tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709419220079226452024-02-20T15:07:21.722-08:00Ray-The WandererWalking the road less traveled, finding my way back home...my final destination into nothingness.Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-2264076197615955592015-11-07T07:33:00.002-08:002015-11-07T07:33:29.484-08:00E.U.P.H.O.R.I.A<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I want us to sit together in a field of dry grass in a comfortable in awkward silence, focusing on pure emotion and intoxicating sensuality. I'd like for us to stand back in the dark, in dark garments, blending in with the night, Invisible. Watching strangers when they think that no one is watching. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Every so often I will become infatuated with someone. I am not sure if that is the word I am looking for. The object/s of my infatuation can be anyone from characters in books to people on-line who I have never met face to face before; people who I never (or rarely) see in physical form, just through the beauty of their words and energy. Their gender is irrelevant to me. There are very few things that can compare to that euphoric enchantment of discovering someone or something that I can admire</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I want to wash your hair with strawberry scented shampoo and watch it wind dry on a cool, breezy day under white sky; petting each others soft hair and looking into each others eyes. I want to walk hand in hand under the starlit night, whispering sweet nothing. Melancholia, joy,euphoria all combined. The sadness we've felt, the loneliness, cruelty & and the sense of separateness that has been a part of our experiences is no longer forced to the back of our minds. The aesthetics of it romanticize it for us so it is more acceptable and rather than it being a burden it is an art form.And it is something that attracts me to you: Your ability to make those type of emotions have an enchanting, peaceful almost euphoric feeling attached to them. It makes life very joyful. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Who would have thought that what's considered the 'darker' emotions could make a person feel such bliss? </span><br />
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Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-77089316489377991842015-02-04T10:48:00.003-08:002015-06-22T08:52:09.409-07:00Her Last sleepIt came to me like a black dreadful night<br />
and took you away from me into some unknown wilderness.<br />
Just then the dance of the dawn was about to begin<br />
Now I am alone, wandering in desolate wilderness.<br />
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How frail were our vows, taken by us together<br />
holding hands in our adolescent faith<br />
and promising ourself eternal togetherness<br />
In life<br />
In death!!!<br />
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That moment the way you looked at me<br />
I somehow knew there was 'farewell in you'r eyes'<br />
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I had silently touched your forehead<br />
removed softly,the wayward, obstinate strands of hair falling on you'r face as usual<br />
and had pulled myself aside<br />
with a silent cry inside.<br />
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I knew those were the last moments<br />
of you'r valiant struggle.<br />
I also knew having fought to the last<br />
wounded ,your weapons had parted company.<br />
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I was helpless on all account<br />
I could'nt sahrpen your weapons<br />
or give you new ones<br />
For your fight is with death!!!<br />
I watched silently your going away.<br />
Frozen in my total helplessness<br />
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NO YOU ARE NOT AT FAULT<br />
IT IS I WHO BEAR THE SIN OF BETRAYAL<br />
FOR I AM STILL ALIVE<br />
EVEN WHEN YOU ARE GONE.Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-26301285591065736642015-02-04T09:08:00.002-08:002015-02-04T09:08:32.170-08:00This is it<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is it. Everytime I exclaimed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My heart is lost at the wild goose chase.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To search the image in reflection is like</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To chase the reflection in the object.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pointless.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tossed and turned </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mauled and hauled</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mocked and shocked</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh! This wicked hope of mine.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is it.....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My core echoes....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Is it so? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">( echoes of fading laughter in the background)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-69028591312869052912015-02-04T09:01:00.000-08:002015-06-22T08:56:44.423-07:00Two worlds <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I live in two worlds at once</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Two distinct spheres, aligned forever</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Like the heart and the mind.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Just a feet or universe apart</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In one, life is everything </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And death, nothing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In the other,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Life is nothing </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In death, emerges everything. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Oscillating between activity and stillness</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How to I transcend this illness.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Into active stillness.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-44330892971431374522014-02-11T09:04:00.000-08:002014-02-11T09:04:12.283-08:00I and IHere you are<br />
You are, I know<br />
And................<br />
Here I am<br />
Who you know very well<br />
Again we dwell in form together<br />
And.................<br />
I am beginning to remember<br />
That................<br />
You and I not two seperate entities.<br />
We have been together,<br />
Since the beginning of time.<br />
In the known<br />
In the unknown<br />
In the manifest <br />
In the un-manifest<br />
You and I dance forever <br />
In love, the spiral star dance<br />
of Shiva and Shakthi.Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-76685542430113824972013-10-27T10:37:00.004-07:002013-10-27T10:37:52.902-07:00A wave on the oceanA wave on the ocean<br />
Has a beginning and an end<br />
A birth & a death<br />
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But the wave is empty, full of water<br />
and empty of a separate self.<br />
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As a wave, from wind and water<br />
I saw my birth , my death<br />
fear filled my heart<br />
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Then in the stillness<br />
I saw myself as the water<br />
the waves are born and gone<br />
The the water is free from death.Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-78629627143174596122013-10-27T10:34:00.000-07:002015-11-05T10:19:48.995-08:00Princess - Part 2She has entered my life<br />
In the land of Mountains<br />
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But before you entered my life<br />
I have been in you<br />
You, in me.<br />
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There has not been a moment<br />
When we are not Inter-been<br />
Therefore you know.........<br />
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As long as you continue to breathe<br />
I continue to be in you Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-31242956158002073592013-10-27T10:29:00.002-07:002015-11-05T10:20:20.217-08:00Pendulum<div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Look up expectantly at the sky But the dust cloud deceive me</span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">My eyes are bitten by the sodium light. Welcome to the chaotic civilization !</span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Remember the old prophecy...</span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Roads are made to be traveled, I am here to fulfill it </span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">And I lick the Earth..</span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">My life like traffic , meticulously unplanned</span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I move up and down to fight the void</span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">ends to a mean, means to an end </span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">oscillatory life style </span></h4>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">from dark to light and light to dark</span></h4>
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Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-84598855175377830122013-10-27T10:25:00.001-07:002014-11-27T03:59:28.480-08:00S.I.L.E.N.C.E<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My mode of worship is silence</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Its the language of the heart.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nothing to say </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Nothing to be heard </span><br />
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There are many languages,<br />
Only one - S.I.L.E.N.C.E.<br />
The only one worth listening to<br />
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"Things that are real are given and received in silence"<br />
I abide in silence<br />
Aware & and still<br />
I move in reflection<br />
Crystal clear<br />
Share through writing<br />
heart to heart<br />
I dwell in the Heart<br />
As L.O.V.E , Ever unifying .<br />
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<br />Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-55797456121388801432013-10-27T10:15:00.002-07:002013-10-27T14:24:23.365-07:00Life- An Experiment !!!This life is an experiment, to break away from the compulsions in me,to act out of awareness than herd conformity to the current ways of life. To go against mother natures trick of wanting to reproduce and duplicate.<br />
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I seek completion in my self , in silence, reflecting and in utter stillness.<br />
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I owe this to myself.Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-81159513833671889452012-06-24T11:47:00.003-07:002012-06-24T11:47:53.998-07:00IiIanOh what a trick, what an endless game
This game of life and death
Of day and night
Of love and hate
And good and bad
Set to in eternal motion
wandering ceaselessly in the maze no 5
Complicated by senses 5
in this in5nite moment
Let me me do all that i want to
Then i will be still
As stillness can be.
And silence my dear is a sure sign of death.Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-47711904467067936762012-01-03T11:22:00.000-08:002012-01-03T11:24:21.977-08:00IF♥ .... What else matters.. She's not perfect! Youaren't either and the two of you may never beperfect together, but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice and admit to being human and make mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you... can. She may not thinking about you every second of the day but she will give you, a part of her that knows you can break her heart, so don't hurt her, don't change her , don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad and miss her when she's not there .... ♥Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-37529162022294067982011-07-19T12:32:00.000-07:002011-07-19T12:34:44.378-07:00Endless thoughtsSometimes I with I, lived alone<br />and no one came by<br />It would be nice to breathe alone<br />All thoughts in solitude<br />and then it seems<br />being alone<br />Is like being in a crowdRay Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-60309572919314379182011-07-19T12:26:00.000-07:002011-07-19T12:31:57.447-07:00An Ode to Life's MelodramaAn ODE to Relative Sadness*****<br />"Einstein's eyes were filled with tear when he heard about Hiroshima, Mr.Tamihi had no eyes left to show his grief.<br /><br />An ODE to Madness*****<br />I love you like a man loves an old wound picked up in a razor fight on a street nobody remembers, look at him even in the dark he touches it gently<br /><br />An ODE to Comedy*****<br />There was an old man with a bear who said "Its just as I feared!" Two owls & a hen four larks & a wren have all build their nest in my beard<br /><br />An ODE to Irony*****<br />Away from you I feel a great emptinessa gnawing lonliness,with you I get that reassuring feeling of wanting to escape.<br /><br />An ODE to Skeletonial poem*****<br />Someone can gaze & not be sick but I could never learn the trick there is this to say for blood & breath,they give a man a taste for death.<br /><br />An ODE to Reality*****<br />I've got to give it up books, cheks, letters, file, cabinet, apartment, pillows, bodies & skin, even the ache in my teeth.Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-77637341985279345082011-06-22T12:29:00.000-07:002011-07-07T07:39:35.497-07:00T.R.A.N.Q.U.I.L.I.T.YStillness of the dawn<br />The glide of a swan<br /><br />Thin mist on a lake<br />Lone drifting snow flake<br /><br />Wagging tail<br />Slow Moving snail<br /><br />Snow-white milk<br />Rich flowing silk<br /><br />Orchids in bloom<br />Stillness of the tomb<br /><br />The clear blue sky<br />A gently closed eye<br /><br />Peace in Mother Teresa’s face<br />Solace from faith in Almighty’s grace<br /><br />Snow covered peak<br />Sleep, restful and deep<br /><br />Frozen candle flame<br />Mona Lisa in the frame<br /><br />Cooing of the doves<br />Cumulus clouds<br /><br />Freedom from stress<br />White wedding dress<br /><br />Blooming red rose<br />Monotonous prose<br /><br />A slow flowing brook<br />The forgiving look<br /><br />Absolute calm<br />Natures soothing balm<br /><br />Moonbeam dancing on a forest floor<br />Promise of paradise ever moreRay Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-13353214386013015052011-06-22T12:21:00.001-07:002011-07-07T07:57:54.956-07:00Paradoxx!In order to contract a thing, one should surely expand it first.<br />In order to weaken, one will surely strengthen first.<br />In order to overthrow, one will surely exalt first.<br />"In order to take, one will surely give first."<br />This is called subtle wisdom.<br /><br />Be bent, and you will remain straight.<br />Be vacant, and you will remain full.<br />Be worn, and you will remain new.Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-69116184446527442612011-06-22T12:15:00.000-07:002011-06-22T12:16:02.561-07:00Little about my History Teacher“Her eyes were the color of coffee gone cold...<br />...You could see the melancholy even when she smiled.”Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-19953624736671690522011-06-22T12:02:00.000-07:002011-07-07T08:56:16.802-07:00THE THINGS I LOVE:Oil rainbows on the road<br />Cool wind on my hair<br />Long drives<br />Long winding roads<br />Razor sharp Sierras<br />The feeling after a good work out<br />Laughing till my sides hurt<br />A good Repartee<br />Fountain Pens<br />Handwriting on unlined paper<br />Good songs getting stuck in my head<br />Little kids<br />Buddhist Chants<br />Hand written Mails<br />Poetry<br />Full/Crescent Moon<br />Paradoxes<br />Sunrise n sunset<br />The twilight zone<br />Hearing things said under one's breath that no one's supposed to hear<br />Golden retrievers<br />Pictures in black and white<br />Victorian Architecture<br />Greater Silence<br />Understanding<br />The knowing smile<br />Vast Deserts<br />Company of Good books<br />Vintage wines<br />Smiling at strangers<br />Smiling Strangers<br />Family<br />Pets<br />Hugs<br />Cuddling<br />Dropping hints<br />Getting dropped hints<br />Shades of NatureRay Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-89624786494688238752011-06-22T12:00:00.000-07:002011-06-22T12:01:39.265-07:00Common Denominator?What is common in the following words?<br /><br />Intuition<br />Inspiration<br />Intelligence<br />Innate<br />Instinct<br />Insight<br />InnerRay Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-62078202802324523052011-05-05T08:17:00.000-07:002014-11-27T04:00:50.290-08:00My ArrowI am afraid ;<br />
my tears will give me away.<br />
and my untold secret will be known all over the world.<br />
They say the stone turns to Ruby with patience<br />
It sure does,<br />
But not before my heart bleeds.<br />
To become one with that ultimate beloved,<br />
many heads turn into dust...<br />
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I have send my arrows of prayer from every possible corner.<br />
May one of them reach the target of LOVERay Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-52398580117232055242011-04-26T08:24:00.000-07:002011-04-26T08:39:42.637-07:00Kodai tripI have been avoiding a trip to Kodai for so many reasons, eventhough its part of me. Ganesh Souroush landed in India four day pit-stop to Thailand with a unique goal to meet the "Gypys lord"- Billy , reasons...not revealed.<br /><br />All I can remember is rain..walked through overflowing roads to catch an auto, running through endless buslines in the dirty bustand water...NO buses to Kodai....courtesy: Festival & school holidays. After running aroun like a big wet rat..finally found a bus to Hosur at 1.00, then Hosur to Salm, Salem to Vettlakund, Vettalakund to Kodai, Kodai to Vettai... 1 auto, 4 local buses, 1 taxi ...1way.<br />Got drenched the next day on the way to Billys house, Entered the silent world of Billy with amazement, 26 years in India , we played with fire, sent C, wrote ideas, simplified life..brought his sign in metal & also got wet.<br /><br />That night with fire & two brothers ...pure magic.<br /><br />Birth of a new resolve!!!<br /><br />On the way back the sky was like the december christmas sky ..clear & baby blue, As two souls landed in Kodai another two left to Coimbatore..<br />Kodai -Palani..<br />Palani...-Coimbatore<br />Coimbatore-Isha<br />Isha-Mysore<br />Mysore to Namma Bengalouru<br /><br />AS time passes, brother bids farewell to the Land of Karma -Bangkok<br />And I am stuck up with four presentations & an doorway to future possibilites....<br />Also waiting for Musafir AliRay Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-22676036401873043572011-04-11T12:41:00.000-07:002011-04-11T12:48:27.602-07:00Twilight musingAs the day turns into night....as creatures sleep & wake up, for some the day is over , for some it just began, for some the life is over.<br /><br />The humbling thought hits me again...One day I will have to leave & I want to leave in complete choice, consciousness & awareness. For that I need to prepare.....<br /><br />Peace, love or call it a feeling of ease enters my being, I am aware of the antics of the mind & at the same time I have started to hear the cry of the being...to be free in a way that a thinking mind can never imagine.....<br /><br />To be free of attributes, to be free of form , to be free of all accumulation.................JUST TO BE.Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-4979348314735276172011-03-31T12:29:00.000-07:002011-03-31T12:36:04.600-07:00Time is nowToo many bugs in the system. The software needs to be written again. It needs to be done with care and details. To correct the patterns & peptides. The time is now & here. The day begins with the sunrise Ends with the sunset. In beetween to do the things that need to be done With and without a purpose.Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-10120624492079696212010-07-11T06:12:00.000-07:002010-07-11T06:27:09.277-07:00Reflections in truth."The world will never be purer than I am,<br />The world could never be impure than I am,<br />For the world exists in me, through me.<br /><br />Like a mirror relfecting the object,<br />In truth, this world is just a reflection of me.<br /><br />The clarity depends on the mirror<br />Never once of the things. (object)<br /><br />I perceive the world, the world never perceives me.<br />I feel the pain & pleasure, the tears & joys<br /><br />This I learn in silence & grace.<br />If I change this little"me"<br />The whole "world" will change with me<br />For still, its "I" who feels the life.<br /><br />and the life runs through me.......... "Ray Wandererhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17602396513737566547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370941922007922645.post-35971841219249946142009-02-26T10:48:00.000-08:002015-02-04T11:03:27.939-08:00Princess<div class="MsoNormal">
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<b><span lang="EN"><br />I ask...why my love is not with me?<br />why do I sit alone?<br />I look around to see-<br />The world dancing in pairs</span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="EN">The universe replied through me.</span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="EN">Oh ! wayward wanderer, oh ! wanderlust<br />you, who have shown no commitment<br />for simple, little things<br />How do i present you wih lady love?<br />Commitment for lifetime, it takes</span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="EN"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235674448_0">Silence</span> cuts me into pieces</span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="EN">Mirroring the reflections of the past<br />I sit silently, in stillness still.</span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="EN">Looking at the long road ahead of me</span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="EN">Thousand mile journey starts with a single step<br />Promise to take a step at a time!</span></b><br />
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