Superficies of An Evening - By Harpreet

This art tries to represent the surface of an evening where money, liquor, music etc flows freely. However, there is always more depth to an evening than what it shows. Look deeper and you'll find a collage of happiness, sadness, celebration,treachery, gossip, friendship, reunion, separation, love, passion, comfort, misery and so much more.

The legend of Narcissus

The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily besides a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.

When Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

"Why do you weep?" the goddesses asked.

"I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.

"Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus," they said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."

"But... was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.

"Who better than you to know that?" the goddesses said in wonder. "After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!"
The lake was silent for some time. Finally it said:

"I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."

What a lovely story," the alchemist thought.
_{Source: The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho}

Dream Girl ;o)

Right in front of my house
Wearing a skimpy skirt and a blouse
Playing with her long brown hair
I fell in love with the complexion so fair
Stood the Queen of Queens
The girl of my dreams

Taking her dog out for a walk
Looking for someone who with her would talk
Just then she looked right up to me
I wanted to ask her if that night she was free
I felt like I was fighting a bout
In front of her to open my mouth

Her body was slim, her legs were long
I felt as though to me she belonged
Time passed day after day
My love for her grew in every way
The name to you I will not tell
Just looking at whom my eyes start to smell

Today instead of a blouse and a skirt
She wore jeans and a designer shirt
Looking like a cherry pie dipped in cream
Yes, my friends, she is the girl of my dreams! ;) (Could be you.. or NOT)

Gosh! Didn't know this :S

This is me ;)

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Memoirs of a broken heart

As I sit beside the sea,
My thoughts run far behind.
Making way in the meandering lane,
Racing with the slipping time.

As I reach the forgotten world,
I dust my memories alive.
The joy, the touch, her last kiss,
Yes, I remember all tonight.

I wonder if she can feel,
The cut of pain in my soul.
Her thoughts strike my little heart,
As ocean does the shores.

Tears trickle down my cheek,
As my breaths still whispers her name.
There is nothing I can do it seems,
For once, I do feel so vain.

Yada Yada Yada! ♥

Originally written in 1995

'cause the kid in us never dies

So, enough with the philosophical journey. It is time to take a break. Sometimes I wonder while growing up do we kill the child in ourselves? Or do we really? I think the child is always there and manages to escape for a brief moment just to bring a smile to our faces. No no, like i said I am not going to start another philosophical thought here. Just the things I heard from friends over the last few weeks that brought a smile to my face a tons of time.

So this friend of mine, we'll call her SB, was telling me about the call she was on. It was one of those company bridge calls where people dial in and listen in. Since the same call was scheduled for multiple times, some how this smart cookie thought it was a recording. After listening in a few minutes, guess what? The kid pops out of her and has the biggest urge to shout "Hello Hello 1 2 3" on the call. Distant from the fact that the call wasn't a recording but live, she was eager to let the calling out. I would say, the angels were watching her cause just when the "Hello Hello" was about to come out, the speaker asked if there were any questions and that the calls were unmuted. Gosh! the evil in me makes me wish that it would have been great if it would have had happen. The echo of those "Hello Hello" would have been lasted for ages. ha ha.. sure enough the echoes will be lasting in my head for a while.

-- Watch out for updates on this section -- Instead of creating new posts I will be editing this one and adding more cause the kid in us never dies!