tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27088005843472055152023-11-16T16:01:01.201+05:30Pages from My Journal.Stories of a Delusionary Immortality Or...a Quantum Suicide....Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-85485331518050773182012-12-29T23:41:00.002+05:302012-12-29T23:41:41.468+05:30Our torn humanity..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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With the last breath she told us..</div>
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"You were wrong...you were all wrong"..</div>
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Like a pack of hyenas we pounced on her...</div>
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tore her into pieces...</div>
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our ugly long nails dug into her flesh..</div>
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till her blood covered us...</div>
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and we rejoiced in joy.</div>
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Our blood strewn faces gleamed..</div>
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and we promised..we'd do this again..</div>
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.till he bathe in the pools of blood</div>
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of our mothers..sisters..and daughters...</div>
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and then..after devouring the ones</div>
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whom we were suppose to care and protect</div>
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we slither back to our holes like spineless serpents.</div>
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We said..."You're safe here..."</div>
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We said..."We'll keep you safe"...but with silent whispers we also said..</div>
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"You'll die...in MY wrath..in MY hunger..</div>
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in MY twisted humanity."</div>
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Will we ever know..what we've done..??</div>
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The hounds...the mob...the MEN..</div>
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now that she's gone...</div>
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our humanity..our sanity..</div>
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in our cornucopia of miseries...</div>
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we shall reek of death...always...RIP.</div>
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<i>(We are sorry we couldnt protect you..save you..or even avenge your Death)</i></div>
Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-61995599459198336322012-12-20T23:31:00.004+05:302012-12-20T23:32:56.159+05:30Who Manity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>And the clock ticks away</i></div>
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Patient waiting wanes…</div>
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And the bloody show smiles and claps for a finale.</div>
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<i>And the clock ticks away</i></div>
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Each moment … of a pain so severe...</div>
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That even death gasps in horror.</div>
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<i>And the clock ticks away</i></div>
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Humanity claws at innocence ripping it apart.</div>
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<i>And the clock ticks away</i></div>
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More cries of… “Mother…I want to live”… fills the air.</div>
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<i>And the clock ticks away</i></div>
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More MEN speaks of justice and peace…</div>
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<i>And the clock ticks away</i></div>
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Those bastard sons of manliness soars high.</div>
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<i>And the clock ticks away</i></div>
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We do nothing…</div>
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<i>the clock ticks away</i></div>
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she stretches her hand…she wants to live…</div>
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<i>clock ticks away..</i></div>
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humanity shame on you…shame on us.</div>
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<i>ticks away...</i></div>
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Away.</div>
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Dreamy Smoke...</div>
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curling up to form faces...</div>
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in shades of Grey...</div>
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and it's shadows dancing on me...</div>
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the mesonoxian love and all...</div>
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You say, I dream in shades...</div>
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Shades of Grey...</div>
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My stories all weird and strangely hollow...</div>
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My poems...so phoney emotional...</div>
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all shades of grey...or even black...</div>
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I find myself...with unruly poems...</div>
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a straight face and a blank stare.</div>
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I feel lost...sometimes..</div>
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With no shadowy dreams..a grey smile..</div>
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or a white drop of fine sunlight</div>
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Someone whispers inside my head, keeps on saying...</div>
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"These are the last few dreams in grey...</div>
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last few drops of colorless raindrops...</div>
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last few words of meaningless rambling..."</div>
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Before i go.. </div>
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<i>These are the few shades of grey i'd love to paint..</i></div>
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Savour Them.</div>
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Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-60531497144196214812012-08-12T00:08:00.001+05:302012-08-12T00:08:35.604+05:30Before My Poems...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>The future doesnt care for my poetry or your memories...</i></div>
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<i>piling words after words...I've been drawing a hope..</i></div>
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<i>a sand castle meant to be washed away by the tides of time.</i></div>
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<i>These were for you....dried flowers...and pages of forgotten dreams...</i></div>
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<i>These words were meant to drew a world, you could see through your closed eyes...</i></div>
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<i>Since the moment when abstract was no longer a word, but our history..our lives.</i></div>
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<i>Happiness before we gave it a name...'Oblivion'..</i></div>
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Eternity before it became your goal....
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<i>Lets assume for once,</i></div>
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<i>Essence is the entire instance of life...</i></div>
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and death is the entire essence of poetry.</i></div>
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I once broke my hand...and I remember, </div>
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you drew a lot many things on my plastered hand...</div>
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all gibberish and meaningless...</div>
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but you were there.</div>
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On my 14th Birthday..you gifted me </div>
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the first sunshine of the day in a chocolate box...</div>
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The chocolate box is still there...but i guess..</div>
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My sunshine's gone...</div>
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Its been long since i last went to that park in salt lake..</div>
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Below the halogen light..we sat at two ends of a bench..</div>
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and i heard you say...</div>
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"<i>No matter how right you are..I'm still mad at you !</i>" </div>
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That moment i promised you...I'd right poems for you...</div>
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and you said.."<i>Joto adikhkheta</i>!! " </div>
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On your last Christmas..I showed you a star..</div>
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and said.."<i>Thats the brightest Star...Sirius.</i>."..</div>
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You believed me..and used to see it everyday.</div>
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and say.."<i>whenever i'll see the stars..i'll wonder if you are looking at them too..</i>"</div>
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Few days before you left. ..you pulled me close..</div>
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and with a trembling smile on your lips..you said..</div>
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"<i>Asshole...thats Venus ...a hot shitty planet..<br />whatever...i bet it'll remind you of me..!!!!</i>"</div>
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It sure does..and of late i see venus a bit too much..</div>
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and wonder...if you are watching it too.. </div>
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Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-35632349275760317042012-03-24T01:12:00.001+05:302012-03-24T01:13:50.452+05:30Shei Chithi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHb6ZGSor1_sEw_x911LI4Kbl4LLw6rFWpWLHlKqDAkCLEvSyfJ-Y_c50bgYpb80_h58kOikLsHfGlf9ekFADu9CkbkY6QwvrGN6hjuor97UAT-xxST7_vf4QMKIxxoDYdkcgDHg9-eFIO/s1600/shei+chithi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHb6ZGSor1_sEw_x911LI4Kbl4LLw6rFWpWLHlKqDAkCLEvSyfJ-Y_c50bgYpb80_h58kOikLsHfGlf9ekFADu9CkbkY6QwvrGN6hjuor97UAT-xxST7_vf4QMKIxxoDYdkcgDHg9-eFIO/s400/shei+chithi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723180598734696786" border="0" /></a><br />Please click on the image to see an enlarged version.Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-58343967802678052842012-03-24T01:09:00.003+05:302012-03-24T01:12:45.942+05:30hotath kokhono<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEtf9-KTMrLHSxvMXkFH4JSXilR7DmbcdrRJ_OyDMnN-w0bQXXYkNyQZRcM4pJltkHVQWUaOpL04Vnfae4wS_WnGoV0frxNMYSampxK9jrh7YfVI26Gbdcmz1YdrpnZaCyEsmMyeodahii/s1600/hotath+kokhono.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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<br /></span>As i walked passed the dark alley
<br />I felt the cold tug of the shadows..
<br />The screaming sirens of the city,
<br />of the firebrigades..of ambulance...and us.
<br />The shouts of laughter and pain.
<br />The cornucopia of forgotten miseries..
<br />and I walked on.
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<br />As i stand on the terrace..at the edge..
<br />Swaying in the winds..I see a lie..
<br />a lie..that we bear everyday..
<br />a lie that paints us black..
<br />with a stigma of ego and pessimism.
<br />And i feel, the wind's mercy..and its push.
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<br />And the last thing, I remember..
<br />are the cries of the city below me..
<br />The hungry mob...tearing each other down..
<br />Flesh by flesh...blood by blood.
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<br />And everything else is just one bad dream...
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<br /></div>Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-84784695714650745702011-07-26T21:19:00.003+05:302011-07-26T21:27:28.669+05:30A Black Hope.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRimvPImHRifquN9Q_YPX5oBZWsMn9lBrEvm2YBhA8oGGgMJGaQ2byQHYIp06OtRYl1UMXxC1m-kSYmTeplGHz7y3NgZEmrS7jP-w2NZe8-XvjubTALSDMSIk19fNlfJKYM7Coe_5L0zrC/s1600/peace_inkk.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRimvPImHRifquN9Q_YPX5oBZWsMn9lBrEvm2YBhA8oGGgMJGaQ2byQHYIp06OtRYl1UMXxC1m-kSYmTeplGHz7y3NgZEmrS7jP-w2NZe8-XvjubTALSDMSIk19fNlfJKYM7Coe_5L0zrC/s320/peace_inkk.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633689193472113810" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic Courtsey: Internet</span><br /><br /><br /><blockquote><br /><em>In memory of 11th July, 2006 Train Bombings...26/11 ....German Bakery Blast...12th July, 2011 Mumbai Blasts....those who gave their lives unnecessarily...Ankik Da....Anindyee...and soo many young lives that blew out in that strong wind of violence... and hatred.</em></blockquote><br /><br />There was light...once...long ago...<br />and there were beliefs<br />There were smiles which turned into cries..<br />humans stabbed...killed and torn.<br />and 'sighs'.<br /><br />Little dreams shattered..hacked and murdered...<br />Will you stand among the corpse and sympathize?<br />Will you even drop a tear...<br />or just 'sigh' and move on.<br /><br />Denial...Will your sons and daughters know what you did??<br />Or will they lie in the heap of lifelessness..<br />while you smile and shake hands with evil<br />and smear your hand with bloods...<br />which was once yours???<br /><br />I can see a white flag flying high...<br />drenched in sweat...<br />with stains of blood..<br />turned black.<br /><br />God Bless You.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-31571069975054524482011-07-24T12:45:00.001+05:302011-07-24T12:50:31.782+05:30Stray Truth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGF22I6Swd0MN7usbpkFEeDqTQUfh0XCafVrv271TY9bmJQCEcH1i-bgkV3oDDYZpjsscjbak7ZdKGH3DlDuWQq5LYePLzhPxkqCoHaQErW_EHj50cNMSXQsreAqsPiFB5hAJtLTqmnuv/s1600/peace-cosmic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGF22I6Swd0MN7usbpkFEeDqTQUfh0XCafVrv271TY9bmJQCEcH1i-bgkV3oDDYZpjsscjbak7ZdKGH3DlDuWQq5LYePLzhPxkqCoHaQErW_EHj50cNMSXQsreAqsPiFB5hAJtLTqmnuv/s320/peace-cosmic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632815319965750818" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic Courtsey: Internet</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br />And i dream still...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">dream a bit more..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">dream of days..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">when i used </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">to dream to dream.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">With eyes full of hope,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">trying to find god who made man.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Trying to preserve the innocence,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">the sacrosanctic beliefs </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">of being god's son.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And now we...sons of god..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">are torn to pieces...blasted and tattered...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">in vengeance and hatred..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Now, I'm trying to find..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Does God Cry?</span><br /></div>Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-1205072004634421582011-07-06T20:38:00.004+05:302011-07-06T20:43:38.443+05:30For Eva.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHX5Iehjuf9N3tRnrToTkQSWu6seNEvVrxs_pSkXkTz_FRYLsZ1Gi4UURthlL4PBk9_gEHN7j7HVDxC_Mp0hcjG0wuKu0HzSmXa7SaV86uAaA66xjP-Xe3kRIs2HR993i5_F1Gh77zWYKy/s1600/90f6706d61c29bd18b51cd1fc2a43d45.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHX5Iehjuf9N3tRnrToTkQSWu6seNEvVrxs_pSkXkTz_FRYLsZ1Gi4UURthlL4PBk9_gEHN7j7HVDxC_Mp0hcjG0wuKu0HzSmXa7SaV86uAaA66xjP-Xe3kRIs2HR993i5_F1Gh77zWYKy/s320/90f6706d61c29bd18b51cd1fc2a43d45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626257488337940626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote><span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><br /><br />This poem is dedicated to Eva Cassidy. The wonderful Singer who won millions of hearts with her beautiful voice. She made her last public appearance on September,1996. The Last Song she sang that day was the famous "What a wonderful world" by louis Armstrong. She died of Cancer two months after the show, on 2nd November,1996.This poem is also dedicated to all those wonderful people who are fighting with cancer today. Our prayers are with you.</span></blockquote></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:lucida grande;" >I see trees that are green, red roses too</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />I watch them bloom for me and you</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />And I think to myself, what a wonderful world</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br />The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:lucida grande;" >Are also on the faces of the people passing by</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family:lucida grande;" >I see friends shaking hands, saying, "how do you do?"</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />But they're really saying, "I love you"</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />She stood on the stage<br />the spotlight was on her..<br />a long dark tunnel<br />and the faint light wasnt far.<br /><br />She stood behind the microphone,<br />and held her guitar tight.<br />She saw them all smiling at her..<br />it was her last night.<br /><br />She had struggled with the dark<br />she was lean and weak now,<br />the doctor said, she shouldnt sing,<br />but she got the strength somehow.<br /><br />she filled the evening with her lovely voice,<br />with "songbird" and "way beyond the blue".<br />She showered bliss from heaven that day...<br />each moment was as fresh as dew.<br /><br />And then she closed her final show,<br />with a smile and tear in her eye.<br />Not because she wont be there for long...<br />but she had to "say goodbye"....<br /><br /><br /></blockquote><br /></div>Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-36426178665729494462011-07-03T22:59:00.005+05:302011-07-03T23:06:51.670+05:30The Skull & Bone<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><blockquote>Yet another attempt to write a shape poetry.<br /><br /></blockquote></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQHQGbfKASGffMtLS8jNa24bSvl1RZLnLffLzDz-uCaWOGFnv1lkDvmNLriBiSYMKOaaXg2kr1QzEgWDcf-VGnIQhcScu-h3qp3paVpzZLGMWhYnY2acBoJ2zNIlOv9ka8eHmoWQ-zT7Nk/s1600/skull.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 449px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQHQGbfKASGffMtLS8jNa24bSvl1RZLnLffLzDz-uCaWOGFnv1lkDvmNLriBiSYMKOaaXg2kr1QzEgWDcf-VGnIQhcScu-h3qp3paVpzZLGMWhYnY2acBoJ2zNIlOv9ka8eHmoWQ-zT7Nk/s400/skull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625180293040844914" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Please Click on the image to See a Proper Englarge View. (Sorry for the inconvenience)<br /></div>Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-16978194139944861082011-07-02T23:11:00.005+05:302011-07-02T23:23:23.053+05:30A Cinquain, a Haiku and a Monostich.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoP_oy_72Ypdqc7yJ4S2y6rGTQH-nKCa4JhoMNu7IqkSjTBevxCzJzWc0Qt91PXqiax-itnjIsOdbyVB2EKy9mmGUrcBk7l0i8L9DmveKgDVOKy2WBHlI9gW0J36xGX9P9jBsAt-MGlv2S/s1600/poetry06_plakat-detail.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoP_oy_72Ypdqc7yJ4S2y6rGTQH-nKCa4JhoMNu7IqkSjTBevxCzJzWc0Qt91PXqiax-itnjIsOdbyVB2EKy9mmGUrcBk7l0i8L9DmveKgDVOKy2WBHlI9gW0J36xGX9P9jBsAt-MGlv2S/s320/poetry06_plakat-detail.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624813704352806082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic. Courtesy: Internet</span></span></div><span style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />The Cinquain</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Faces.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Halogen nights</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A whisper in the wind</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The silent city seduces</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Good Night.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Haiku</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Continuously</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It rained and drained memories.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mesonoxian.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Monostich</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I bibble a hasenpfeffer with a dangwallet daedalist on nudiustertian.</span><br /></div>Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-79474396518852684492011-07-02T01:31:00.003+05:302011-07-02T01:40:37.305+05:30Sometimes.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLB2GxKUXtKbCDOeByLVtjISGdCZNfn3jm6oj8blFX-kdyrYV5psdQd67wrpgBlo0yfgpCn_lxGvXZXzOY8TAdw3t7aGt5BKd8vd7ZiPQvN4qJt3gN9562N1rkts2EsI3lnTF4JyTs3mn/s1600/dandelion_seeds_being_blown.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLB2GxKUXtKbCDOeByLVtjISGdCZNfn3jm6oj8blFX-kdyrYV5psdQd67wrpgBlo0yfgpCn_lxGvXZXzOY8TAdw3t7aGt5BKd8vd7ZiPQvN4qJt3gN9562N1rkts2EsI3lnTF4JyTs3mn/s320/dandelion_seeds_being_blown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624478122360000578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Picture Courtesy : Internet</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Sometimes I feel</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">I'm disintegrating..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">parts of me flying away</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">like dandelions..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">they carry me to distant places.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Sometimes..I smile..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">to myself and to the passerby,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">who smiles back at me.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">I laugh..at the clock,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">who ticks so patiently..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">for hours...days and nights.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Sometimes I look at the sky </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">and I see the bright red sun..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">and then it comes down on the forehead.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">of the young girl who lived</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">near my house.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Sometimes I walk on a dark road..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">and I feel the shadows taking shape..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">and walking beside me,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">"Hullo there...Long time..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"> how've you been ???"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">and I smile and walk.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Sometimes the halogens becomes faces..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">and they call me..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">"No, my dear friend...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">I've a long way to go..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">maybe some other day I'll join you." </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Sometimes I get tired..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">and I want to rest myself for a while..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Sometimes I feel like god..I create..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">but I fail to put life in them...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Sometimes...I write my heart out..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">and my poems have a meaning.</span><br /></div>Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-37871964378771561962011-06-27T12:16:00.009+05:302011-06-27T21:39:58.588+05:30The Moment I was in heaven.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kDpKPDtzaw9i2bDLdcx2Rj0AOk1hOob9U8B2ZwguFyDCodpRd-6E620MIYGrPzMKpok6YEDWRzNoD2qffncr97r83lc8bzbgHzgaaJf4KvOhQZCXFYPXbT1eHmkFy0BDNXA-Vq7dCD_p/s1600/482518-bigthumbnail.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kDpKPDtzaw9i2bDLdcx2Rj0AOk1hOob9U8B2ZwguFyDCodpRd-6E620MIYGrPzMKpok6YEDWRzNoD2qffncr97r83lc8bzbgHzgaaJf4KvOhQZCXFYPXbT1eHmkFy0BDNXA-Vq7dCD_p/s200/482518-bigthumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622788358033090802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic. Courtesy: Internet<br /></span></div><span style="font-style:italic;"><blockquote>While I was in Kaza, Spiti Valley, HP...i really found heaven..and since then...i believe...if there is heaven on earth...try out interior Himachal on a full moon night..</blockquote></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I stood in the balcony,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">with a glass of poison..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"On the rocks".</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Its full moon today...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and it looked like a fairy...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">waving her wand,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and showering eternity on earth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dead Silence..in the middle of the night...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">the heaven seems to have lit up</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">by some borrowed eternal bliss..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The peak of Chocling La</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">stood there with grandeur</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and a bluish glow on her.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">...and we mortals...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Plunged in darkness before her.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The calm silent blueness</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">lingered in my fingers..in my glass...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">from ice to ice...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">from drop to drop...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">scattering some more divinity</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">all around.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And I stood there,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">with heaven infront...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and a divine peace.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iemWPqGCSvVHCgvA5ykaRhCC2C1ezECkCHNFBz7sYwTlGnEo6y2GaMo-kxWuuj20wpIcXhNovNaRfRepjJ_hO5dRGYpJgjoBE2d8c7oZVZHDrvxm2wbJT7pfFYLrM9d5P2-_7pGqZn76/s1600/kaza.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iemWPqGCSvVHCgvA5ykaRhCC2C1ezECkCHNFBz7sYwTlGnEo6y2GaMo-kxWuuj20wpIcXhNovNaRfRepjJ_hO5dRGYpJgjoBE2d8c7oZVZHDrvxm2wbJT7pfFYLrM9d5P2-_7pGqZn76/s320/kaza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622790192213319682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">This Photograph of the author was taken near Kaza. As far as i remember it was Kunzum Pass (4551m) and hell windy but it was an amazing trek. </span><br /></div>Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-3308512086590866032011-06-26T00:13:00.003+05:302011-06-28T00:21:47.676+05:30The Grand Piano<blockquote><span style="font-style:italic;">She was beautiful and brilliant. And she loved Beethoven and Bach and Mozart..and The Beatles...and me....<br /><br />To her.</span></blockquote><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A huge room...<br />with ceiling high above..<br />The smell of old wood<br />casted a spell...<br />a weird paralysing charm.<br />There was a fireplace too...<br />maybe for show...but it was class..<br />and a grand piano beside.<br />Typical.<br /><br /><br />She was playing a tune...<br />the famous "fur elise"...<br />Beethoven...<br />and he sat near her..<br />charmed and mesmerised.<br />He could not move his eyes from her...<br />or from her fingers...<br />which caressed the keys of the piano...<br />painting music.<br />The dim light...old woody smell...<br />Fur Elise...and a soft beam of light<br />that fell on her through the window<br />made him mad,<br />and he knew..<br />she was<br />The Chose One.<br /><br /><br />Suddenly everything vanished...<br />the piano...the room..<br />the smell...the light<br />everything...<br />into thin air.<br /><br />The room was dark,<br />with an old radio playing "fur elise"<br />and he was lying down...on a sofa..<br />his head tilted towards the ceiling.<br />There were stars...fluorescent sticker stars...<br />and he counted them..with the music filling his head.<br /><br />He could feel the woody smell...<br />Her soft touch on the piano..<br />her smile...and the smell of "Chanel"..<br /><br />and a drop rolled down.</div>Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-48555417462730821982011-06-23T22:40:00.003+05:302011-06-27T18:55:19.536+05:30The fairy<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxv4SjMWBmj3kzP_XEkUU38tHjWLbQ4XshHV-y1ZNQGb2zIDSDNe4P0bruKHsPrSj0b7UPrJJjKkDwmwERcvB3-aE8kKaC7lSXEVzEq3nTZ-qwWlh26ijXDHufbP_6PRb8XKGIuywIYmdq/s1600/Me_and_the_silence_by_Stefano83.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxv4SjMWBmj3kzP_XEkUU38tHjWLbQ4XshHV-y1ZNQGb2zIDSDNe4P0bruKHsPrSj0b7UPrJJjKkDwmwERcvB3-aE8kKaC7lSXEVzEq3nTZ-qwWlh26ijXDHufbP_6PRb8XKGIuywIYmdq/s200/Me_and_the_silence_by_Stefano83.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621465111669445906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic. Courtesy: Internet</span></div><br /><br /><br />And it flowed...from his wrist...<br />flowing down the ridges of his palm.<br />and it dripped...drop by drop...<br /><br />There was a painless silence...<br />and he heard a faint whisper.<br />and he closed his eyes.<br /><br />******************<br /><br />He had walked down that lane before..<br />long long time ago..<br />and he had seen her...<br />charmed by her beauty...a mystic aura..<br />beautiful...magical and serene.<br />and heard songs...her songs and whispers...<br />which crashed against his face...<br />and he had felt cold and numb.<br /><br />*******************<br /><br />He half-opened his eyes..<br />and looked at the closed window..<br />She was there...trying to get in...<br />desperately flapping her tiny...<br />faint shining wings...<br />She tried to get it...and failed...<br />to carry him away to peace...and failed..<br />He looked at her....<br />Her eternal blue eyes...<br />Her face fogged by his dreams....<br />and he closed his eyes.<br /><br />The fairy rubbed her wings all night...<br />trying to get to him...<br />to touch him one last time...<br />her dark cold yet relieving touch...<br />she tried and failed...<br />and she cried and left...<br /><br /><br />The crimson sticky flood has dried...<br />and turned into dark solid nothingness.Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-69643784204262518222011-06-17T15:08:00.004+05:302011-06-28T00:23:41.620+05:30Its been raining.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhr-RSetGabXA-GYl7jCs-BMXqRvfmf1Ae6Ja3qAYuz75twIahMjgsYbWAGjdlx9JDm0736YFw7wAOMFEXQlsR8NivPTixkVokNIR2vQGAY3hGSKNa6Fep51l8e32mh2I6VA5WHOrHnn4/s1600/rain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhr-RSetGabXA-GYl7jCs-BMXqRvfmf1Ae6Ja3qAYuz75twIahMjgsYbWAGjdlx9JDm0736YFw7wAOMFEXQlsR8NivPTixkVokNIR2vQGAY3hGSKNa6Fep51l8e32mh2I6VA5WHOrHnn4/s320/rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619121136964575506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic. Courtesy: Internet</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br /><br />My first disastrous attempt to write a Nonnet. :P <blockquote></blockquote></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">It has been raining for the past few days<br />The cold winds draw pictures in the air<br />The trees wildly nodding their heads<br />and the raindrops keep falling.<br />The wetness of the soil..<br />Those dreams come true again<br />pitter patter<br />Memories<br />Painting...<br />Smiles.</div>Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-296233490898088442011-06-05T15:54:00.001+05:302011-06-27T18:59:53.844+05:30And i drew a dream on water...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzn-roplwSLTeeQ34VINJhmTTS40xA8-Dcn10RecWNgZKqwE9COk1EwFcMtxCQuGPno04QNQhhsCykAel7RXv-Shw4e3ZEyagrXChDfUCj8flscEVzpksPYxa7a6XUljkzA6k8hoD4lAGh/s1600/without-words-withoutwords-rain-glass.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzn-roplwSLTeeQ34VINJhmTTS40xA8-Dcn10RecWNgZKqwE9COk1EwFcMtxCQuGPno04QNQhhsCykAel7RXv-Shw4e3ZEyagrXChDfUCj8flscEVzpksPYxa7a6XUljkzA6k8hoD4lAGh/s320/without-words-withoutwords-rain-glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614680335889380466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic. Courtesy: Internet</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br />I write these rhymes for your smiles...<br />that drizzles like a sudden rain..<br />in a sultry afternoon.<br />Those twinkling of your eyes..<br />It shimmers like the distant city lights...<br />That heaven above...descends upon you.<br /><br />I write these for those droplets of rain...<br />still standing on my pane..<br />biding me one last goodbye.<br />and slowly dragging themselves away..<br />drying out....dying out..<br /><br />I write these to tell you what i see..<br />that fills my head..<br />To run across the field...<br />the dewy grass kissing my feet.<br />and i dream.<br />wishes that flutters like a butterfly,<br />and i try to catch them.<br />and i fail again and again.<br /><br />And i drew these ..these poems and pictures...<br />with my breath....<br />but someday...it will fade too...<br />along with your dreamy eyes...your dewy touch...<br />and my dream colored sketch.Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-32715643459596402712011-05-23T22:00:00.001+05:302011-06-27T19:36:38.532+05:30And I wish i could wake up.....<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsFKTILMjjcgn4egeJlJqlCfpF0ACiWk-cY_UAQpCDV5Ig0cZsmAqHAPPlFabx_ppGdkL48Ev4MNSS9aKdfLeBOcozaL4hIQBJARpyWKE3QBVvGOyv85HN0vHraTvoZY1zksLI-marRgYc/s1600/DSCN0493.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsFKTILMjjcgn4egeJlJqlCfpF0ACiWk-cY_UAQpCDV5Ig0cZsmAqHAPPlFabx_ppGdkL48Ev4MNSS9aKdfLeBOcozaL4hIQBJARpyWKE3QBVvGOyv85HN0vHraTvoZY1zksLI-marRgYc/s320/DSCN0493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609952647356337410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> Photograph taken by the Author of this Blog.</span><br /></div><br /><br />And you think you are a poet...<br />you think you are a dreamer...<br />your words paint pictures on water...<br />while your light gets dimmer...<br /><br />Your hope is fake...and your smile is vile...<br />and your poem stutters...as they drizzle...<br />cold...and numb.<br /><br />You dream??? Of what???<br />Of days and nights...<br />and lights???<br />of love and hate...???<br />Of life and death !!!<br /><br />You dream of mornings..and dawn and dusk...<br />You dream a lot...my friend...wake up!!!!<br /><br /><br />Look around...its not the world you paint...<br />These poems are not the doorways...<br />and noone shall ever walk through them...<br />noone will ever...smell those flowers you bloom..<br />or taste those fruits...<br />or feel those butterflies fluttering away...<br /><br />You make a lost world only for yourself...<br /><br /><br />Not a dreamer...you're a loner...<br />Dont dream....<br /><br />Wake up.Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-7820600434601323082011-05-21T19:44:00.001+05:302011-06-27T19:38:15.673+05:30One Morning...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6cMkAqNsQ9_Z1iw7fMSejsY_riuZY60Cv4kf310keotS5iFgotpivh92MC0HFsIHmr84LvL3_VWPuEnvAJHrMZXTCqojkJyAmIOuratuTOU74rN0ZMBN5t9tnfFnRaFk8teJyF7guQhD/s1600/raindrops.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6cMkAqNsQ9_Z1iw7fMSejsY_riuZY60Cv4kf310keotS5iFgotpivh92MC0HFsIHmr84LvL3_VWPuEnvAJHrMZXTCqojkJyAmIOuratuTOU74rN0ZMBN5t9tnfFnRaFk8teJyF7guQhD/s320/raindrops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609173395246238802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic. Courtesy: Internet</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br />These are words...<br />words that i find...from deep inside...<br />To show you the world...through my eyes...<br />the soil I smell....and the silence I hear...<br /><br />I love to dream...and paint them...<br />with colored smokes..and crystal glasses...<br />but when i touch them...it shatters into pieces...<br />and pierces me...slashing...telling me my own muses...<br /><br />And i open the window...one fine morning...<br />It had been raining...<br />and i breathe in....mouthful of red..and yellow and green...<br />the freshness and the dream...<br />and the silence of the pitter patter of the rain...<br /><br />And i saw a man...sleeping at my door...<br />the fresh morning sleep....<br />tattered clothes...soaked in rain...weiry...<br />The same old face....with wrinkles of denial....<br />with his bowl being dragged away by some dogs..<br /><br />I went down...and shooed them away...<br />brought in the bowl and washed it...<br />and then took out a paper..and wrote...<br />wrote a poem maybe...and then tore it apart...<br />Its not for me...it never was...<br />and then kept an apple and a banana in the bowl..<br />and took it back to him...<br /><br />Was this the answer..answer to my wordlessness...<br />answer to the rains...to hunger...to dreams..<br />I tucked in a 50Rupees note his tattered shirt...<br />and he opened his eyes....with so much calmness and peace...<br /><br />and I said..."Wonderful morning...isnt it??"<br />and he smiled..Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708800584347205515.post-91821555326769414082011-05-04T13:00:00.001+05:302011-06-27T19:43:06.824+05:30The Broken Effigy of a Poet...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OKLrNHeAFG_dlNqkP9h1QhN4IG4PcFqMZx2Z-L8Ie1Q3s817fcWketdRMU50TWhouxyLlmef7FifTE0GKfTpZiMCfRagVyKKNmI46iyN1wlR_zHmrsrnHezWy9HpOCmbOM_dIa7s3Fz9/s1600/moon.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OKLrNHeAFG_dlNqkP9h1QhN4IG4PcFqMZx2Z-L8Ie1Q3s817fcWketdRMU50TWhouxyLlmef7FifTE0GKfTpZiMCfRagVyKKNmI46iyN1wlR_zHmrsrnHezWy9HpOCmbOM_dIa7s3Fz9/s320/moon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602763711854885474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Pic. Courtesy: Internet</span><br /></div> <br /> <br /><br />And he kept the pen aside...<br /><br /><br /> The pages tattered,<br /> scattered.<br /> <br /> And then there was a violent<br /> laughter...<br /> and then cries... <br /> The cry turned into silence...<br /> pitch dark silence...<br /> The silence that chokes man...<br /><br /> and we drank...<br /> we drank to his freedom...<br /> we drank to his victory..<br /> to his death...<br /> to immortality.<br /><br /><br /> Cheers,<br /><br /> His pen...cold again...<br /> inkless...<br /> lifeless...Akashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17445975485350651034noreply@blogger.com0