March 2012
14 posts
if i could tell , my hearts wish ,if i could take out that tender heart, which cry at the slightest prick,if i could tell i am not thankless
The moments of loneliness,the moments, silent ,when the walls whisper my name, to hold on till dawn.
Hear the light calling my name, want me to walk on rainbows, to set myself free…
Dream of houses,small houses,tucked away spaces,coffee smelled corners mingled with your smell,with words on the walls and light as music.
‘home’ we created in the corners , in the alleyways ,at the end of world,enclosing it by the air we breath , with the dreams we dreamt..
and those bricks are not ‘bricks’ ..they are part of our souls..put together..to make that...
someday this room will become human , having seen me going through all the times. walls will melt, crying and laughing with passion of love.
If only the walls could tell stories , of u and me , of us , of our passion , of our fall , if only walls could tell stories..
if walls could absorb the sadness in my heart , if it could give me strength , if it could hold me when i am weak ,if it could be...
If i could stand on my feet , walk on water , cross oceans , if my heart could hear the love song again ,if i could …
Times will change , and so do ‘we’, lets meet after we are done with it , to ‘love’ again .
Attics
Dreamed about attics,maybe its about spaces in our mind ,covered with cobwebs, which we seldom visit ,am building my home there.
They say you got poetry in you ,dear friends its pain twisted by words ,it makes my days more bearable and my nights more dreamy.
They called us mad , my dear , they called us mad, and we call ourselves dreamers , nevertheless it hurts , they call us mad.
In the sunshine , we shine , and the world disappear..we burn to shine ,and then they call us mad..
They called us mad , my dear , they called us mad, and we call ourselves dreamers , nevertheless it hurts , they call us mad.
mask my dear , wear it , mask of the fake confidence ,the world praise the mask , not your little heart’s conflicts , wear ur mask dear.
Let’s boast about me and you , lets boast! , we might sleep well in the night then , loved for the wrong reasons!
And i talked truth , and they hated me , and i never talked again .Not to prove any point my dear , just to save the truth in my heart.
In the beginning was the myth. God, in his search for self-expression, invested the souls of Hindus, Greeks, and Germans with poetic shapes and continues to invest each child’s soul with poetry every day.
The shore.
Never knowing the distance, never knowing presence;
like a wave searching for the shore,
like the evening sun searching for the sea; lost,
for a moment before I take a new birth.
Corners of the worlds, I, stood alone,
and searched my soul till end of or worlds,
till I found nothing morethan my grey shadow, with me, everytime.
I searched for the eye, which lead me to the end of the...
“To live is to love; the rest is cancer.”
May 2009
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becoming the truth
Along the hard crust of deep snows,
To the secret, white house of yours,
So gentle and quiet – we both
Are walking, in silence half-lost.
And sweeter than all songs, sung ever,
Are this dream, becoming the truth,
Entwined twigs’ a-nodding with favor,
The light ring of your silver spurs…
- Anna Akhmatova
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I ran
See, I think you’re scared. You put up a big glass wall to keep from getting hurt. But it also keeps you from getting touched. It’s a risk, isn’t it, girl? At least I had the guts to admit what I felt. Someday you’re gonna have to come up with the courage to admit you care.
‘I care’ she said.
I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery...
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This is a Photograph of Me
It was taken some time ago
At first it seems to be
a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flecks blended with the paper;
then, as you scan it, you can see something in the left-hand corner a thing that is like a branch: part of a tree (balsam or spruce) emerging and, to the right, halfway up what ought to be a gentle
slope, a small frame house.
In the background there is a lake, and beyond...