So far as my experience goes moderate drinking is good for health and soul. It gives some kind of euphoria that comes in good stead. You can think better, understand better. When it makes you think better, you feel easy, you feel enhanced, Yes, it enhances you to some extent at least for the time being. And for the time you are all by yourself, you are in your usual elements. You can talk freely, you can laugh freely and you become alive. When you are really alive it is nothing to you to beat anything and anyone. As it were, you have all the world to win. I again say that moderate drinking help you to get over your crises at least for the time being. What is bad in that? Nothing is wrong in that. And I welcome moderate drinking.

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Night fiddles
In darkness of light
While memory burns
Ashes of diamond
Gathering dust
In long satanic verses
Lightyears of darkness
Breaking in orator's voices
Of symphonic violence
While the makers make merry
And nomadic silence lengthens
All alone I chase
The unwept delights
Crossing the lifeline
Of lame excuses
Of the follicles of lies
And elusive temptations
The saga of truth and reality
Dropping dead at the far corner
In a rosebowl
Of thunder and blasphemy
Never to embrace
My sweating soul as ever
As I look straight
From my oracular existence
To the pursuit of futile beauty
To forward my last testament

As I shoot the arrow
Off the bow of hunter's lazy bone
At the triangular moon
Silently the remote night befalls
Over the vanquished shadow
Of the disguised deadman
Walking in long stride
Darkly along the caravan's way
To blare the siren of warring stars
Into the writhing pain
Of the masked phantoms

Still the night fiddling
Darkness of light escaping
To the safe heaven
Of corupscular peninsula

As I step
Into the banana republic
As I go into skewed daydreaming
Like a lamb of an alien world
Visibly thawrted by the fun and fury
Of the highnoon orthography
At the invisible railway station
The junction train whistles past the night
To take a ferry to the beleagured whiteship

And I leave the alien world in a huff
To heave a sigh of relief of measured breaths
So that I can worship the dynastic complexion
Of the banana republic more over as ever.

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Yes, those good old days are gone by. Anyone admit it or not. Modern times have corrupted our lives and soul. We are not the same people as we were. Life is not as easy going as it were. Nature also lost its face or rather it is that an unwelcome change was forced on the nature. People are not as amiable as they were.

Every thing has changed and this is not for the but for the worse. Love is not the motto of life. Compassion has been buried under the carpet. It is fire and fumes all the way but signifying nothing. Nothingness of life has caught on in the process. Life has been changed brutally. Quality of life has become a substance of modern myth. People do not live in ideas any more, materialist ideas have come to stay. Again it has to be reiterated that this change inot for the better but for the worse. It is not the other way round.

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Who is our God?
Where is our home?
The embroglio silences all speech
The glory of sunshine never knows the creator.

All faiths dwindle
All our quests end in futile beauty
Nothing seems to be speaking the whole truth.

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Insomnia, that is, sleep problem is a serious problem and a matter of grave concern to one and all. If you suffer from this physio-psycho malady, you will not only lose your sleep but also you also lose your hunger, mental stability, physical health in the end. The cause is mainly psychological and physiological a

Depression is today's one of the most phenomenal diseases and modern life is at the root of this evils. But do not go for anysedative on yourself without a doctor's prescription. You consullt a physician and do some home exercise : Do yoga to enhance your mental stabilit, take a short lazy walk after dinner, before going to bed take a glass of cold water.

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When you come to my dream
A whip of violence awakens me
Sudden burst of silence chases me
You cannot see me in your daydreams.

I get up from a long distance
With a casket full of earthly worms
And I pray for your long distance cheers and tears.

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