Bridge Soul

A warm summer day, without a cloud in sight, A baby bird, Taking its first flight, This is what summer means to me. Only in the summer will I ever see, The rosemary and blossoming tea, Only In the summer will you see, The chirping birds, Or talking trees. These are some of the results I obtained on poemhunter.com. That is how civilians of some countries look at summer. And this is how we look at it: ;-) Ring of fire east to west, On bon voyage set ablaze, Ice-cream, soda all cool blest. So so is even tasty food, Sour turns even fresh milk, To summer-scorch all abound. Summer is hot all around, Trilling on a grass tip, A bit of breeze snared. Summer heat is prickling heat, Rashing salving prickles all, Sunscreen on scene clean and neat. Tonsured, shortened..summer style, Summer-cut to head's convenience, Ruling head's power cut..ruling style. So, summer is back with scorching heat and we have started experiencing summer blues. Summer blues to wake up…

    And I am back... again with a little strange & abstract topic. In my last post I wrote one line: “In the midst of chaos, there is always an order.” Yes, this line is under my magnifying glass today ;-). In the midst of something, things start behaving abnormally & become opposite in nature. When a certain quality is excessive in a system, it actually loses its nature.     For example in the midst of light there is darkness and in the midst of darkness, there is light; in the midst of heat, you will experience cold and in the midst of cold, heat is generated. Or in the midst of chaos, there is always an order and in the midst of order, there is always a chaos.     Hmm… heavy? Difficult to understand? Let me give some simple examples.     Have you ever found that more educated people are more stupid? Our general belief is that if a person is educated, then he should think practically, but NO, it is not so. More educated person becomes more stupid. And sometimes a less educ

While searching for some official documents in ‘My Computer’ ;-), I came across a word file with following content. A poem written by me long ago… How would you feel if you discover your childhood drawing book? Or say your eyes suddenly come in contact with old photos. Or an old melodious song you haven’t listened for a while hit your ears? I felt the same way while reading this… Presenting here the same… I was suffering from a throat infection, And was thinking of a vacation, My boss asked me for a user interaction, And I could not avoid my frustration, I was unable to speak, Still I screamed What crap!!! I had a different plan for my life, Which was holding me tight, My dreams were scratched by a knife, And I could do nothing but fight, I was unable to speak, Still I screamed What crap!!! As I screamed "what crap", Some people look at me sarcastically, I was trying to make myself less tedious, But this made me more furious, I did not want to, Sti