tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116954532024-03-08T09:43:05.535+05:30a patch of blue in the greyfreedom of thought and its expressionUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-89035611340190482112015-10-03T10:14:00.001+05:302016-08-16T16:46:38.650+05:30Coffee<p dir="ltr">So, yeah, you loved your cup of coffee with the usual two teaspoons of sugar. But then one day, someone came along and made it your cup of sugar with two teaspoons of coffee in it. And you loved it. And you loved that someone. But then one day, when it was over, you hated it. And you hated that someone. Because your cup of coffee with the usual two teaspoons of sugar would never taste the same. And all you'd taste then, would be the coffee. The bitter, bitter coffee.</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-24156431537709251262015-03-06T04:52:00.001+05:302015-03-06T04:52:22.078+05:30The Glass Ceiling<p dir="ltr">Regardless of how much you mean to me, regardless of how much I love you and what that means for me, and what I say or do ... it can affect you only as much as you let it, let me. It's only going to matter, as much as it matters to you. It can only ever mean, only as much as it means to you. Nothing more.</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-3552480913165244782010-11-13T13:47:00.000+05:302010-11-13T13:47:21.151+05:30Hello again, Heisenberg.When you're on the move, you don't have the time to ensure that every step you take is planted firmly on the ground, but what keeps you from falling, is that you're on the move.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-37127698934944169342009-10-20T01:43:00.005+05:302010-02-06T21:32:18.467+05:30A lot moreHow much more,<br />
Must you love a flower,<br />
To not pluck it ?<br />
<br />
How do you open the door,<br />
To your ivory tower,<br />
If you can't find it ?<br />
<br />
How do you explore,<br />
The limits of power,<br />
If you can't conceive it ?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-59251989896204911872009-10-12T10:28:00.002+05:302010-03-21T11:19:02.423+05:30GoodnightDay after day, night after night,<br />
Thoughts of you, keep running through my mind.<br />
In all these moments, I tell myself a lie,<br />
That you're around, and everything is fine.<br />
<br />
I want to be by your side, to say goodnight.<br />
I want to see your eyes, as they kiss the morning light.<br />
I want to see you smile, because it makes me feel alright.<br />
I want to be by your side, to say ...<br />
<br />
I turn away, as the heavens start to cry.<br />
Drops of rain, give tears an alibi.<br />
But today, when I saw you passing by,<br />
Those clouds of grey, had disappeared from the sky.<br />
<br />
I want to be by your side, to say goodnight.<br />
I want to see your eyes, as they kiss the morning light.<br />
I want to see you smile, because it makes me feel alright.<br />
I want to be by your side, to say ...<br />
Goodnight, goodnight.<br />
Goodnight, goodnight.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-41803708764365329122009-09-17T19:19:00.000+05:302009-09-24T21:59:00.763+05:30LoveWe hold onto each other.<br />
As we fall.<br />
And we never drop each other.<br />
And we never fall.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-6673821699679454012009-08-14T11:54:00.000+05:302010-03-21T13:39:00.805+05:30AmbitionHere, I know,<br />
And yet I sin,<br />
As I, without hesitation,<br />
Step in,<br />
To wear the shroud,<br />
To wear the skin,<br />
Of my beloved Lord,<br />
Rasputin.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-45812022134226827562009-05-23T20:14:00.029+05:302010-02-07T00:13:10.297+05:30Dialogue"Changes that were not meant to be,<br />
Tow the hours of my memory."<br />
- Jackson Carey Frank<br />
<br />
Do you like her ?<br />
<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
A lot ?<br />
<br />
Yes<br />
<br />
Do you understand your emotions ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Do you comprehend the consequences and repercussions of this ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Do you realise you could be making things difficult for her ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Do you realise you're trying to change what she's already comfortable with ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Do you have the right to ask her for her time, space and thoughts ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Do you think you're the right one for her ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Do you think you're the best she can get ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Do you realise you could be ruining things for her ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Do you remember what it was like before all of this ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Do you want her to be happy and comfortable wherever she is ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Do you realise that sometimes, you needn't be there for her to be happy ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Do you like her ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
A lot ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Can you keep quiet about it ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Can you keep quiet about it ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
CAN YOU KEEP QUIET ABOUT IT ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Yes.<br />
<br />
Can you ?<br />
<br />
...<br />
<br />
Will you ?<br />
<br />
...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-43578606310892966412009-05-05T20:21:00.005+05:302010-03-21T11:19:36.392+05:30RipplesShe stood on a rock,<br />
Beside the lake.<br />
It was a moonlit night.<br />
But not for long.<br />
The moon hid her face,<br />
Behind a veil of clouds,<br />
To cloud my vision of her.<br />
Shame or jealousy,<br />
I couldn't tell,<br />
But it didn't matter.<br />
I saw her well.<br />
No one can ignore a lamp,<br />
That lights itself in the darkness.<br />
I saw her as she stood there.<br />
I saw her face. No, I saw the moon.<br />
... I don't know.<br />
I saw her eyes. No, I saw the stars.<br />
... I don't know.<br />
She looked at the lake.<br />
She saw the ripples,<br />
With curiosity and almost, disbelief,<br />
Ripples, soft and smooth.<br />
One after another.<br />
In precise succession,<br />
Like the beat to a soundless song,<br />
Only she could hear,<br />
Or only she was meant to hear.<br />
Then she asked why,<br />
The ripples went to her,<br />
And not away.<br />
My eyes opened wide.<br />
Perhaps she had seen me.<br />
Perhaps she had heard me.<br />
No. I was at the other side of the lake.<br />
Beyond where eyes could see.<br />
She hadn't seen me.<br />
She had seen my ripples.<br />
There I was, thrashing about,<br />
Like a fish out of water,<br />
Singing my song,<br />
Making my ripples,<br />
Hoping she might look beyond a question.<br />
Then she did. But she was scared.<br />
These were unknown waters.<br />
She couldn't swim.<br />
Little did she know,<br />
Neither could I.<br />
... But I wanted to.<br />
The world conspires to save you,<br />
but only when you're about to drown.<br />
The wind blew gently,<br />
Pushing each ripple out to her.<br />
Ripple after ripple,<br />
Calling out to her,<br />
Asking for some strength of her own.<br />
But she only turned away.<br />
But she stood where she was.<br />
With the ripples to her back.<br />
With the wind to her back.<br />
I reached out for her hand,<br />
But fell short,<br />
Of the courage to impose,<br />
An expression of my emotions,<br />
On an ear that would listen,<br />
But which contrived with silent lips,<br />
To not give freedom even to whispers.<br />
With all my strength,<br />
I sent a wave to the other shore,<br />
Hoping to see a ripple in reply,<br />
However faint, however small.<br />
But there was nothing,<br />
As I slipped beneath the water.<br />
Forever bound, forever gagged.<br />
But my heart does not need my tongue.<br />
My heart doesn't need me.<br />
From beneath the waves,<br />
I saw a light.<br />
Not the moon. Not the stars.<br />
... I don't know.<br />
My heart kept beating,<br />
Sending out ripples.<br />
Perhaps one day,<br />
A ripple I sent might come back.<br />
Just might come back.<br />
Because there was a light.<br />
Nothing can ignore a lamp,<br />
That lights itself in the darkness.<br />
There is a light.<br />
And so, there shall be ripples.<br />
That may bump helplessly,<br />
Against the shore where she stands.<br />
There shall be ripples.<br />
Forever.<br />
As I lie beneath the waves.<br />
Perhaps, forever.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-11863422870674680112009-03-20T19:57:00.001+05:302009-11-23T19:58:59.800+05:30KatharosThere was definitely something,<br />
Or so it seemed to me,<br />
That hovered between make-believe,<br />
And this makeshift reality.<br />
<br />
That sweet, poisonous, elixir,<br />
I did consume and suppress,<br />
To occasion my damsel,<br />
... no (more) distress.<br />
<br />
And so, dear lady,<br />
Here we part.<br />
Do forgive the mutterings,<br />
Of this feeble heart.<br />
<br />
But remember yourself,<br />
As a poet's muse.<br />
As Helen or Venus.<br />
A dame to not refuse.<br />
<br />
Let poetry now,<br />
Forever return to prose.<br />
Let the eyes of the stillborn,<br />
Forever remain closed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-66007631308482647982008-11-29T17:14:00.003+05:302010-01-16T02:42:10.398+05:30FondnessWithout you, my fond Queen,<br />
I'm a stranger to sleep,<br />
But not to the stars,<br />
Beneath whom I weep.<br />
<br />
[Conversations with Lavenda]Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-82179633001924537882008-05-20T10:50:00.001+05:302010-01-16T02:54:33.956+05:30Verse and Meta-VerseAn owl who sat on the mulberry branch,<br />
Desperately wanted to go to France.<br />
(Lost in thought.)<br />
(Can that thought be bought?)<br />
(About why it had to be an owl.)<br />
(Would you prefer a tiger on the prowl?)<br />
(It could have been a wild fowl,<br />
That would screech and hoot and howl.)<br />
(I'm not sure if they usually do.<br />
But I'm sure, that would have been you.)<br />
But the owl needed wings to fly.<br />
His own were too weak and badly dyed.<br />
So he took a ticket to 'Paris'<br />
To meet up with a long lost Marie.<br />
Marie was beautiful, and yellow black and brown.<br />
She eased out the Owl's feathers and kissed away his frowns.<br />
Her curvaceous wings, streamlined and aerodynamic,<br />
Her perfect beak, and eyes that were electric.<br />
Taught him how to be, French at heart,<br />
But then she had to leave. Her show was to start.<br />
He started thinking. He hadn't felt like this in years,<br />
Thoughts of the time he had lost, he was moved to tears.<br />
He made sure he was there. Front row center.<br />
Then the show began and his heart beat harder.<br />
They had been childhood friends, steadfast and sweet.<br />
He had always been enamoured of her pretty grey feet.<br />
They danced before him and lightly hopped.<br />
Then paused for a while, when the music stopped.<br />
And as she danced away on that stage under the spotlight,<br />
He thought he would die of happiness at the lovely sight.<br />
He wanted to swoop and hoot with pride.<br />
He wanted to have her always at his side.<br />
And when the show ended, he wrapped her close with his broken wings.<br />
It was then that he spied that cruel, cruel ring.<br />
"You are married?" he cried out in plaintive tones. <br />
She had reduced him to an aching heart and shivering bones.<br />
She turned her head away, by a hundred and eighty degrees.<br />
And the silence remained, except for her feathers in the breeze.<br />
He looked at the stars, and quietly smiled.<br />
He felt better. Took it in his stride.<br />
The affection did end. Like all good things.<br />
But she remained, a monument to suffering,<br />
He packed his bags for home. Left without a goodbye.<br />
The show was over, and so was the night.<br />
<br />
[Conversations with Sita's cousin]Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-25921814589675849392008-05-19T18:40:00.005+05:302010-01-16T02:41:46.779+05:30DegenerationMy Bonnie Lass !<br />
Er ... Bonnie Lass ?<br />
Come hither.<br />
Answer my call.<br />
<br />
Ichabod will be back.<br />
<br />
So long, Morticia.<br />
<br />
[Conversations with Lavenda]Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-81156004953390682452008-05-17T11:48:00.002+05:302010-01-16T02:41:01.039+05:30You won it. I lost it.Greetings, my dearest one !<br />
I thought of you, and turned crimson.<br />
Enough of me. How about you ?<br />
Any tidings of anything new ?<br />
<br />
"Work" <br />
<br />
The work is like that hungry vulture,<br />
That returns every morning, to rupture,<br />
Prometheus' ... Nay ! The Paperweight's liver,<br />
While every evening I, the results, deliver.<br />
<br />
The duty is given by he who is high.<br />
What he requires, I get. I try.<br />
It takes much time. That is the difficulty.<br />
But I have learnt, and that gladdens me.<br />
<br />
"Fine"<br />
<br />
But, tell me, you should,<br />
Of times bad, of times good,<br />
For I'd like to know, how Time,<br />
Treats this love of mine.<br />
<br />
"This love of yours,<br />
Is not very amused.<br />
She's often bored,<br />
And from working excused."<br />
<br />
"Not good"<br />
<br />
Ah, but you must see,<br />
Any words from thee,<br />
That are directed to me,<br />
Is but, pure poetry.<br />
<br />
"Get another"<br />
<br />
Poetry is the ash of passion, I say.<br />
My words come so, this way,<br />
Only when you are in my thoughts.<br />
For you see, I love you lots.<br />
<br />
"Okay. I'm impressed."<br />
<br />
Isn't that what a man seeks to do,<br />
If he is to, his lady love, woo ?<br />
To show her that his love is true ?<br />
The longer way of saying, "I love you".<br />
<br />
"Classic"<br />
<br />
Give me not praise in a word.<br />
Words are lost, once heard.<br />
Give me more. Something of value.<br />
I ask ... Give me you.<br />
<br />
"Reveal it all."<br />
<br />
No, my dearest. It is wrong.<br />
For our love will then, not last long.<br />
One thing this world has taught me,<br />
Is that love burns brighter, in some privacy.<br />
<br />
Yet love is not a candle to snuff.<br />
It is a bonfire which mocks the wind, rough.<br />
But test it not, for the dubiousness of such an act,<br />
Will reduce a passionate truth, to a mere fact.<br />
<br />
"A wonder"<br />
<br />
Boy in wonder, is the name.<br />
Wonder at how, this dame,<br />
With those earrings and a smile,<br />
Could, him, from the loss of his heart, beguile.<br />
<br />
"You've lost"<br />
<br />
[Conversations with Lavenda]Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-86173340380311382662008-05-13T20:02:00.000+05:302009-09-24T20:03:03.919+05:30The ConsolationWe hold our heads in pain and despair.<br />
Our eyes hold a moisture they cannot bear.<br />
A sickness fills our soft insides.<br />
The deaf man hears not his cries.<br />
<br />
Ignoring the world, we toil away,<br />
Yet seek the sun, to make our hay,<br />
Cursing the rains, that water our fields,<br />
And kissing that which had, our parched throats, healed.<br />
<br />
Heroism and success is a fight well fought.<br />
A fallacy we teach, and were taught.<br />
Happiness is in not fighting at all.<br />
Read the writing on the wall.<br />
<br />
Dejection and gloom lurk in every shadow,<br />
Filling our being from mind to marrow.<br />
Life is nothing. It's obvious.<br />
But here are words to gladden us.<br />
<br />
Happier times are sure to come,<br />
For one day, we shall all succumb,<br />
To a sliver of a moment, when we realise,<br />
That life is but, a simple surmise.<br />
<br />
That we never knew the reason why,<br />
A human ought to stay alive.<br />
That Desire, "You must live", decreed.<br />
While in fact there never was a need.<br />
<br />
And so our morbid, diseased minds,<br />
By diseased thoughts, the disease it finds,<br />
Is life itself, and nothing more,<br />
And nothing less, and nothing more.<br />
<br />
When we let go, we shall smile,<br />
For bliss will be here in a while.<br />
And death will cleanse our bodies, whole,<br />
Of our putrid, rotten souls.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-38294801600364990362008-05-12T19:10:00.003+05:302010-01-22T22:32:54.936+05:30Let's put Shakespeare to shame"I think we already have on several occasions."<br />
Ah ! Those were but minor lesions !<br />
Art thou here, my fair lady ? <br />
If, yes, then answer me.<br />
<br />
This terrible silence bodes some ill.<br />
Nay ! Perchance, her hot temper, is on me, still.<br />
Alas ! She's offline ! What am I to do ?<br />
Offline, go, I must, too.<br />
<br />
"Online"<br />
<br />
Ah ! There you are, my grain of sugar.<br />
Tell me, why did you not linger ?<br />
Was it something you had to do ?<br />
You might have told me, and then left too.<br />
<br />
"Stop"<br />
<br />
(Don't stop me, when I've got the flow.<br />
This passionate rhythm, it must grow.<br />
But I'll stop, if, you I have hurt,<br />
Or merely caused some discomfort.<br />
<br />
"Idiot"<br />
<br />
Some discomfort I see and so I'll stop.<br />
But loving you, that surely won't stop ...<br />
Sadly, it was all an illusion. Some fun with a friend.<br />
With this realisation, I thus end.<br />
<br />
[Conversations with Lavenda]Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-62157988050008413872008-05-09T19:36:00.000+05:302009-09-24T19:37:26.961+05:30SunsetThe light of a setting sun,<br />
Remains long after,<br />
The sun has already set.<br />
But many sunsets go wasted,<br />
On eyes that choose,<br />
To look another way.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-6747739594001865562008-02-04T19:19:00.001+05:302009-08-26T01:43:40.770+05:30Behind the choicesWe make decisions all the time. We weighs all considerations on each side before we actually make a decision. However, not much thought is given to the actual elements that come into play in a decision making process. One of the considerations entertained by the mental faculty of a human, when faced with a problem, is not just the ability, in the present, to overcome the obstacle, but also the ability to correct the mistakes he might make, in trying to overcome the obstacle. Notice here that this aspect is entertained as a present and available resource while making a decision in the present, although it comes into play only in the future. On the face of it, a pretty strange situation. The possibility of the decision being made in the present, being wrong is entertained, and to top it off, this is an important factor in the very making of that decision itself. Looks like we can't help counting our chickens before they hatch.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-81029882299782186842007-09-08T20:01:00.000+05:302009-09-24T20:02:07.009+05:30Black is the nightHe looks me in the eye.<br />
His are dead and hollow,<br />
As he quietly whispers to me,<br />
"The Chair, by night, tomorrow."<br />
Beauty is skin deep.<br />
Is my soul so shallow ?<br />
Who are they to judge me,<br />
By the rules they do not follow ?<br />
Because I am black ?<br />
Because the night is black ?<br />
<br />
Hours or years ?<br />
The difference I cannot tell.<br />
I spend time making peace within.<br />
All's well that ends well.<br />
I've done no wrong. I want to go home.<br />
But they say I'll go to hell.<br />
Why ? Why ? Why can't I live quietly,<br />
With my sweet Isabelle ?<br />
Because I am black ?<br />
Because the night is black ?<br />
<br />
What I am, was not a choice,<br />
Like 'To be or not to be',<br />
But whatever I am, I will bear,<br />
With Pride and Dignity.<br />
Even now, I have no choice.<br />
I take what's given to me,<br />
And in my heart, I can only hope,<br />
This world's a free country.<br />
Because I am black.<br />
Because the night is black.<br />
<br />
My thoughts, my words, my pleas,<br />
To them they mean nothing.<br />
So I send them elsewhere,<br />
To someone who will find meaning.<br />
"Father, forgive them,<br />
For they know not what they're doing."<br />
No truer words, I have ever spoken,<br />
And I mean whatever I'm saying.<br />
Because I am black.<br />
Because the night is black.<br />
<br />
They have starved me. They have tortured me.<br />
But I have my tears and so my throat is not dry.<br />
They give me a choice. "Kill yourself or we do it for you".<br />
I have no choice but to choose. But no, I will not try.<br />
Injustice will happen,<br />
But no more will I cry,<br />
In the light, in the dark,<br />
Because I know why.<br />
Because I am black.<br />
Because the night is black.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-71372463315416789072007-09-02T20:00:00.000+05:302009-09-24T20:01:14.827+05:30The story of the children of the sunThere was a time,<br />
When all that existed,<br />
Was the Sun, the Moon and the Earth,<br />
While the darkness persisted.<br />
One day, when the Moon,<br />
Lifted her dark veil,<br />
The Sun fell in love with her.<br />
So goes the tale.<br />
They were attracted to each other,<br />
And as they danced, moved closer,<br />
Until their cores of love,<br />
Almost touched each other.<br />
The cores touched and there followed,<br />
A great light and sound.<br />
Sparks, or rather star-lings,<br />
Were scattered around.<br />
They moved away a bit.<br />
It was shyness. You could tell.<br />
For a while, with that great family,<br />
Everything went well.<br />
But it wouldn't always be so,<br />
For like true sons of the sun,<br />
Some stars wanted power and glory.<br />
In short, to be the one.<br />
And so a few hid behind,<br />
Their mother's veil of the dark,<br />
And stole some of their father's fire,<br />
But their deed had left a mark.<br />
A few stars outshone their brothers,<br />
Like big pearls in the sky,<br />
But they had fear in their hearts,<br />
And many knew why.<br />
Their heavenly father knew.<br />
Their sad mother saw,<br />
And so they had to fall,<br />
For the breach of the law,<br />
From the heavens above,<br />
To the earth below,<br />
To live in the darkness,<br />
With nowhere to go.<br />
Their power and light,<br />
Was taken and destroyed,<br />
But a tiny fragment,<br />
Escaped and survived.<br />
Yet, that pain was not enough,<br />
For their very grave sin.<br />
Their bellies held that fire,<br />
That scorched them from within.<br />
Their father's wrath.<br />
It killed them every night.<br />
Like Prometheus, they were resurrected,<br />
In time for the next night.<br />
A punishment too great,<br />
Or so their mother thought,<br />
And for some mercy,<br />
With the Sun, she fought.<br />
He flared up and stormed off enraged.<br />
Though it wasn't right,<br />
He swore never to see those brutes,<br />
In that place called night.<br />
Call it mother's love or compassion,<br />
She returned to the night,<br />
To keep alive her fallen children,<br />
With her milky white light.<br />
The heavenly brothers, the stars,<br />
Sat huddled around their mother,<br />
Sharing her grief and their own fright,<br />
Of the fury of their father.<br />
The old Sun sat alone,<br />
Unrivalled in the sky,<br />
Realised his great mistake,<br />
And then began to cry.<br />
As streams of yellow light,<br />
His golden tears fell down,<br />
Making day on earth,<br />
Wherever it touched the ground.<br />
Whenever you hear,<br />
A lost stranger or mariner say,<br />
"Lead kindly light, please.<br />
Oh ! Please, lead the way.",<br />
Remember them for what they were,<br />
Or for what you see them there,<br />
Children of the Sun,<br />
On the Earth, up in the air.<br />
The Sun is also,<br />
The father of man.<br />
So, remember your brothers, reciprocate.<br />
By their side stand.<br />
This is how things,<br />
Were destined to be,<br />
Till the end of time,<br />
For all of eternity.<br />
Now, you know,<br />
The story of day and night,<br />
And the sad history,<br />
Of the firefly's flight,<br />
Towards the heavens,<br />
Towards their mother,<br />
Towards their old home,<br />
Towards their blood brothers.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-37000730489905307752007-09-01T19:59:00.001+05:302009-09-24T19:59:58.616+05:30The Beauty of DeathNo man did set his eyes on her,<br />
A face too pretty to behold.<br />
Her feet that do not tread the earth,<br />
Enchanting eyes, yet dark and cold.<br />
<br />
Her face, a veil, that hides the mind,<br />
Filled with venom and scaly thought,<br />
For one may perceive from behind,<br />
Those crafty snakes that scheme and plot.<br />
<br />
Hissing beasts that echo her voice,<br />
A tendril of thought from her head.<br />
Manifestations of evil ploys.<br />
For each dirty deed, one drops dead.<br />
<br />
Oh ! Medusa ! Princess of death !<br />
Please come to me and take my soul.<br />
Take my heart and waste not your breath.<br />
I hope to be, in you, as whole.<br />
<br />
My heart she took and she did feed,<br />
On that nectar of life and fear.<br />
Alas ! I regret lustful greed.<br />
But no more. Now, what I say, hear.<br />
<br />
No man did set his eyes on her,<br />
A face too pretty to behold.<br />
But if one must, the price to err,<br />
To turn to stone his heart of gold.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-39337022671405367762007-08-22T19:57:00.000+05:302009-09-24T19:58:50.513+05:30The BeeHear ye, <br />
Hear ye,<br />
The old little bee,<br />
Buzzing around,<br />
Over the ground,<br />
Faster than thine eye can see.<br />
<br />
From flower to flower,<br />
He hoppeth by the hour,<br />
Gathering things to make honey,<br />
And to his holed abode,<br />
Laden with his gold,<br />
Returneth doth he.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-20439603072925200652007-08-21T19:57:00.001+05:302009-09-24T19:57:43.721+05:30Vanishing into oblivionGently swimming and gliding,<br />
Through deep blue oblivion,<br />
I notice light above,<br />
I think it's the sun.<br />
<br />
But the light it sheds,<br />
Is harsh and cold.<br />
I think I've heard of it,<br />
From the thick-shelled old.<br />
<br />
The old do know,<br />
For they are wise.<br />
Perhaps it's because,<br />
They did survive,<br />
<br />
The ordeals of,<br />
The vast blue wild,<br />
Resilient and enduring,<br />
Ever since a child.<br />
<br />
Suddenly, oblivion is lost,<br />
And sense awakes.<br />
I see those crisscrossed,<br />
Engulfing snakes.<br />
<br />
I cannot understand,<br />
Anything, anymore,<br />
As panic, uninvited,<br />
Enters my mind's door.<br />
<br />
I rise up,<br />
Out of the blue.<br />
Then there's darkness,<br />
And something else too.<br />
<br />
I try to move,<br />
But it's no use.<br />
To the two around me,<br />
I must be a muse.<br />
<br />
The moonlight bounces,<br />
Off the silver blade,<br />
And the uninvited guest,<br />
Begins to play.<br />
<br />
The blade moves fast,<br />
But I can't see.<br />
I know it moves so,<br />
Because I feel,<br />
<br />
The rush at which,<br />
My life flows away,<br />
Hacked and slashed,<br />
In an indescribable way.<br />
<br />
Things have changed.<br />
Now there's no pain,<br />
For that which lived,<br />
Is now slain.<br />
<br />
Now there is,<br />
The same sensation,<br />
Gently swimming and gliding,<br />
Through deep blue oblivion.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-42147781823820520312007-08-05T19:56:00.000+05:302009-09-24T19:56:29.146+05:30Dancing in the darknessBlind people dancing,<br />
In the ballroom of light,<br />
While the people who see,<br />
Dance in the darkness of night.<br />
<br />
The mistakes you make,<br />
No one can see.<br />
Perhaps, only your partner,<br />
Might know, might feel.<br />
<br />
The blind keep dancing,<br />
For they cannot tell,<br />
Twixt the light and the dark.<br />
For them, all's well.<br />
<br />
But those dancing have,<br />
With the power to see,<br />
The power in a choice,<br />
To see or not to see.<br />
<br />
Yet, the responsibility,<br />
They cannot bear,<br />
And so choose to dance,<br />
In the darkness over there.<br />
<br />
The power unto them,<br />
They wish to deny,<br />
For in the darkness,<br />
They live a lie.<br />
<br />
A symptom of life.<br />
That one last breath,<br />
Against the very last,<br />
Bead of sweat.<br />
<br />
Then the music stops.<br />
The darkness remains.<br />
The darkness is clean.<br />
The soul has the stains.<br />
<br />
What they see,<br />
They become.<br />
The darkness remains,<br />
Second to none.<br />
<br />
Of what you see,<br />
Or of what you don't,<br />
Take solace.<br />
Atleast, you know.<br />
<br />
Tell me, who then,<br />
Is the better of the three ?<br />
The blessed or the blind,<br />
Or is it thee ?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11695453.post-6449673884303718732007-03-07T19:55:00.001+05:302009-09-24T19:55:39.380+05:30The BrideYou see her alight,<br />
With a hidden, shy face.<br />
A radiant smile,<br />
A slow steady pace.<br />
<br />
Ravishing and beautiful,<br />
Comes the lovely bride.<br />
Her heart at a flutter,<br />
To be at your side.<br />
<br />
Your eyes suddenly meet,<br />
One of her glances.<br />
Then she quickly looks down,<br />
Smiles and blushes.<br />
<br />
She knows that now,<br />
Her life will never be the same.<br />
Then she also realises,<br />
She'll lose her maiden name.<br />
<br />
And she hopes in her heart,<br />
That her husband will be,<br />
That man of principles,<br />
Truth and honesty.<br />
<br />
A man of love,<br />
Kindness and affection,<br />
Yet with strength, valour,<br />
And determination.<br />
<br />
But then, all these thoughts,<br />
Just disappear,<br />
For the awaited moment,<br />
Draws near.<br />
<br />
***<br />
<br />
Suddenly, it's all over,<br />
And she has to go now.<br />
You can see her pain,<br />
On her parents' brow.<br />
<br />
The newly wed,<br />
Are seated in the car.<br />
They know they've left home,<br />
And destiny will take them afar.<br />
<br />
Then the car goes off,<br />
Neither slow nor hurried,<br />
With a sign behind saying,<br />
'Just Married'.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0