My desert which is always green

Take me O Lord !!

High up into the heaven

or push me down into the hell

with Thy hands

Take me O Lord!

My works are all done

with what u might call

imperfection

But what through my eyes

Look perfect

Take me O lord!

The pain is conquering

my body

N I’m dead

with thoughts

other than ‘pain’

Take me O lord!

the world is peeping

into my pain with sympathy

Take me O lord!

My nerves are cracking

My Breathe is counted

My eyes are covered with darkness

Take me……

So what made me write?

This is written in no fear of my exam results.

Yesterday by 11:15 PM i turned off my computer n then i couldn’t turn my head to the right n when i tried , i could feel some kind of my pain with my nerves on the left of my fore head. And i felt like i m going to die ..thats what i think every time i get some kind of pain

To whom should i go?… neurologist or …..

Pain cracking my Brain
Brings in to me joy
That delight all
For they all love
My absence; being peaceful
I had never loved them
But time changed my heart
That never had changed
Now being a pest
I cry for my old heart
That never stood on glories
But there she cries
For this heart
That she always own
for no reason
But love
that was hidden between us

At last I’ve something to post . thank you Dinsan for tagging me

Eight things I am passionate about :

1 My blog….i luv my desert

2 Music n music n Music…u know life n music go very related ; through highs and lows .The music of our heartbeat to that of a vocal chord

3 Rain…The gift of nature that can gift u a lot

4 Chocolates n sweets,for the reason I m a pimple star ,But I never care

5 Bikes….I luv heavy bikes, ….Karizma is my Favouriteeeeeeee

6. My hair…its not soo long or thick but still I luv it..well many of my class girls are fans of my hair.

7 Teamwork or success…………….thats how we pass all the exams

8 My friends……….

Eight things I want to do before I die:

1 Become my father’s perfect daughter

2 Kick the person who has tagged me

3 Ride on a Hot Karizma bike………..(I’m afraid of even getting my bicycle on road)

4 Learn music as much as I can…..I have studied music for almost 1 year when I was 12, wish to continue sometime somewhere

5 Travel throughout the world n in special see Sydney Opera House

6 Look fairer than Naveen (my cousin),he always teases me with that

7 Appear for an exam fully prepared

8 Write a story with perfection

Eight things I say often: (I speak very little actually)

1 Ok

2 n or and

3 pinne ( what else)

4 Poda ( to my brother ..malayalam word)

5 Uhh

6 Om Namah Sivaya

7 Hohooo

8 Yep

Eight books I have read recently:

Eight songs I could listen to over and over

1 thode Badmash ( Sawariya)

2 ‘Alli’ malarkavil pooram kaaanan (Malayalam)

3 Kandu kondein kandu kondein ( tamil)

4 Kuhu Kuhu bole

5 MahaGanapathim manasa smarami

6 you‘re beautiful by James Blunt

I cannot end up with just 8

Now the tag goes to

Teky

Arvind

Yaake

Why allirekha?
Who is this alli?
These are the questions that many of my friends ask when they hear about my blog or email id.Yesterday one of my friend guessed that alli is my lover . .what a brain he has, amazing Actually Alli is my pet name , n many of them modify it n call me .My father began with allirekha a rediff id n soon i started my yahoo id with it ,then maggiclub,penguinclub,gmail ,wordpress, n almost all my account id
Then I thought why dont I make my sign ‘allirekha’ ,Yes i designed one but sadly i couldnt use it for my board exam as principal didnt let any of us to use stylish signatures.But I will continue with my allirekha sign in the future
Now I wish to use this name in the future for something special ..any suggestion??????

 This is a very special poem for me..I wrote this one early in the morning at 4 AM!!! ..on the day of my science examination n  one more reason ,I wrote this  being influenced by this incident 

It is raining for the past ten days
Making it worthless than hay
It rains in their hut
Tears for each nut
That they cared not for their might
But to live in this fight
No longer could I love
The rain as a my dove
Each drop turned to be their tear
When failure seems to be so near
 

I hope my blog will get back to life  from today

 well everything is over!Oh.. yea! my exams..the very HOT CBSE board exams.But everything is not over….THE RESULTS!!!!!!                                                          

         N now its ‘VACATION’

I’m having this long vacation after 2 or 3 years.But still don’t know what to do!!!!!!!

Wish to read some good stuffs..So if u have a blog… please leave it as a comment so  that I ll get some good stuff to read

Never hath my twinkling mate                             
made my eyes  leakybeing late

nor have their glory in night                               
darkened by the light
of human birds flight

Darkest are those nights
when the blanket of rain
drink the moonlight and winking
Birth till my death
they illuminate the zenith
after the death
will i shine
among the glitters of mine
in the heaven
on the silk to woven

 I think i should change my blog’s title in 2008 to

 MY DESERT WHERE THERE IS ALWAYS HARTAL

All this is just because of the HOT HOT 10 th standard board exam.The days are full of formulaes ,theories,n with pressure on me

My blog will continue in this deadly state till march.please do pray for me ,dear buddies

I don’t know whether i have grown up to say the facts about me , but have to do as Dinsan has tagged me

1 I get angry  or cry for small things but rarely for a big thing

2 I smile for no reason ,  even for scoldings or praises ,mostly instead of a hello! or a hi !

3. I am not crazy about anything in this world

4 .I  cannot sleep without hugging my pillow

5 I am addicted to orkut 

6. I am afraid of almost all living creatures

7 I don’t know how to  console

8 I am lazy to eat,read,study,bath,work but not to sleep

I wish to tagg arvind

Loneliest are those roads,
where i make each step of terror
afraid of the horror
I loose my ignorance
Out of the arrogance
of those bitches
who wait nearby the ditches
Where air is a spy of danger in a stranger
that anger even the wild bush
and make me rush
Out of the loneliest roads of the town
That make me a clown
Into the crowded world
Where bursting horns
Hurt me like thorns