jailer ..<br /><br />I now spend my time playing billiards,<br />and I wrote to you not because I was bored,<br />Hope this as a random act you won't dismiss,<br />And tell me something that'll make me feel better ..<br /><br />All day I've been looking eastwards,<br />Waiting for the mailman, hoping he would ..<br />But all I've come across are snakes' hiss,<br />And my life has been getting bleaker ..<br /><br />I thought maybe I was penning some crosswords,<br />And those were things you never understood ..<br />And I thought I was destined for the abyss,<br />But little did I know you never got the letter ..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000755966162499978-7099940648192463007?l=searchingforutopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arun Kaushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528650188226353655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000755966162499978.post-54464695272525633622009-05-26T08:22:00.000-07:002009-07-31T04:00:35.635-07:00Shining stars in the sky,<br />Like a million different fireflies,<br />Living in company of the beautiful moon,<br />Can you grant me a boon ?<br /><br />On our lives you spy,<br />And our fates you decide,<br />Take a look at me in July,<br />And in my life, turn the tide ..<br /><br />Oh, shining starts in the bright night sky,<br />Help me get to a place where I can be free as a butterfly ..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000755966162499978-5446469527252563362?l=searchingforutopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arun Kaushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528650188226353655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000755966162499978.post-70705614814687176282009-05-26T08:20:00.001-07:002009-05-26T08:20:59.640-07:00Remember me for what I am,<br />And not for what you've heard ..<br />Your doubts you should slam,<br />Because the words were censored ..<br /><br />Remember me for what I've done,<br />They weren't only for my gain ..<br />Do not dismiss them as fiction,<br />For I can do them again ..<br /><br />Remember me as I was back then,<br />Those would be your best memories of me ..<br />It's not when I was ten,<br />But it was when I was me ..<br /><br />Remember me not at all,<br />For the grief that I've caused ..<br />My deeds I can recall,<br />My life seems to have paused ..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000755966162499978-7070561481468717628?l=searchingforutopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arun Kaushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528650188226353655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000755966162499978.post-52872076198099440402009-05-07T01:37:00.000-07:002009-05-07T04:22:36.600-07:00Kill the fish in the waters saline,<br />Kill the beasts in the forests green,<br />Like a discarded piece of art,<br />The world is just falling apart ..<br /><br />Their simple wish is not to starve,<br />But weapons they learn to carve,<br />They now live on the death chart,<br />These people are falling apart ..<br /><br />A wrong move in your life,<br />Is like a butcher with a knife,<br />The first is always the heart,<br />You've only started falling apart ..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000755966162499978-5287207619809944040?l=searchingforutopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arun Kaushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528650188226353655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2000755966162499978.post-65069185935717283042009-01-28T01:20:00.001-08:002009-01-28T01:36:36.233-08:00I don't know where to start,<br />I don't know with what I'll part ..<br />But I will look for it until it's found,<br />Even if I have to feel my way around ..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2000755966162499978-6506918593571728304?l=searchingforutopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Arun Kaushalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528650188226353655noreply@blogger.com0