The Garden Of Life

What would you be –?

2011-05-28T00:09:00.001-07:00

What if you lose all –?
Sight, speech, sugar, sun.
Just anyone. Just anything.

Someone you thought you can hold onto but can't reach them.
Someone who can see you but you can't. Why? Off course you're blind
Someone who could hear you can't. Can you hear. You're deaf.
Some who you could lend a kiss to but don't have money.
Just THAT someone, just THAT you thought was another one. In a stack of hay?

What would you be –?
An object, a subject of study.
A rag doll, goat eyed G-i-joe.

Coffined

2011-05-28T00:08:00.001-07:00

I built myself a coffin some years ago
And had kept nails and hammer in a drawer.
I told just one person this secret.
Oh and he,
He dug my grave quietly with his aids.
Nailed me down, pinned me up.
He killed me with a kiss and ate me slow.

Look at me you all. I’m bleeding
Filling that bowl with my dark red.
He told me once it smelt good. My sweat. A bliss.
Today as he licks it – sweat and blood – he shows no remorse.
Murderer and rapist of my emotions, I swear.
He didn’t even leave one bone of me, for myself.
Yes, he killed me with a kiss and ate me slow.

I knew it would come. But I deceived my heart into it.
I kept his adrenalin rushing.
Why? No. That’s a silly question.
I’ll still try answering – That sweet poison called love.
He intoxicated me. And, I sold my soul to this devil, love.
At times he cushioned my back and most of the times he bargained.
True, I hold this thought close to me now – He killed me with a kiss and ate me slow.

19.03.2011

Burning Down to Ashes

2011-05-28T00:06:00.000-07:00

I’ll burn down to ashes,
Blend of soil, skin, blood and bones.
Perhaps, you know you can’t make love to them,
Listen – don’t even try.
You can contain me in a vessel,
It could be earthen or steel.
Try conjuring me in your thoughts;
My nails, my breast, my spine, my love handles. Just every bit of me.
But, I’ll burn down to ashes,
One day. Yes some day. Then, I’ll be insanely cold.

I’ll crawl in your thoughts,
You know how a toddler would, right?
My fingers you’ll try to hold.
They won’t grow back, but. Don’t you already know?
Smear colours on my face. Mascara, lipstick and kohl.
And, plant one wet kiss on my lips, ears and my toes.
Fondle me with your paint brush fingers.
Tickle me, hug me, and wrestle me.
I promise. I’ll crawl in your thoughts,
You know how a toddler would, right?

I’ll sit and stand if you say,
You know how disciplined I am?
Your white wine and brot won’t work on me,
I won’t feed on them, any longer.
But fold me, my arms and tender thighs. Mould me, roll me on satin sheets.
Aye, don’t leave me alone.
Stick your tongue out,
Let your love salivate.
I’ll stand and sit if you say so,
You know how disciplined I am.

But wait. Do you believe all I said just now?
Do you conceive what I read to you right now?
I’ll crawl, I’ll, sit and stand today.
Tomorrow I’ll burn down into ashes,
Swept away.

I repeat.

I’ll crawl, I’ll, sit and stand today.
And I’ll burn down to ashes,
Swept away.

16.03.2011
Written against the tick-tock of violent clock.

...

2009-11-22T18:26:00.000-08:00

merging canopies
swelled up ocean
bouncing trees
vanishing horizon

rattling blood
sinister creaks
molten food
breathing tweaks

rising low and falling high
blinking a tear
a loners cry;
was he the last lear?

PS: Help me give it a title.

Realizations

2009-11-16T18:56:00.000-08:00

I'm scared of silence.

I'm scared of being alone/lonely.

I'm scared of apprehensions.

I'm scared of uncertainty

I'm scared of instability.

I'm, i'm scared.

Sand and Sea

2009-11-16T03:23:00.000-08:00

Hush hush, I'm coming to thee
Grab me now, kiss me now
Blend me, bend me
cuddle me, tickle me
Don't ask me how...

Hush, I'm coming to thee.

2009-11-14T08:22:00.001-08:00

And i am back :-)

I am a Miracle

2009-11-01T20:17:00.001-08:00

I am poverty
I am disease

I am hunger
I am thirst

I am impotent
I am profuse

I am famine
I am drought

I am hay
I am straw

I am rag
I am unproportioned

I am a curse
I am a catastrophe

I am a destitute
I am a vacancy

BUT I am a miracle
Because I survive
I live without any black,
yellow or white

A This and A That

2009-11-01T01:50:00.001-07:00

A tide that rattles and hisses and snores
A wave that benumbs the silence of the shore

A road that calls and ferries big and small
A highway that falls and robs many of all

A girl and a boy too young to be coy
a man and a woman too old to deify

A pencil that sharpens a poets wits
A pen that sings and feathers the hits

A hammer that sings and flattens the bump
A gong that sounds and soothes the grizzly lump

A game of hide and seek when chased in the sun
a game of snakes and ladders when reaching for the bacon

a this and a that
a cap and a hat
chapped lips, cracked heels

Thats all for the show.

Inexplicable

2009-10-31T22:23:00.000-07:00

Some things are hard to explain. you've got to dig deep into the flesh to know whats in there ... Really... ♥

Me, a reigning lass

2009-10-31T22:20:00.000-07:00

I remember the rainy day
when i swayed and swayed
with barley on my way

I remember the twigs and twittering birds
making love to May
amidst the sleeping herd

I remember the rawness of the man
i met and gave an invite
which now is but a fan

To all who love
to all who want
I'm but a butterfly

I'll sit there not
I'll sit here not
I'm all i want, i am.

(inspired to write... though its definitely not as good a response to one of my friend's poem - http://domeoftheduke.blogspot.com/2009/06/letter-from-my-next-lane-lass.html)

Crimson -Toe

2009-10-31T22:12:00.000-07:00

The stars came down last night
caressing me.

And with their tiny toes painted crimson
walked past my woes.

Stupidity Stunt

2009-10-30T21:46:00.001-07:00

It's funny to read people commenting on other bloggers' posts and shout mix - "blah blah , its a nice blog. please hop onto mine. and there goes the link of their blog."

I choose to call it stupidity stunt.

Like are you kidding me? If people like your blog they'll post the happy stuff for you. Such losers. Get some life.

2009-10-30T21:42:00.000-07:00

Today is not one of those days. Its' gloomy. It's Gothic. It's sickening.

I'm waiting for the clouds to clear...

Q/A

2009-10-28T01:03:00.001-07:00

ABC – Concentration level?
Me – Zero

ABC - Sleep deprived?
Me - Not really. May be yes. Willingly.

ABC - Repulsion to food
Me- Yes, intensely. Not hungry at all.

ABC - Ready to hibernate?
Me - Been a month now

ABC - What next?
Me - Get Lost.

ABC – Friends?
ME – Want no more.

ABC – Wanna go out? Film, lunch, dinner or something?
ME – Refer to answer 3.

2009-10-03T05:29:00.000-07:00

i feel a little wicked,

and my veins dance to the cryptic songs

on the days

like today.

Splash

2009-06-01T07:35:00.000-07:00

I am so much not myself these days. You know it’s a weird feeling. Its as if my brain is growing out of my head. It’s as if the veins are spilling blood all around…its like theres no room for any thing.

Very unlike me to have thrown away the phone in some other room when you know that this girl keeps her phone handy and replies or responds to either calls or sms’s within a fraction of a second. Yeh. I did that and have done it for over last two weekends.

May be all this while I was not me…

I know I will be somehow fine because the head is where the heart is.

An Elegy Bemoaned

2008-08-06T02:04:00.001-07:00

“Written on a paper in black ink
Read all who may.
Pray and raise a toast, a drink,
My elegy it is, such I Portray”

******* *******

Ma, I heard your voice
And you calling me loud
Now I don’t have any choice
For you are under your shroud

What you said was right
I could never gauge it then
With you I kicked a fight
When I ran away to learn one-to-ten

“Nobody is going to be yours
When I’m gone my child”
Now when my plight soars
I know every grain of your thought Ma’ was beyond mild

Under the frozen stars I lay on my bed
Waiting to be scavenged anytime; he would say
“Wife you are mine in this locked-wed
Pretend before this world that you are fine, come let’s play”

Morning he goes for work
Leaving me to blemish my woes in a corner
I count the seconds to wait for the serpent to lurk
Returning me favors by giving me the fur

Too many chances but I lost each time
I was fifteen when I first bore a child
Within days of bliss I tasted the lime
I was tamed thereafter like an animal wild

I remember your words Ma’ your kisses and hugs
Pull me out Ma’ before I drown
In the streets ma’ perennial with threats of thugs
I pray each Day to swallow the Nightly frown

Finally in my death-tray today
I have no-one to hear my coffined moans
I’m giving back this life what I never got per say
A debt I have to re-pay; the scars form this life I got on loan

Dreams

2008-07-15T23:57:00.000-07:00

I want to become an Author.

queer fishing of my thoughts... !

Hail My Dreams...!

....

2008-07-12T06:53:00.000-07:00

Rise and fall...

fall and rise...

these slippery roads

made me a victim of my bliss....

Amen...

On a Serios Thought...

2008-07-05T02:22:00.000-07:00

"Life is a flash between birth and death"

there are days when each one of us is at the sprightliest best which are equated well with the days that are low like the hell depths.

i am no exception.

Isnt life a habit for each one of us??? we get up ... yawn...get on with the daily chores..skimm through newspapers...eat..work/study...get back from school or college or office...get back to the normal schedule and hah ... we call it a day...!

one day gone.. second and then suddenly you realise that shit..20 years have gone by (its about me).

family ...and friends ...and the special ones... everyone is there but you still feel for that one second .. that you are amidst the jungle of your heart with you and you alone. Nah this doesn't mean you are Schizophrenic or something.

its a mere bifurcation of your tiny self...! communicate and relax... and breath... !

i try to do it often... move around when immensely restless . after sometime get to the normal self and then again breathless.

waiting for the day to be sane... in this crabby world...

woof... woof... duh .. my concentration has dipped again... thanks to my neighbours dog.

duh but yes .. My search is still on...I am waiting o quench the thirst of the bouncing heart...

PS:

Live every moment of life... and smile...!

sniff sniff...!

"Thoughts fade away"

Grin Grin

signs off!

2008-06-29T00:30:00.000-07:00

A long tiring tedious first day at work and with a puppy face I get back home.

The only person who does realize this is her. Se got food for me... Asked me how my day was and heard me jabber throughout telling her how this corporate world is … backbiting… sweet gestures and A-Z of it all!

She never got tired. Smiled and said…”its okay …its just the beginning …you’ll get used to it…”

Next morning….woke up early… made quick breakfast… still confused whether I should take “ladyfinger or bitter gourd” … came to me and asked... “What is it that you want to eat for lunch?”

I said…: Ladyfinger... (She knows it’s my besteset ever freaky food)

She smiled and went away doing the usual chores.

Gleefully I leave for work…

Evening … “my nose-pin was missing”

Everybody at home shared evening pleasantries… but that was her again this time.. saying where is your nose-pin…and I wasn’t an ounce amused…

That woman is my mother…!

So much I love her despite blown out fights and screams…!

I love you ma!

Naughty memory !

2008-05-12T09:29:00.001-07:00

girl : oh wow ! how are you doing my love ?
..
boy: absolutely fine.
..
girl : huh ! you were supposed to call up in five minutes...
..
boy : baby baby baby baby !
..
girl : huh , C.R.A.P. (hangs up)
..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
..
Interval of 5 minutes 15 seconds exactly

..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
..
Boy: Love you baby !
..
girl : huh ! (evil girl .. ! she thinks of fooling him by pretending to be angry)
..
Boy : I'm sorry ! i couldn't because.....1. 2. 3. 4. 5. (were the reasons given) !
..
Girl : Huh !
..
boy : (damn he gets angry ! )
..
Girl : so i don't have anything to talk about !
..
Boy : i too don't have anything to say , but think if you want to ..
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Girl (silent for 5 seconds) yeh i do ! .... I LoveYou !
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Boy ... : (gives dirty looks) and ooooo ! gives those horny naughty look too .. makes a grunty grunty sound and says !! awwww baby ! I Love you too !
..
:D

:P

Girl : Caught you ! haha ! I love you too baby !

"chuckle ... laughter...murmurs...whispers..."

a naughty memory ! :)

Cheers !

More than many ... times !

2008-05-09T20:51:00.000-07:00

There are times when nothing seems right
And I persuade myself to see the bright light,
But nothing in this world can clear this mist
And I begin to write with a tight fist

There are times when I want to talk
And that’s when I decide to pitch in for a walk
But everything on this mighty earth resembles dirt
And I begin to drown in the puddle and yes it hurts

There are times when nothing sounds like honey
And I long to create a symphony
But nothing matches the tune
And I begin to make castles similar to sand-dune

There are times when I want to smell the mud
And that’s when I pray in vain and hear a thud
But everything sizzles mockingly in mirth
And I begin to provide a spark to the dying hearth

There are times and I have seen more than many
When blisters in the sun seem uncanny
But round the bush along the street
There aren’t people you want to call your own... whoever you meet.

There are times and times there are…
There are times and times there are…

Above Average

2008-05-09T20:47:00.000-07:00

Above average:

Without doubt it is dedicated to all the toppers who feel that they’ve bought the world with their screwed up intelligence and presume that the world cant do without them … the fake attitude is a synonym for them and life an antonym!

Three cheers for the above average who live life and let others too ! atleast they don’t live in a misconception of the world spinning on their tunes!

So here goes this dedication

~~~

To the topper,

Yes, I am talking to you

You right there
Standing so insecure

How I pity you
For you think the world will fall for you?

Do you know we talk about your daily woes?
Which bother you day and night, yeah your foes!

There, you are, standing tall…
Thinking of when you might fall
You leap
Sweep
Stumble
And mumble
In between there’s a strand of marks
And you run after them as if you made the ocean and you are the shark

Hussshhh! Hussssssh!
This phrase is your priceless key
You’ll fall if I tear off your jealousy
May be even your pretension
That you do nothing but remain in a solemn den!

We are the bunch of above average
We care not if you eat cabbage
All we worry about is the mask you wear
Because in the end you’ll lose out and call life unfair…

Let me warn you, and tell you all
Those who know they are just an inch away from the fall
In the end, these marks can’t buy you a penny
So watch out, before you get obsessed with your own testimony

We are the bunch of above average
We care not if you eat cabbage
All we worry about is the mask you wear
Because in the end you’ll lose out and call life unfair…

With love
The fraternity of the above average !

;)

yes evil is my second name : ;) !

teaser

2008-05-09T20:41:00.000-07:00

Winter time and I hug my coffee mug
To grab the warmth and tease it with a shrug.
The same that knocked the sun out
With the shiver that came with a hungry slight pout,
It dared to sprinkle
And hum a jingle
And stumbled right across, to make me speak.
Darn it, it did succeed.

Good morning
;)

Pity-worthy : Human heart

2008-04-01T06:05:00.000-07:00

was reading the newspaper early morning.

It couldn't have been more depressing ... Bull-shit ... more of rapes and murders and juvenile crimes.

can someone put a fullstop to this rust thats making everyone so hollow.

i end up with the same thought each time i read any column.. whether it is :"5 year girl raped" or "senior citizens brutally murdered". rather is hould put it this way : i don even need to look at these headers, it is heart scorching without it too.

theres so much to ruminate about but ruminate without action...makes me helpless...

next might be your chance or somebody you know .. or the stranger you saw crossing the street . phew .. fragile life ...

i pity the human heart, desires @ cost of others happiness, devious lust.

Far Beyond Mend

2008-04-01T05:56:00.000-07:00

This poem bears no resemblance to anyone dead or alive ... mere product of fictitious thought !

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Far Beyond Mend

Prologue:

should i tell him today?
or let it be till next May.
maybe puke it all for his sake
and steal the warmth with bundles of snow flakes

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Its been long, i come to tell thee
been hiding the curtain, guilt-free
but yesterday, i learn its too unfair
to lend you hopes and cushion of my care

with all the charm i won your eye
and giggled throughout minus a sigh
you drunk all moments of immense toil
when the girl in me you thought, was more than loyal

i am the same, but i am to blame
its not a matter of love neither of shame
this road which is ought to bend
ah ! i know today ill lose a friend

would you want that too?
or want further cues
to curse my fate
for i raised the veil too late??

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epilog

ue:

I was in love, and i love Him still
he is my life and forever will be
know that, i kept it hidden
for you were just a friend , and i pray you forget it within the count of ten.

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20th March '08

The wounds that don’t Sell...

2008-03-02T06:23:00.000-08:00

It was love at first sight
This is what we all say...am I right???
So much you jingle the bell...
But who knows that the fate would be so hard to tell

I was once a kid in this whole affair
Clinging onto the cliff I did dare
But how would I know I would be stabbed
Into the spring of a muddle would I be grabbed…

Should I grumble for the pain I smell?
Or rattle for the wounds that don’t sell
I abstain from re-living the blues
For I can’t no more let you take over my life’s hues

Whenever I walk on the wet floor
You wouldn’t know if it was me who shut the door
For I’m prepared to cast enough rays of grimace
To satiate what I still see on your face

I still wander through the crowded street
Hoping to greet the morning dew with my feet
I still wait for the sprinkle of shower
That’ll blow life into the withering bowers

It is a wish, nothing more than that, I swear
I’ve stripped my mind of the love I used to wear
It’s too late for I’ve drawn the fence
I’ll allow now the lemon to wound the silence

I have mopped the memories
You no more exist and cease
Not anymore, not any way near my shore
Will I let the times explore…

It was love at first sight
This is what we all say...am I right???
So much you jingle the bell
But who knows that the fate would be so hard to tell...

He shall be born soon

2008-02-17T06:45:00.000-08:00

Another stormy night sings a lulaby
he reminscices the moment she said Good-bye
strumming the guitar strings under the willow tree
he sings "you're mine and forever shall be"

Carrying his saga in the sack
insanity rules this maniac
denying him the red, green, blue
his eyes pester him to shed a tear or two

Drunk with the strength she gave
he's no less than a slave
praying that the heavens may rain
he weeps alongside to hide his pain

He's drowned in the flood
his corpse washed in mud
only the clouds moan
for he has noone whom he calls his own

Another stormy night shall come
another song the love-struck shall hum
to tell u whether his love was a bane or a boon
he shall be born very soon

A Silent War

2008-02-17T06:40:00.000-08:00

Banging the head against the wall
they think i'm having a ball
little do they know of the silent war
of which i have the KeYs in my drawer

Haunting words of hollow praise
that sets my yearning ablaze
flames n blames, a sparkling game t
hey still move about, minus the shame

Scavenging the contradiction of my mind
drumbeats i hear which makes me blind
fluorescent in their fantasy
they hunt for triumph, that ecstacy

Grounded to the threshold
my search for HOrizon makes me bold
wired garlands they prepare
yet i dare to challenge their flare

Tagging me a rebel, crowning me a traitor
Submissiveness is not what i cater
tinkling sounds of the wind-chime
my WORLD remains sublime

a War that settles for liberation
yet no heir to the throne for accession
illusion ed by the manipulative mind
agitativen self-reflexive..i'm ready to unwind

A Journey from allusion to self-awareness..
it's a fumble and not a mess
tempted mind wages a WAR
of which i hold the keys in my drawer..

fateful ransom....

2008-02-15T02:50:00.000-08:00

I poke my veins pretty hard
And allow the others to play the cars
Will I win or will I not
I don’t care for I don’t believe in jack-pot

You rattle and hiss and gamble along
Was the blind-fold worn for too long?
Misery knocked me down
When truth bungeed with a notorious frown.

Let’s hold it, say not for a minute now.
Don’t even ask what, when and how.
For you know, you’ve wandered for a while now
Without knowing that you dug my grave, so sound

I know not my love, you could scavenge
Neither do I ask you if it was any revenge
But I regret for you having me on the bedroom wall
When you crippled me, leaving me behind, unable to crawl

Into the darkness of my own world
I wish nothing so lame to unfurl.
Good-by too late,
For this ransom of yours sealed the fate.

2008-02-15T02:44:00.000-08:00

I wake up right from the wrong side
and look up to the hazel sky
Had my pet not soiled my quilty ride
I could have caught two more bugs that passed by

I plunge onto the muddy roads
To bridle my flimsy whims
And there I dip into the summer mode
And blissfully tire my limbs

And here i open my wings and soar high,
beneath the shadow of the roof for the sky,
Inch by Inch, as i continue to fly
I flipped my ground in one try

With a drowsy droopy head
I forego my mug of beer
To run for the nuts instead
And caress the oblivion so near

To top it all I begin to crawl
And babble like a child
Wearing the mysterious look I enter the hall
For sure only to roar as if in the wild

In the bliss of ignorance
I shun what you recommend
Because ill slip into my shell for once
And not let the roof for the sky bend

Nothing can lend me solace
But the arms of the mighty oceans
On the sands of time will I leave no trace
For there are too many who are ready to mourn

Had enough of my habitual anecdote
That incessantly numbs my soul
I can no longer let the residue float
To dig a grave in the name of a hole

To melt the ice I’ve shed my tears
Allowed then even to multiply
But the blindfolded mouths and the ears
Never answer the why’s…

"WHY?"

2007-05-27T02:51:00.000-07:00

Why can’t I drink the anger?
Why can’t the frozen lakes cry?
Why can’t the medicines of faith cure?
Why can’t the feastings get over tonight?

Why cant the shattered loyalty surface?
Why can’t the mistakes mend on their own?
Why can’t the steps retreat 2 the start?
Why can’t the seeds of pain groan?

Why can’t the dead mourn?
Why can’t the fakeness succumb?
Why can’t the life take death in loan?
Why can’t we speak when numb?

So many of the whys
I don’t want no lies…
My nerves of steel need some music
To tear off my sanity until it cries…

I need no sympathy
For so many of you will shudder;
Think of it as insane
Don’t ask me WHY it’s so simple and plain…

Why, why, why, why….?????

"HOARSE TALES OF A WHORE"

2007-05-27T02:48:00.000-07:00

Behind the veil that she wears
She hides a gaze for she learnt to swear
She grounds her eyes, bores a hole deep
They taught her the art of promiscuous sleep
Cashing upon frozen tears
Seasonal juices she’ll lose, she fears
Mirrors will reflect the fissured skin
Yet the empty stomach prepares to commit a sin
The gentle blush upon a touch
A shriek unheard is made 2 hush
Slithering monsters grabbing by the arm
Picking and choosing the fruits of the farm

For her love is a tale
Most unheard, yet like many she fails…
A grain of sand was picked from a few
She kissed him and he disappeared like dew
In a delusion she lived and awaited
For the night to come and love satiated
The longest night in her dreams it was
A salty night silenced the pause
The lunatic days lingered for long
She heaved and sighed and played a song
Lonesome in the quilt she lay
Waiting for the snakes to hiss and throw her away

This is her journey so grim, so vague
She loved him yet died of this plague
Welcomed by the honest grave
Shell sleep forever in its arms, she’s safe
In the darkness of the day
Her eyes will decay
The moon will rise
The sun will shine
She’ll risk her flesh with an earnest mind
She’ll play the sport, before she’s blind
For Behind the veil that she wears
She hides a gaze for she learnt to swear…

sonoo manola...

"sold out body but a virgin heart, thats a whore for you all..."

my best poem ever....

"NAMESAKE"

2007-05-27T02:47:00.000-07:00

“I searched for myself
With doubts
If I ever did exist
Or too scattered was the claim?

Was I too high
To free myself
From the fetters I carry
With the name?

I’m free but laughing
Laughing yet sighing
Coz I can’t figure out
In an acute maze of flame

Shedded tears for the namesake
Flooded ink with patience
But I’m aware now
In spite of the blame

I brave the odds
For myself, for the name
For the sense I gathered
For what they say was lame…

Left behind the flux
Held that ladybird in my hand
Made it disappear
For it too had a name…

"CAUSE ALL I KNOW.."

2007-05-27T02:44:00.000-07:00

Fleeting flight
Careless enough not to grab a bite
Beaking the peckersome silence
Do I need a picturesque lens?

Huh..!! Not for sure…

Cause all I know is
That this grass needs a kiss
From the solemn dew
Bleaching the black sky blue

Cause all I know

You need to be pampered
You won’t get allowance to be tampered
You need solitude
To shun d world so lewd

Stirred down the core
Run along with me to the shore
Let’s crowd the strait
And give life to others as bait

Let’s soar in the sky
Hide oh no…at least try
Spread the disease of life
Slit the throat of strife

Still need the bird’s wings???
Come ill lend you my sky …

10:00 p.m.
12^th April 2007

"IN THE MORN' "

2007-05-27T02:39:00.000-07:00

…in the morn…of hope of despair of the seasons of funfilled glare...somehow a real beautiful caricature of words from my side...!!!

Rinsing the dreams
Eyes Shy away from the sleep…
Bathing in d shallow sea
The casual lies whisper
To the thoughtless smile;
Asked it to stay…
But twas late…

Glossy rain of time…
Harmonizes with the clouded sky…
Signing me d lullaby…

Colors caricature my flight …
For the noon waits ahead of me;
Filling in d vacuum …
Screaming noiselessly…
I swim across the SILENT SEA…

Still bathing in the moonlit night…
The riddles of the stars
Is what I gaze at…

Nailing down the minutes…
The seconds slip away…
Year after year…
I watch the sun burn…
Watching it set from the bay

Walking down the forest of memoirs…
I sow a plea…
To visit thee someday…

In this hope I return…
To the SILENCE OF THE BLACK SEA…

"AND EVERYBODY HURTS.."

2007-05-27T02:37:00.000-07:00

Scurrying thru the memories of the forgotten past
Blending the tears of the swollen heart
Stealing the moments of the dying rain
Pelting the stones on the limping mane

Don’t you know
How is it gonna be
When the hopes wither and wrinkle
Don’t you know
You ain’t my religion
Dwarfing my sky

The comfort it bestows
Won’t twinkle in the armored vows
And like the thirsty loners
You’ll escape, “will you?”
Oh the pawn of the night, o the mourner!!

Like the mist of the winter morn’
You think you’ve wandered too much
But the days are the same
Intoxicating the April rain

Don’t you know
It’s the asylum of bliss
And the grudge is all mine
Don’t you know
You are ruled out
From my realm of fable…

And everybody hurts…
Everybody hurts

"A MORTAL OLD"

2007-05-27T02:32:00.000-07:00

Play for all you can
This life has a short span
Hold on to as many fears
To triumph over them and cheer
Collar the smoked up game
Don’t worry take all the blame
For in the end
This life will make a bend
Coz we all will wither away
In the sand, dead and decay

Coz

We’ll grow old someday
And wink at the times gone by
And looking into the mirror we’ll shy

We’ll grow old someday
And bribe the stars to let the sum shine
Discounting the present slime

We’ll grow old someday
And dance in the rain
Till the station nears, of the hurried train

We’ll grow old someday
And row our boat till the horizon
Till we scratch the deepest darkest fun

We’ll grow old someday
And shoot in the air
Proudly calling the selves as a great player

We’ll grow old someday
Minus the zest and glares
Coz the corrosion of the mortal will prepare…!!!

how queer we all will say goodbye to all of whom we love...wonder how would the last moments of life feel like...btw...with precious gasps of breath we live with...3 cheers to the mortal selves..!!!

"CONFESSIONS (Featuring AKSHAY™)

2007-05-26T23:38:00.000-07:00

Stanzas 1,3 and 5 Written By SoNoo

Stanzas 2,4 and 6 Written By AKSHAY™

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Forgive me father, for I have sinned.
Unto you I come for mercy from within
To hand over my fumbled soul
And to kill me or let it take toll

be at rest my child,if your heart is pure
the lord's yolk is mild, and he holds the cure,
lest you maybe torn from the inside,
keep the faith in yourself and u wont need to hide

I fear not the world o Father!
It’s ok if the boulders of crime smother
For I slayed the warm nerve of his’
It continued to shower upon me the bliss

be at ease my child, for there is little use of remorse,
the lord will not chide, nor alter your life's course,
for the wrath within you has left blood all over your hands,
tell me child, make me understand..

Banished him from my kingdom
Which feathered his lustful slum
Fettered free Forever from the exotic flesh he fed upon
I enter the dawn of my horizon

Cry no more child, for the lord will forgive all you've done,
but you have to forgive yourself, forgive the monster you've become,
lest the thought of this come again,it should be shunned,
at ease my child,thy kingdom come,thy will be done..

"TERRACED NIGHT"

2007-05-26T23:23:00.000-07:00

Next to me was the terraced cloud
That shouted so loud
It said “what if I’m tired of the rains,
I’m tired of running around the hills and the plains”
I couldn’t say anything except looking at it
And wondering what if the night wasn’t starlit.

Driving along me on the highway
Was a poet all happy and gay
To my surprise he sang to me a travelers song
Asked me to come along
I paused and looked around
He was there no more but I could hear his sound

Swimming across the ocean of leaves
And took me to the untidy heaves
There they rustled to me the truths of my life
When once I was willing to hide the lonesome strife
All I could do is smile
And come back through the silenced memories, my trial.

A journey it was,
Where I conversed with the stars
I could see not if it was the marble or mars
A journey it was,
Where I drove along the carpeted road
Listening to the croaking of the toads
A journey it was
Where the thoughts crowded my steps
And I fell again into my sleeps lap…

"AFTERNOON CRY"

2007-05-26T23:17:00.000-07:00

Chilly afternoon in the winters
Brushes off the hardiness of the sundry soul
Next to the window pane comes an honest crow
Seeing me it flurried back to the sky
Gushed those voices in my ears
Save me for I am noone in this vast sky

As I lied down in my couch the other day
The crooning echoed from nowhere
Or was it my conscience
Bickering me…beckoning me
To hear the unheard
To fathom the unraveled

Suddenly I stole a dream form the star
To believe in the moonlight
That if the comfort of the sky is missing
I still have the sky to gaze
A spark to cushion me
To seal my victory!!!

"PeARL"

2007-05-26T23:15:00.000-07:00

She just smiled when she heard a cry
Said, cud lend a shoulder for the tears to dry
Another moment another hour
A farewell to the spring but she’s still a flower
Rioting through the creepy night
Randomly she chose a flight

Born she was as a "little dream"
When she grew up they flushed her scream
Sneaking through the moistened fair
Still gathering the vacuumed care
Will she fly or be slained
Or rather forever be maimed???

May be she will crawl
Or get high and never fall
Like a whisper in the air
May not be heard at all
O! She forgot she was a girl
Mistakenly thought of herself as a “pearl”

A price she had to pay
For the norms she was resolute to betray
She smiled at her fate
For she knew it wasn’t too late
But who knew she’ll soon be consumed
And author the scent that cursed her doom

"THE GARDEN OF LIFE"

2007-05-26T23:10:00.000-07:00

Just look around and feel the air
If you love the grass watch that grazing mare
Hold on to the swing
Don’t watch, flap the rusted wing
And run along with that look
Counting the ripples flowing in the nearby brook

Don’t make no sound,
I’m sure that you’ve still not found
What you were looking for
You and I and we all need some more
Swim across the bundles of joy
Love the dew and don’t let wits coy

Watch, watch, and watch the bud shy
Oh you missed it My! My!
Still never mind
No o no! Don’t be so blind
Release, re-live, and rejoice
Play on and rumble the dice

Hear the moon dip in the melonish honey
Oh let the night sleep, it ain’t funny
Let’s adorn the night and gaze at the glittering white
Before the sun draws upon it’s shimmering light
The baggage of like lurks behind
Just watch you think, before it disappears like dew!!!