Love is Blind?
Sunday October 07th 2007, 6:27 pm
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Poetry
Its been a while since you have been sleeping.
Ever wondered that you were even breathing.
You have been living in a slumber,
Cut down to a virtual world under.
Is the dream u dreamt a dream,
or the life u lived was a life
U chew this when u wake up to this feeling,
That was always down there reeling.
When u c the dream coming true,
And you wonder whether the life now is a chimera,
or are you still not out of the blue.
The world seems quite different,
Strange you never saw it so in the present.
The heart comes to life,
As if it was never there all this while.
This is what you always wanted to find.
Who says Love is Blind??
Ironical Fall!!
Tuesday June 12th 2007, 6:39 am
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PoetryWhenever I see a kid learning to walk,
I see him getting up all by himself every time he falls.
I wonder then,
How ironical it is,
That when he grows up and grows tall,
He looks for a hand to hold him on his every fall….
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The Bridge….
Thursday November 02nd 2006, 7:55 am
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Poetry
My heart bleeds when I see a hungry child sifting through filth.
His protruding rib-cage tells the nights spent on zilch.
My soul cries when I see a poor man getting drenched in rain,
Without even trying to find a shelter to end his pain.
He may look sadistic to one n all,
But its his way of asking God to test his wherewithall.
My heart bleeds when I see a naked woman lying on the street,
Famished and Ravaged.
Looking in neverland,as if to foresee,
When will be the day when God will set her free.
My soul cries when I see a man hovering around the foodshop,
Waiting with patient breath for a pie of food to drop,
For those last drops of tea, on which he can feast,
Before the waiter clears the table, or the roadside dog comes to compete.
My heart bleeds when I see ppl standing in queue outside the temple premises,
Some with folded hands while others with open crevices.
They wait at the end of the duct for the offerings to flow,
To gorge on the filth that would be their only blessing to show.
My soul cries when I see rows and rows of ladies baring flesh,
Ready to be sold for as low as one can profess.
They satiate the carnal desires of the virile,
To make their children eat for a while.
My heart bleeds when I see abject poverty,
Breeding at the cost of an opulent society.
My soul cries when I see poor ppl giving up on life,
And live dead every day to fight the strife.
All this makes me to ask HIM,
When will this bridge be ever dissolved.
HE answers with a smirk on his face,
Its not me who has created this ever-widening space.
I made the world as equal,
Thus its you, my man, who should find a way to get it resolved.
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Break Free
Friday July 28th 2006, 2:51 pm
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PoetrySometimes I want to break free.
From the rubble rousing,
From the ever maddening rat race.
From the blaming world.
From all the noises that make you think.
And all the inner ones that make you introspect.
From the world of expectations.
From the sea of emotions,
That vary from being dried out to deluged.
From the need of material comforts,
Which like shadows keep growing through the day.
From the plethora of questions that dont let you sleep,
Or those that you are being asked at.
From the need to be always correct,
A need to achieve perfection.
To a world devoid of voice.
Where I could just hear the breeze flowing,
And the brook that chuckles on meeting rocks.
To a void that makes you stop thinking.
To the lost innocence which disowns worries.
To a world detached from any bondings.
To a world where opinion loses its meaning,
To a place of muted judgement.
Where neither virtue nor vice matters,
As there is no one to categorize it thus.
Where you dont bother for things which broke,
To a world which is not perfect.
I want to break free………..
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The Churning Within
Tuesday June 27th 2006, 5:48 pm
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Poetry
The fingers pointing increase in number,
The yelling shakes the slumber.
It disturbs the calm beneath,
And brings with it questions umpteenth.
I am made to introspect,
To put the broken things correct.
I am made to wonder,
Is everything within asunder.
When the doubts shudder the belief,
Hoping it may all not turn out to be grief.
Even then u hear the whisper somewhere inside,
Saying Time will help to get over the tide.
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He……
Tuesday May 02nd 2006, 4:38 am
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PoetryHe has been an idol to me since childhood.
What generally every child has in his growing years.
He is one helluva perfectionist.
He taught me all the ethics and ideals in life.
He taught me to stand up to any wrong being done.
He instilled in me enof courage to fight any indiscretion.
He taught me to fight even if nothing goes your way,
except the Will that says “Hold On”(IF i cud lift some lines)
N this is wht he still makes me do, in times of distress.
He inspired me to lead a life of sacrifices,
As what he always does, leading by example.
He didn’t blink when my studies costed beyond the reach.
He changed his ways to let me prosper.
He is damn emotional, but has the spirit to fight the odds.
He is transparent with heart, n anybody can read him inside out.
He is the crowd puller, and has the gift of the gab.
He can talk on any topic, and make sense of it.
He is a charmer, loving as well as lovable.
Wht is more, he is my Dad.
N today is his b’day.
Happy B’day Dad.
This is for you.
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Resilience
Friday March 17th 2006, 12:24 pm
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PoetryJust a random poem I composed this morning.
I do flutter in emotions,
and become pessimistic,
I can feel my heart in motion,
and tht too erratic,
Just when i feel that my patience will snap,
Life bounces back.
