More than Anything !

Whatever the world says 'infinity' for all the ones beyond infinity,
Only he who makes a step...a leap breaching the line of in-finite, knows;
there's somethin' that's even more... a much more than THAT !

#tag - infinity_breached

 

 

- Thoughts120 ;)

RENAISSANCE

Saturday evening, explosions up in the sky

Wanted to be there; singing as a mayfly

Give a fightin’ spirit to seek the strength to strive hard for the light

Deep inside somethin’ that crafts to stand out the crowd, that echoes the egos so loud,

“Give me back, my time, give me back the verve… give me back,

the Pride; the gist of just;

Give me some more; a much more of me…”

Shadows retreating, is it the end of the night?

For the awakening..., an allege seaming the dawn of knights

Nothing has brightened, is this a futile light, a hope for the spirit?

And it’s the egos make out, paving the mode for an insane instinct to cry,

“Give me back, my time, give me back the verve… give me back,

the Pride; the gist of just;

Give me some more; a much more of me…“

I was there at that break, as an alibi, right in the heart of the dark;

desperation tryin' to shoot me to Seyfert

And you were there at the door waitin’ to rescue from

apparition of the gloom; under the hood,

and the words,

”No more a viewer then; get some air and wash-down a while;

It’s not futile; a lit hittin’ in your heart; force is there

Even blaze in a stick glows 120 million iotas

Feel no down; stiffen up; while you can, fight

‘ll be bright out there some other day and for today, seed the way

To walk out there and make a smile;

Now, bake a psalm; raise the palm; signal the ‘V’ – it’s yours, and will be…”

fixed the psychic that was crawling inside and here I go;

head’s up underneath the warmth of the Sun as it’s a star;

so do I; till I believe; and my voices go out, to mock the past of me,

“Give me back, my time, give me back the verve… give me back,

the Pride; the gist of just;

Give me some more; a much more of me…“

                                                              - Thoughts120 ( :P )

A Not But Me !

Hear me… Heed to what I say!

There’s something I need to say…

Savvy! I have something to ask …

Respond from your heart!

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What do you value the most in yours?

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In your life… In your journey… In your breath…?

What do you consider as a light-house that leads you to something?

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As a trail… As a way… As a trace…?

What do you mean by a ‘goal’ from you?

From deep inside you… From your instinct… From your soul…?

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What’s that, that makes you crazy? What’s that, that makes you go beyond you?

What’s that, that bequeaths energy in your faint? Ha !

Lil’ intriguing…? Got an answer?

Too quick to decide… Too weird to think of;

Too much of emotions to reveal… Too much of expressions to give…

Too much of ‘muchness’… Lil’ of paradox;

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I’m getin’ started and I’m on; here I’m presenting you

Two sets of beings; common an’ uncommon

Whilst the commons remain unharmed; casted off; unnoticed;

it’s the uncommons – get harmed; getting the spotlight,

Acting diabolical or teachin’ you a dialog sense;

Living angelic or backing an enigma;

Creating somethin’ special or destroying that exits;

Their actions; their thoughts…

What they deserve is what they fight for

Right or Left… It’s their way … Their own way of doing things…

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At the end of the day, nothing matters much, other than ‘The Glory’

Nothing can appease their passion’s hunger

Nothing can be a more powerful weapon than their Idea

It’s by pride they walk; it’s by their rage, they feed; it’s by their idea, they live… => their Code

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It’s by their code, they survive…!

But when Karma turns around and bites you, the uncommons;

Everything you strived for turns down; despite you put everything in you

What happens when, what you did is not what you desired…?

Your valuable Idea is sent off to the trash;

You’ll be pushed down a bit and yet not fallen…

What happens when, you were let down by your all 120 thoughts?

The thing that drove you, the passion inside you gets submerged;

From elite to run-of-the-mill you become; will not be

Considered an uncommon anymore; the unique turns out to be a peculiar…

The normal life, stinks for you guys and …

As a flavour,

What happens when, what you think you left in The Sands of Time turns out to be the silt in coast?

Pride, the thing that still holds you, fades away and there is

nothing to say your identity; your deeds… your thoughts…;

and all the pain you endured goes in vain…

It’s the point where you break; it is this breaking point that droves you…,

harder than the instincts wish to ”Live”, that lasts for a speck of time

and it is that phase…

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You’ll feel the bluish-happiness in you… Before the real YOU revamps your instinct’s wish,

If it were your last episode, you take a final breath; make the corny smile and it’s when you feel…

“It wouldn’t bother me even if I fade away from existence just as your memories for me” ;)

for you’ve created…and destroyed your world… ;)

You’ll … So do I… - An uncommon   -  reaping memories J

-          => Yet another Thoughts120 ( Cheerio!! )

A SELFISH ME !

<Have a glance at this just for time pass. The lines were not meant to hurt anyone ;) >

There were times when I was avarice of words;
There were moments when I had scarcity of those
People say words are vandal of hearts – I don’t know
If it were true; there won’t be any tears around nor be any natives around
I ain’t a pig-head to condemn their opinion
Just an individual trying to find vindication in their conviction
Some said pen is companion and books, their pals
Eventhough they sound a little stroke rhythm,
My perspective, couldn’t agree with them 
I ain’t lambasting their views…  Just a picture I sketched in my mind
Some told books are of addictive kind; once you’re in there’s no out
Man! I just wanna be in… - but can’t; to learn
To connect words like cross-wire and to get inspired of them
As my thoughts come sporadic, I think of who wouldn’t want to become iconic
The authors, they had left behind a legacy to reckon with

Who wouldn’t want to leave behind, their kins, a bequest –
A virtue that stands as massive as a Snorelax  :P

Where was I?

Yeah, 

For those, pen-ing guys, go on to give a souvenir; become a legend
Still I can neither understand nor believe your best friend
But I bid you guys my best luck  ;)

And these lines were not networked to make any sense of connotation
This is just a voracious devouring of words for my vocabulary
And yes, in that aspect, I’m Selfish ;)

- Just another - Thoughts120  ;)

THE DOT !!

We grow...
We laugh out loud...
We make silly mistakes...
We do crazy things...
We dance, we sing...
We rejoice...
We wander, we amaze...
We hang out with friends...
We party...
We tease, we break rules, we get caught...
We love, we hate...

We do some sort of this and that...

And all these stuffs will not be the same after...

 "THE DOT"...

The Dot that ends our boyhood !
The Dot that decides our career !
The Dot that lies between us and our future !
The Dot that brings forth the memories !
The Dot that enlightens us with the fear of responsibility !

The Dot - within that, we are dependently free...
The Dot - after which, we are independently chained...

It is the one Final Dot we make at...

The end of the final word of our final exam... ;)

Thoughts120 ;)

என் வரிகள் ...

                                                     மனதோடு உறைந்த  பள்ளி உணர்வுகள்

        பருவ மாற்றங்கள் - தெளியாத சில 

மயக்கங்கள்; கடந்து வர சில தயக்கங்கள்

        பற்பல கனவுகள்; பலவித எண்ணங்கள்

படர்ந்த எமக்கு ...

நட்பின் நயத்தயும்; நன்நடத்தையின் விளைவையும் 

       காதலின் பங்கையும் கல்வியின் பயனையும் 

தொழிலோடு கற்றலை இணைக்கும் ஆற்றலையும் 

       அள்ளித்தந்த ஆலயமே ... !

எமது அறிவைத் தீட்டிய உமக்கு 

       நான் தீட்டிய வரிகள் இவை !!  ;)

- எண்ணங்கள்120 

[Thoughts120]

18+

Message:

[“Hey man! Stop there at the 5^th Avenue… Comin’ for you! Wait there, Till I reach the venue”]

Tring! Tring!

Baby! My Phone rings! Gotta stand up…

<Answering the call…>

“Dude, what’s up?”, said my Amigo,

“Comin’ to Casino?”

“Bingo! Will be there.”

Gotta go Hailey Baby…

Can’t go there often daily;

Gotta rumble to rock <wink> ;)

“Mumble? Won’t work!”

“Nah!! “

“Switch on the cartoon show

Don’t ever poke into that carton board

Hey! Buh-bye Haily sis…

(2 years to call her miss)

[On Road…]

Bang! Bang! Horns rip off my ears…

Damn man! First gonna zip up my pants…

Pursuing cycling…! Cling! Cling!

“Buddy, watch your way!”

Stood up right there, at the Casino Royale

I’m gonna wait right here for my lovely Shawty…!

There she comes…

My pretty young girl… My Love…

She’s a picture of million sunsets…!, a portrait of zillion doves…!

“Should I have told this yesterday?”

But this is today! That was yesterday!

Ripped away in the sand storms…!

Oh God! Time speaks much quicker than words do…!

Greeted her with a warm fuzzy feeling…

And had a glance at the rummy board

There he comes…

“Hey Dixie Pixie, got 500 grand?”

“Oopsy Daisy! Much better than that! “

Placed bet with anxiety…

Clumsy hands rolling the dice…

Alina singing on the diars, then

Strippers there and…

Silence… Where?

Awaiting the mixture of rap and pop…

Got the numbers one, six on the dice…

“Oh Blimey! Lost my money”

Homie, my Shawty lost her mind

Does a melee…

“No Baby!”, “Come out of melancholy!”…

Man! She’s really beginning to scare me…

Sarcasm surges when a band there,

Playing a hip-hop …

And man! Here comes cops popping out…

Out of no where..., they’re now here…

[One fires up]

“Big deal? Raise your hands up!”, ordered the orthodox

Me…? My instinct, “Cop! Got a new dialogue?

Like a stereotype, you stall everything!”

“You ain’t play a game but…

Plagued your name” he said

And pulls out a killer, bill to pay

And cursed us to go to hell…

“Can’t hear you! Pardon!”

“Lamers!”, he says and retreats…

And here I stand beside

My Lady Love…

“What just transpired, we gotta

Conspire…”

A pinky promise, as we leave out…

She says, “Buh-bye I’m leaving this town

Perhaps…forever! So baby don’t repress me…”

Embracing her for one last time and said,

“How could I?”

Till now I didn’t say my love…

Hesitation – hurts me a lot…

There she leaves with my heart and money…

I’m going home again…

[On my way]

“Oh Gosh! What a doll!”

[“Ha! Seems like the age-anxiety has caught me”]

“Sighting the town’s sweeties…”

Perhaps… these will vanish as vapours one day…

But this day, today…

I’m here now, I… I enjoy…

I’m enjoying this moment…

This minute…

This little part of my life, 

18 + => “BOYHOOD”

                                                                                             -   Thoughts120