GLUG GLUG your heart says something LISTEN!

Listen, my chums my readers, everyone, absolutely everybody!'

'Listen, I have some important information.'

'Do you know what your heart says every second or every micro second?'

It is giving you happiness its beating for you it loves you.

Sounds like a trip to narcissism so let be its not harmful all I am asking  you is for heaven sake be happy every second!

'C, mon you can't simply be sad.'

Do you know you are the most adorable person , special person on this planet because you are reading this post of a bright writer who wants so much changes so much goodness for you !

Yes GLUG GLUG GLUG you heart is beating fast it wants you to be happy every second its hopeful watchful hardworking every second it loves you!

Remember be happy every second let all the sadness vanish away from now.

You are the most brightest star
you are born of a star
remember we are all
the particles of a star rock
we are the star kids.

ha ha look at my starry poem !

Yes we are the kids of a gigantic star which exploded and gave rise to the planets and inside us is the particles of that star.

Our big Mama Papa Star which was the KING of all the Universes .

So you and we my friends we are from the star we are alive we can go anywhere so lets go!

Lets go where we want to go!

GLUG GLUG GLUG the star particle inside beats and beats for you to remind you of the great STAR we were once !

sudden view from a time machine

According to the great Scientist Mr.Stephen Hawking, logically we humans cannot travel back in time ,because it would kill the time machine or the time portal by radiation from the past sitting between length breadth and height and the third dimension time.

But I want to be positive here and want to believe we can at least watch what happened before us through a crystal ball or a television screen .

Imagine the view......"A lonely traveler dressed in white robes jumps off from a weary horse back ,and walks through the narrow path of stairs to meet the eyes he trusted so much."

We see "The huge yellow lamps burning furiously to show him the way up."


Then here "The cracked rock walls cry out the pain of its wars and loves ."

The Mourning Maids  signal dark hours to come.

There is no welcome but faces bowed down and tears flowing effortlessly in bright young faces.

And the weary traveler dusts off the crimson dirt from his robes before entering the huge chamber of the queen.

A princess lies in her bed with green lamps burning around it.

The maid is anointing balm on the princesses feet and one decorated the most prettiest and deep fragrant  Rajini Gandhas on the black clouds like hair.

"You have been late" cries the queen from the room adjacent .

"She waited a thousand nights to get a glimpse of you ."

"Oh my god!" cries the traveler with his beating heart and begs the princess to wake up .

But there she lay with no expression and the traveler kissed the cold eyes of the beauty.

What secrets lies back in time ?What was it like to be in past?Why did the traveler come back?What made him so late?

And the traveler walks back slowly through the steps carrying his sleeping princess in his arms and promises the queen that he will get the princesses health back.

The drums beat and the guards  close the giant gates and the black war horse gallops with the traveler and the princess .

I am hoping the princess recovers because I love sweet endings.

Take You to the Mauve HAVEN

Before reading a small prelude to this post.Why I thought songs can lift us to another realm of pure magic .

When I went scared and sat on my Grandfather's lap for escaping my child blues Grandfather (Miss him :( our own papa jack ) used to sing a golden olden song in a deep but clear and smooth baritone(all our grandfathers SONG)which went like   ~~~~~~And you row >>>>>>>>>>merrily merrily & >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>merrily merrily life is >>>>>>>>>>>>>>but a >>>>>>>>>>>>> dream.~~~~~~~"

So.......?


Dearest mates pals friends chums buddies babans & babas lets Go!

Where the music never stops at the pinkish purplish places.

~~~~~~Fantasy is a dream of thoughts with wide open eyes ,when we think about blissful times in babyish but glorious  sunny and colorful  in days and wintery snow flakes shimmering and falling on our windows in nights ,rowing on the "me" river with moon beams glistening and enticing the darkish waters ,with an angel with mermaid like deep set wide eyes staring with feverish love and innocence and speaks French.~~~~~~


I believe Fantasies have the power to clean our cluttered  brains and remove its clay particles and we be free from the black heads inside our brains.

Our haven our home inside our nubile brain.

Lets go!~~~~~~~~~~Sailing with the night trip ticket to the Mauve Haven in ur room.

I am taking you to that Mauve lights where you listen to your green day , rock or pop or ghazal or carnatic music or your coke studio music from Sampath or any of YouR favourite DJ.

And you dip deeper into the Mauve lights flashing easily on your face and you dance like mad to release all your blues.

Let go !Let go! the Mauve members and dancers and DJs shout.Dance away your worries.

 Forget all your bads and enjoy your GooD.

Sing again

Play it one more time Baby!

Kisi Ka Dil Machalta Hai """"""""Yeh Manzar Dekhkar Jaana Chale AAna Zaraa Tehro~~~~~~

Tehariye Hosh Meh AAloon"""""""""""" Toh Chale Jaayiyega"""""""Aap ke Dil meh bita loon Toh Chale Jaayiyegaa~~~~~~~~

Eh Mere Hum safar Ek Zara Intazaar"""""""""Sun Sadaayen Deh Rahi heh Manzil Pyar ki~~~~~~~

Sing it and dance with your hair down shaking .

La Isla Bonita """""and when the sun goes down""""This is where I want to go La isla Bonita~~~~~~~

GOOD.BE GOOD .

DANCE!

ITS YOUR PARTY!

Sing with me...."I am having a me party."

YOUR HAVING A ME(YOUR) PARTY!