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Falling raindrops beautifies every bit of Earth, 
Fills life with Joy
The mesmerized sound of falling rains dissolves sweetness in the soul
Everything comes to life…
Tip, Tip, Tip, Tip
The melody rejoices and harmonizes the nature,
Ah the falling raindrops
Tip, Tip, Tip, Tip
The natures Pearl Drop

But today the nature’s gift has turned into a disaster.......
People of Uttarakhand are the sufferer...........
It took not more than a while to turn a peaceful place into wild.............
Flood Water took away everything, every reason to survive.........
Shattered homes, devastated life....................
The life giving Mother Nature took away uncountable lives,
Disaster has now come to hold.........
But the pain of losing the livelihood and the loved one will never grow old.........
Yeah the time will heal all the scars...............
But can never bring back the one who have been left apart...............
The only thing that has been left behind is a HOPE, HOPE that they will come back, HOPE that they will be all right...............
Let’s pray together that those wet eyes would never lose the HOPE..........
Its time to unite together, rather than blaming the government and fight….........
Government had mostly been neutral and insensitive towards common people and their life..
So when we know that they are the hopeless lot, then why to discuss about them and waste our time…
Let’s stand together and salute the tremendous work done by our Defense personnel who did their best until and unless the last breath was saved..
Let’s not only mourn and convey our grief on the lives lost and disaster that happened…
But rather lend a helping hand to help the sufferers with the blend of wishes and lots of hopes...

I speak my mind.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

I bear you my soul.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

I believe that all beings and 

life forms are all the same, 

and different, 

at the same time, 

and that we are slowly losing 

our connection to this concept 

as a species, and it is destroying us.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

I believe there is a sanctity 

that lies within each individual,

every animal,

every life form.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

Don't like my

style of self-expression?

My authenticity?

My 'attitude'?

My disgust with closed-minded people?

My honesty?

My truth?

It's just plain too bad.

I love yours, and I hope 

one day we can meet halfway.

4:20 PM 6/28/2013

©

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zIW8qDPhos

.........

If this is all I can do,

Then I should take it to you,

As a clue for for me and you to follow,

Still unsure what to do with myself so hollow.

I'm so confused, I feel refused,

And accused of being the culprit.

I can't abuse, or suffuse,

This broken me I'm finding.

Coward? Idiot? I don't know.

Exactly what I am I can't discover,

And I'll never recover, or dissever,

My ties from this significant other.

I can't break this curse of stupidity,

This soul, bravery of fluidity,

Dripping away from me as moments broadcasting;

Never everlasting; my appearance contrasting.

Despite slight tolerance, severance has occurred,

And obscured my torn soul, my unclear architecture.

So despite the impression, give some digression,

And find reality's me, and my so clear recession.

I dedicate this writing, to the one called we,

Just so we can see, our reality we're facing,

Our confusion fast pacing; but together we can lace,

And trace our new future, if even new at all.

Maybe it'll be the same future it has always been,

Because what's yet to come may never be discovered,

So if thought about it right, all can be all right,

And we never will have to change, never recovered.

We can't rearrange our future, or rearrange us,

Only because of that force, that invisible source,

That we call our love, that admiration that floats above,

A disasterful, irreparable and regrettable course.

I dedicate this writing, to the one called we,

Because hopefully you'll see, the meaning behind me.

If you look close into my eyes, the meaning becomes true,

Because if you look close into my eyes, what is seen is you.

It's over now and the sun is out
And now there is a different view
Of what there was and what is left
From Mother Natures child, Andrew.

His birth was quite unwelcome
His screams heard through the night
To warn us all of what was to come
From his bark and from his bite.

As he moved his strength would push
The wind and rain to it's most
With total destruction in his heart
He trained his "Eye" upon the coast.

He was dead set in his mission
He knew exactly what he'd do
But we were only left to guess
What it'd be like he was through.

So we tried to prep ourselves
In the best ways that we can
Against a force of nature
That has no respect for man.

We boarded up the windows
And fled to higher ground
Knowing that when we returned
Maybe nothing would be found.

Just what things will Andrew take
If he fulfills our greatest fear?
Just the things we can replace
Or the loved ones we hold dear?

Well, his fury did take plenty
Both in property and lives
As he cut his way through cities
Like a million wheeled knives.

But even with all his power
There was a greater from above
That shined on all God's creatures
To protect them with his love.

For within his divine wisdom
He is the only one who knows
How to keep so many safe
From Andrew's angry blows.

Yes, Andrew paid his visit
And he did his nasty sin
But when he's gone forever
It's the people, their deeds
and God's love that will win.

Don't be afraid my little raven, do your best;
It's just the wind and thunder that shake our nest.

They scare the weak, you must be strong,
Remember, the disaster will last for long.

Do not be frightened by the western star,
That illuminates my sacred scars.
They are just the shadows of the past,
That tease the disaster's lust.

By the western wind the twigs are torn
My feathering seems to be by disaster shorn.

My time will come, you'll be alone,
But see, if you are strong,
You will not hear the thunderstorm,
Nor the wind blow its horn.

My child, You shall see them course,
You shall hear them whisper the name of yours.

Don't be afraid my little raven, do your best;
It's just the wind and thunder that shake our nest.

Disaster strikes with the coming day
bearing the weight of the world on her shoulders
trying not to blow her composure
i applaud you, master of disguise

how can i make your pain go away?
how can i make your sorrow fade away?
tell me what i can do to make you smile today
can i do anything at all?
tell me if i can

walking past, head low, won't talk to anyone
i know its hard to bear
it's not my problem you say
but it is all the same
i dont try to
but i feel your rain
i'm walking in your strom next to you.

so i can do anything
to make you smile today?
tell me if i can

2012!
2012!

marching in a battle with death
what will you do with your last breath
the sun will be reversing magnetic poles
this is out of even our control

but think about today and forget about tomorrow
or continue your life in agony and sorrow
the predictions are there and hard to ignore
religious fucking preaching really nothing more?

2012 the end all be all
mother natures wrath mankinds downfall
humanity approaching its final death throws
the earth laughs, its hatred for us grows 

Tightly wrapped in firm arms.

When in this presence, nothing is unreachable.
Ecstasy is present and a friendly welcomed emotion.

One touch sends chills down the spine.
Making this disaster more desirable.