29 May 2009

Star Gazing

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There was one Star...just one star today.
She would've gone...but I asked her to stay.
A lifeless Paper...a purple blue eye...
I gazed and gazed ... at the one star in the sky.

She said "No"... she wont stay for long....
She sat there...singing a quiet song...
I was tired of her...and I asked her to leave...
She took the lifeless paper.... and rolled it up her sleeve(?!?!?).

She asked me...How long I've been dead,
I just smiled and nod my silly head.
She walked passed me to the edge of the terrace.
Her coy smile, purple blue gaze...brightened up her face.

"You never knew...you were dead??"
"No...but I had a strange feeling", I said.
She smiled, "Now you know...you're there no more"
I nodded ....my gaze fixed upon the floor.

She showed me that one star, and said it was 'me' .
Being dead...Being gone...now the truth I could see...
"You've to shine there all alone....cos everyone is sore"
Aha!! but then....Am I really dead??? Or maybe I'm just a bore!!!


22 May 2009

De Profundis Clamavit Ad Te Domine

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With drowsy steps, he moved towards...
the dilapidated house of gods...
Soaked in Blood, he looked behind,
Rigor calmy took over his mind.

He creaked open the door of Gold,
His eyes were blue....breath so cold,
He moved to the alter, for the sacrifice....
to wash his self from sinful vice.

He knelt down and bowed his head,
tears that touched the ground turned red.
Those shapeless souls heard him pray....
"De Profundis Clamavit Ad Te Domine..."


He felt more souls...looked down at him,
He felt the light from candles dim...
The shadows concert in his shade....
He drew out the blood strewn blade.

He pushed the blade, further deep...
and prayed to fall in a dreamless sleep...
The gushing sound.... lost in rain outside...
The house of gods...the place to hide!!!!

He raised his head to face the Lord..
to beg for peace..he found no word....
Then he dropped....cold and grey....
"De Profundis Clamavit Ad Te Domine"!!!

11 May 2009

DOPED

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Have you tried to write a poem when you are stoned like anything and can't even move your fingers properly???? I found a piece of paper in my room....in which an absurd poem was scribbled in a very 'high-unstable' handwriting.....and everyone said ..that i was the one who wrote it....but i actually dont remember doinh anything of that sort....maybe i wasnt in the state of remembering things that happened at that particular time....whatever here it is....and i call it "DOPED"...cos that was the state of the poet when he wrote it.....


Calm down...
Came down...
Fuck you...
Dont frown!!

Why hope???
High hope...
fuck me...
Die dope.!!

I sad...
die sad...
once more..
Fuck mad!!!

Show lie..
sow lie...
fuck me...
Goodbye!!!

i found this poem uncannily meaningful....is it so...or maybe i'm still stoned?????
whatever it might be...i wont mind geeting doped again if anyone promises me...that i'm gonna write similar stuffs....

P.S. This doping incident happened a long time ago....so people...please dont ask me anything about dope!!!!!!