tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64840328571956735462024-02-07T10:41:45.771+08:00random variablesHarish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-48305333173711232372013-08-21T11:45:00.004+08:002013-08-21T11:45:53.324+08:00Happy CalamityThe calamities that come is almost at win at turning worms meat of my body.
No matter no worries as within the shadow that veils there lies sparks of joy.
Even as a whisper, the gayest laughters are heard out loud.
Even an explosion of cries are made oblivious as winds of change.
Oh the atrocious woes that come and come and come again.
Oh why not colourful woos come more than these insolent foes Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-44675195820958486482013-08-19T19:58:00.003+08:002013-08-19T19:58:53.618+08:00Your Thought Are Your Destiny
“Watch your thoughts for they become words.
Watch your words for they become actions.Watch your actions for they become habits.Watch your habits for they become your character.And watch your character for it becomes your destiny.What we think, we become.My father always said that... and I think I am fine.”
― Margaret Thatcher
Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-48558234568391261662013-03-28T09:46:00.001+08:002013-03-28T09:50:17.557+08:00Luna's Light
In some quiet fight,
One can see this light,
Shining oh so bright,
Behold a magnificent sight,
Cast of in skies height,
Oh how one try as he might,
With heart of hope a slight,
One clenches it so tight,
Then bring it up into flight,
Not knowing what's right,
To shine in much delight,
It goes on every night.
"...goodnight Eleanor."
Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-4471422657315981642013-03-21T09:05:00.000+08:002013-03-21T09:05:09.242+08:00When and Then.When I fell, I was scared,
When I knew, I was unprepared,
Then I fall, nothing spared,
Then I knew, someone cared.
When I rise, I am brave,
When I know, I am saved,
Then I rise, up from the grave,
Then I know, to catch the wave.
When I feel, I can soar,
When I hope, for a score,
Then I feel, my inner roar,
Then I hope, for something more.
"...I think I might like you, very much."
Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-33197825201101249742013-03-20T11:16:00.001+08:002013-03-20T11:21:17.000+08:00Coffee and Tea
At a place that is new,
Only seen and been by few,
It sort of looked a skew,
Nothing like any morning dew.
Coffee and tea they brew,
Only pies and brownies, no stew,
I could feel my heart, it grew,
When and then I saw you.
An order or two I threw,
While I saw many did too,
Cupids arrow did flew,
This is for sure, I knew.
As the sky began to change hue,
From light sky to dark blue,
This angel Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-54850114616889419182012-12-19T22:52:00.001+08:002012-12-19T22:52:40.530+08:00Where Now Is My Inspiration?
I lost it.
Perhaps I forced it.
I misplaced it.
Maybe I replaced it.
I'm not sure why.
I'm not a passerby.
Where now has in gone?
Where then will it go?
Why now has it gone?
Why then, I don't know.
Where is my inspiration?
Why is it my inspiration?
How does it inspire?
Or may be is it to aspire?
From root of what, I ask myself.
Who is my inspiration?
Maybe I have gone too far.
Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-27485464851930091022012-10-03T22:17:00.001+08:002012-10-03T22:17:14.277+08:00What Say You?Say hello and make my day.
Say goodbye and give me hope.
Say hello again and I might stay.
Say goodbye again and I shall...nope.
Say to me what I always do.
Say "I love you" only in my dreams.
Say to me "I love you too".
Say it to me and our hearts might seam.
Say you, say me, say it together.
Say you come, say you go.
Say nobody wants to see us together.
Say it don't matter, no.
Say you said Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-12171908402559380142012-08-17T02:21:00.001+08:002012-08-17T02:29:02.144+08:00ProbabilitiesJust like a stormy rain.
We all know it will come again.
Still, wonder circles the brain.
When will it come again?
Just like an apple blossom.
We all know it will fruit by the dozen.
Still, either it be odd or even.
When will it ripen?
Just like a fall to the ground.
We all know it will hurt all around.
Still, not sure where help can be found.
When will it the sirens sound?
Just like what Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-33344490614163299192012-08-13T18:31:00.003+08:002012-08-13T18:31:46.357+08:00Language as a Window into Human Nature
In this new RSAnimate Steven Pinker shows us how the mind turns the finite building blocks of language into infinite meanings. Taken from the RSA's free public events programme www.thersa.org/events
"So, can I take it back?"
"Oh no you can't, it's out there."
Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-27669717475160441672012-07-30T21:23:00.003+08:002012-07-30T21:23:44.990+08:00Wandering Wonders
Depending on the religion,
faith is belief in a single god
or multiple gods
or in the doctrines
or teachings of the religion.
Informal usage of faith
can be quite broad,
including trust
or belief without proof,
and "faith" is often used
as a substitute
for "hope", "trust" or "belief".
Does anyone ever Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-81318328667783751272012-07-24T21:54:00.000+08:002012-07-24T21:54:00.127+08:00Ecstasy Au Natural
"Hello."
"Hi!"
"I'm John."
"I'm Jane."
"Um...nice to meet you."
"Likewise."
"Um...see you later?"
"Maybe."
We all have experienced this conversation. especially when that one time, one may lay ones eyes on someone from the opposite gender, whom might just spark something in ones little heart. Racing and pacing itself, ones heart suddenly has a mind of its own. Oblivious to the logic Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-39899374119519322492012-06-07T19:55:00.001+08:002012-06-07T19:55:05.785+08:00Pretty Fat
Don't tell me how to see my body.
You don't know my history.
You don't know my struggles.
You don't know my abusers.
You don't know what you might trigger.
Each time you say "you're not fat, you're ______."
You continue the ideas that fat is ugly.
You posit that one cannot be fat and pretty.
You make one believe that once you see them as "fat",
You won't find them pretty.
"Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-83456274197380376052012-06-02T17:53:00.002+08:002012-06-02T17:53:14.499+08:00Everybody Knows
".. I wish you the best, I guess.."Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-89521262660915818442012-05-01T23:13:00.000+08:002012-05-01T23:13:45.580+08:00Sonnet 2 (In The End)To the ends of the world I go, to seek,
To seek that I have been looking for,
To the ends of the Earth I go, too bleak,
To find nothing but oblivion, nothing more,
How now, I frown liketh a sultry clown,
With the cloth that sheaths my body, I run myself down,
In the end, what is left for me in this world,
That is nothing more, that is nothing less of what I should,
Change thy notions about all Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-71904517442428064892012-04-30T20:45:00.003+08:002012-04-30T20:45:43.349+08:00We Are Young
"..just carry me home tonight.."Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-91396617322148487452012-04-30T20:41:00.001+08:002012-04-30T20:41:33.240+08:00Live and Let DIeSee me doth shine so bright,
See the eye of heaven's light,
Try and try as I might,
To love or not to love is my fight.
See the stars doth twinkle at night,
So still they may seem to my sight,
Why, I ask myself, do I feel so tight,
Not to weary, but still with some fright.
"Is this just another way to die...?"Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-86518866706085746822012-04-03T13:09:00.001+08:002012-04-04T02:51:48.788+08:00Time Stops
"Everything is relative to time."
Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-3571573534202531142012-04-02T04:23:00.000+08:002012-04-02T04:23:47.311+08:00Sweet Purple
Someone's birthday is coming up and I'm gonna get this for that someone.
"I hope you like it lil miss. Happy birthday."
Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-52856780861019580922012-03-22T22:18:00.001+08:002012-05-01T23:17:00.950+08:00Sonnet 1 (Wonderous Pityfull)Will I exchange thee for some other,
Some other much better, maybe true,
And be thy love despair'd by thou lover,
It may be some what different; t'is a clue,
What mighty magic has been cast,
Upon every thought my mind has made,
Clear as day; it all may seem to last,
Though complexions murky; dark as jade,
In sight of light I see nothing change,
For thou love for thou prince so strong,
My Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-81824790691279950122012-03-13T13:46:00.000+08:002012-03-13T13:46:32.242+08:00Like a Stone
"what's left for me to wait for?"Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-28493091376874408832012-02-28T23:22:00.001+08:002012-02-29T14:14:54.073+08:00Make a TryMake love not war.
Make hearts flutter not sore.
Make my day again once more.
Just before I close the door.
Make an effort not acknowledged.
Make a wrong turn and burn.
Make sure you look out for the edge.
Simple as that you may learn.
Make nothing become something.
But something isn't anything.
Make certain of one thing.
Different from Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-59516213141915694282012-02-20T02:23:00.000+08:002012-02-20T02:23:27.916+08:00BACK TO COLLEGE LIFE!
"Another semester in an alien place."Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-28019704023992351912012-02-16T02:35:00.000+08:002012-02-16T02:35:54.821+08:00Would you go out with me?What is the concept of a date? One and another meeting up? Among lovers? Among friends? To me it is just a promise. An agreed appointment to come into ones presence. It doesn't really matter what the intentions are but frequently, the term 'date' will bring about a specific connotation which concerns love and affection. Basically the typical and more common use of the word. In turn, we Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-81156254281663584602012-02-15T02:33:00.000+08:002012-02-15T02:33:23.744+08:00"He loves me. He loves me not."It's clear that women only 'talk' to people they like. Same goes to the men. Similarly, when it concerns someone we like, or a crush. Even if the other person doesn't really show interest, we tend to hope for more. Likewise, when we don't show interest but the other still lingers, we notice that they are attracted to us. Attraction or being attracted to someone means having interest. Having Harish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484032857195673546.post-53469380926257534772012-02-09T00:01:00.000+08:002012-02-09T00:01:18.928+08:00TonightThe moon shines so bright.
The black sky so clear.
You can see twinkling starlight.
Silent serenity too, you can hear.
The dark hue of this night.
Not much different from any other.
Change methinks, there is a slight.
From yesternight, before and after.
The blind flying fox flies.
Cleverly weaving through your darkness.
Like eagles soaring high above.
With perfect vision andHarish Mustakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16204282963608538958noreply@blogger.com2