While my guitar gently weeps

If you are thinking there is gonna be any correlation between the title and what I am gonna write after this then I am sorry there aint any. Firstly I dont know what I am gonna write next, may be related to Jim Morrison - Kurt Cobain thoughts or Richard Branson's adventure or whatever. I dont have any idea.

People wait for something to happen, I am also waiting,
Cool things in the past, I am gonna have blast,
I give myself away in exchange of damn,
Face in my hands, concealing my pain,
Scribblings of past and I am having laugh,
I wish I was born in 70s with Beatles, Morrison and cannabis,
I am rolling, rolling like a stone down the slope,
Blues of roadhouse in the voice of Jim Morrison, pom pom chom pom pom, alright,
Following the end till the end but I never able to get to the end,
I am trying to put my foot in California, while I am listening to going to california,
My guitar is weeping gently and so am I

Coffee Cup

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full.

They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.

They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.

The students responded with a unanimous yes.

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed. Now, said the professor, as the laughter subsided, I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.

The sand is everything else the small stuff.

If you put the sand into the jar first, he continued, there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that arecritical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18 holes.

There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled. I'm glad you asked, he said. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there is always room for a cup of coffee with a friend.

Nobody's fault but mine

Sometimes I wonder about the time which has already passed,
Sinful pleasure and hollow act,
Crazy thoughts and cryptic writings,
Disappointing chases and unexpected gains,
Unfair judgements and hopeless adjustments,
Pitiful advice and discard them outright,
Crappy principles and acceptance without question,
Bunch of sick rules and if you follow them then you are fool
Everyone is afriad but they keep on making mistakes,
Life is a perception if not then you are in deception,
Encumbered by other individuals and outer being,
Bits and pieces from others to make up your own,
Endless journey with unknown people through creepy places
Never stopping time it makes your hair go white and turn you blind

Strange Days

Sometimes days are strange, you get up in the morning rather afternoon, think of what am I gonna do today. Loads of things pop up in your mind but then you are too lazy to move your feet or even your finger to do anything and you again fall into the bed, dream and then sleep. While sometimes you have a bad dream wake up and look back to the dreams "what the hell was that?" "Howz that possible even in dreams?". We are afraid of losing what we possess. Sometimes we are too busy, we dont even know or try to think on what we are doing, is it worthwhile or not? but we just keep on doing it. Days are busy, day are hard, days are cool, days are hot, days are leisure, days are blank. Here were some abstract thoughts. Thoughts can be strange so can be the days.