The Realm Of Opposites

In a world so clear,
there lies some stains.
The stains of dirt of hearts.

In a world so beautiful,
there live some beasts.
The beasts of art of mind.

In this world full of life,
there exists death.
The death comes everywhere welcomed or not.

In our body of purity,
there dwells impurity.
The impurity of demonic over angelic.

With a world like this with angels and demons,
I find out my way on a lonely road
A road stretched far untold,
to seek existence and warmth in this cold.

Those lovely Old days...

Childhood faded away,
to a far away land,
simple, so simple were we,
Days of Play,
Going our Way,
Having fun, no care,
for another day,
time for us stood still,
playing king of the hill

Childhood Faded away
thinking of another day,
summer time was fine,
when friends were kind,
swiming holes were filled,
our hearts were thrilled        
to a time that makes me sway


many years have passed away,
since childhood faded to another day,

Childhood Faded to places,
UNKNOWN TO US
floating somewhere in time.

  

The Story of My Shadow

                                        "Follow a shadow,it still flies you,
                                            Seem to fly it,it will pursue"

So you think that I am of no account and have nothing to say! Well I must tell you that you are very much mistaken. Do u see my miss standing here and dreaming about the world around her? Well m just as old as she and just as important. What's more, she cannot go anywhere without me. Can you imagine what she is
dreaming now? Well, I guess I can :P

If life is a shadow, shadow is life, isn't it? and life is surely the most precious thing you know.

Yes, I could tell you many things about your friend from her earliest days when she could neither walk or talk. I was very small myself then. We, that is your friend and I,did not know each other very well. But many times her nurse used to set on her lap between the lamp and the wall and made her throw her arms about, and then I would come and dance on the wall for her and make such funny shapes that she would laugh and clap her hands with delight.

When she grew up and could run about, we used to chase each other in garden. When the sun went down,  I used to get lengthened. I used to stretch out infront of her like a goblin, then she would try to run and jump on my head, but I always jumped out of her way :P ;) Sometimes she would sit down and cry dissapointed. but when she stopped and looked up, she could see me there beside her, quite small and friendly.Then she would dry up her tears.

I went long walks with her. We go near the river side dyke , we sit together on the stones and gaze at the gleaming sunshine on the river, stare at birds,sky, moon,stars,mountain, dam, tree,flowers and.. ohh  how can I forget about people :P  We danced with each other. And she was so delighted with my movement that she interpreted it as a good omen of a high situation.

When she left home to go to college, her parents and well-wishers were at the railway station to bid her good bye. They spoke many kind things to her. Just as the train began to move, one of her relatives shouted,"May your shadow never grow less." They all laughed at this remarked. but I felt very happy because at this moment of parting from her, they had not forgotten me and had tried to give me due recognisation as her constant companion.




I have been a very faithful companion. When she sits reading at night by lamplight, I take up my position on the wall and watch her as she wrestles with her difficulties and problems.  In dark, we are one.When the moon climbs up in the blue sky, you can see how near I am to her. And the best part is that our intimate anonymous relationship doesn't have a name neither depend on place. I am just beside her, within her, or just  I am her :) 

Twisted Grand-grand-grandson of PRINCE CHARMING

Once upon a time there was a land called "Far,Far Away",  and there lived a prince.  Even in his infancy the King and Queen recognized their son’s appeal, so they decided to name him Prince Charming.  As the prince grew up, his royal parents breathed a sigh of relief because they knew he would live up to his name.  They later admitted, “We took a bit of a chance.  Thank God he turned out the way he did.  It would have been pretty embarrassing to have an ugly, socially awkward son named Prince Charming.”

When the prince wasn’t making royal appearances at balls or waving to peasants from atop his white horse, he enjoyed acting in local plays.   He had managed to get some bit parts with the Brothers Grimm, but didn’t rise to true stardom until Walt Disney discovered him in 1937 and cast him in their classic movieSnow White and the Seven Dwarfs.  Even though he was only referred to as “the prince” in the credits, he was still pretty psyched to star in his first feature film.  He had girls of all ages, and even a few of their mothers, swooning over him and singing, “Someday my prince will come…”


Thirteen years later (though amazingly enough, he looked like hadn’t aged at all), Walt Disney finally gave Prince Charming the credit he deserved in the movie Cinderella.  He friends could no longer tease him about being cast as the generic prince because his name was right there in black and white.  After that, he was a household name and the source of many women’s fantasies.  Female peasants mobbed him every time he left the castle, and he was getting more princess ass than he knew what to do with.

But all good things, no matter how charming, must come to an end.  Right around the time women were (symbolically) burning their bras and Aretha Franklin was demanding respect, Prince Charming died.  But his legacy lived on.  His genetic lineage is a bit hard to trace – probably because he spent several decades sowing his wild oats in a lot of royal (and occasionally, not so royal) beds.  But in 2005, after years of exhaustive research, a genealogist managed to track down one of his modern day heirs.  You might have heard of him – his name is Edward Cullen.


Though far more sulky and sparkly than his royal ancestor, he still manages to score big with the ladies.  It seems women love him despite his overly protective, often controlling behavior, and his prudish, old-fashioned ideals in the bedroom.  They don’t even seem to mind the fact that he’s about as cuddly as Michelangelo’s David. Edward not only sweeps girls off their feet, he also carries them high into treetops and races with them through dense forests.  Holy crap, you should see him run – Usain Bolt has got nothin’ on this guy!  And much like his charming predecessor, he’s got the saving damsels in distress gig down pat.  He’s definitely the guy you want to have around if you ever find yourself surrounded by a pack of drunken townies in a dark alley.  Although girls should be warned that he has a bit of a temper (especially around gorgeous werewolves), and occasionally gets the maddening urge to drink your blood.  But other than that, he’s usually the picture of chivalry and self-restraint


And this bright several generation post grandson of prince charming has set the epic record of receiving most number of female heartthrobs, specially the teenagers..They do not know why they are entranced. They only know how. And this according to critics and psycologist," When she reads Twilight, she is sucking up a complex maelstrom of psychosexual metaphor, and all before lunch." Goodbye Famous Five and Timmy, you horrid little dog. Goodbye Harry Potter and your dull suburban wand. You are a 20th-century, one-dimensional metaphor of a character. We have outgrown you.

Edward Cullen is the lover the young girl desires and fears. "The vampire is a metaphor for the predatory yet alluring boy,", the young girl wants to be chased and predated, But the young girl also wants to save the vampire; to rescue him from his lonely eternity. He is a photogenic monster with good hygiene. "To be a vampire is a very sad fate,and this brings out the desire to nurture and protect him. They just want to suck on our blood. This is a metaphor for how much we need love and how much we need to be needed. We see our own vulnerabilities in them."







In the fourth Twilight novel, Breaking Dawn, Bella becomes a powerful vampire; she finds her fangs and loves them. This happens in Bram Stoker's Dracula, too, to Lucy Westenra. "Lucy is initially a tender virgin but once she has been bitten, she becomes a violent virago stalking cemeteries looking for children to sink her fangs into," . When reading vampire fiction,  the teenager is "confronting an image of her own inadmissible desires. She is staring into a dark mirror."

In the end, becoming a vampire allows the teenager to experience power.  "Vampire genre allows the protagonist to be both the author of her own destiny and the victim of forces beyond her control. It allows women to have it both ways – strong and vulnerable to the darker forces."







So there you have it – Twilight. No doubt it has much more emotional depth than Harry Potter. So, no wonder they love it and are longing for more.