Fiene. Sentences put together, to convey something. They don't have to rhyme!! I love reading them, and can absolutely not write any. Totally suck at it. Ergo-

Bunny rabbit PJs
Chocolate chip ice cream
Fresh out of tissue paper.

One minute your here
The next you aren't
Just like that?


Slinky black dress
Stiletto s on my feet
Swaying to the music
You hold me from behind
Oh sweet heaven.


Crime and injustice
Miles away
Tear slips out anyway.


Twinkling stars fill my vision
The black night surrounds me
It's going to be mornin soon.


Theatre
Throwing popcorn on couples
Definately a blockbuster.


Conversations
Confessions
Alot is happening over coffee.


Everything in technicolor
Senses heightened
It's got to be lust.



*takes a bow*
*gracefully avoids tomatoe shelling*

Ha.

Sometimes when everything is so wrong, one thing is so right you would do it all again.

I got thinking today... during some boring lecture. Was a random thought, one of Frost's lines came to mind,

Poetry begins in delight and ends in wisdom

Which further got my thinking about my most favorite poems... And I've decided to post 'em here... sort of like a trip down memory lane.. except that you can relish the words too. I've already posted Rudyard Kipling's IF... there's many more... So here goes nothing. This one is by Pablo Neruda. Ensaai!

If I die, survive me with such sheer force
that you waken the furies of the pallid and the cold,
from south to south lift your indelible eyes,
from sun to sun dream through your singing mouth.
I don't want your laughter or your steps to waver,
I don't want my heritage of joy to die.
Don't call up my person. I am absent.
Live in my absence as if in a house so vast
that inside you will pass through its walls
and hang pictures on the air.
Absence is a house so transparent
that I, lifeless, will see you, living,
and if you suffer, my love, I will die again.

Beautiful or what?

Sigh.

As I sit on my chair,
In the open air,
And I let the soft breeze,
Play with my hair.
I think of uncertainity, and hurt,
Of pain, and reasons,
Of questions and asnwers,
And I think of the tales, that time has to tell.

I fear,
That all that will be left,
In the end, is me.
I fear.

There were those rockets,
And chits in one of those
Eight pockets,
Whispering and bickering,
And while we're doing the ing,
Lets not forget mimicking,
And kissing, and the game of spinning.

I fear,
That all that will be left,
In the end, is me.
I fear.

Standing up to the teacher,
Calling her screecher,
Or things milder,
Like ink on her back,
And chalk pieces that went astray,
At times, even pink hair,
Just to stir up things,
And put a sparkle in the air.

I fear,
That maybe, I hurt a few people.
That they don't know, won't know,
I didn't mean to.
And that all that will be left,
In the end, is me.
I fear.

We wrote essays on "who I want to be",
You said astronaut,
And some one else said mother teresa,
Another said Cruise,
A vet, an engineer, a teacher...
Remember?
Our minds were set,
And the future clear.
Who knew that even with Tide,
And our options so wide,
We'd wind up with doubts,
Doubts oh so many,
That even senile,
Was a word too mild.

I fear,
That maybe, I'm not meant to be.
that all that will be left,
In the end, is me.
I fear.

There were days when,
All that made sense was Bad meeting Evil,
And only the noise that is Crawling,
Surrounded me.
Thoughts about When I'm Gone,
That In The End, it won't really matter.
Clouds weren't numbered 1-9,
There was not a Lemon Tree in sight,
And Every Other Time,
I'd wish you'd Wake me up when September had come to an End.

I fear,
That maybe, all that there is,
is the dust,
That all that will be left,
In the end, is me.
I fear.

But with you around,
I never gave up me dreams,
I could stay sound, as sound as sound can be,
And the sun still shone with golden beams,
I've managed to emerge,
with both my feet on the ground,
My head is held high,
Thank God for gravity.
For I still believe in pots of gold,
Of a better world,
At the end of the rainbow,
Of every deed making a difference,
No matter how small.

I fear,
That maybe,
The stars really aren't twinkling,
That all that will be left,
In the end, is me.
I fear.

There is a prince charming,
And it's okay to dream,
There will have to be candlelight,
And it's okay, if sometimes they dont come true,
There will have to be flowers, no roses though,
And it's okay to cry,
There will have to be chocolate,
As long as I have you,
And there will have to be dancing,
Because else, you have no deal.
Because else, you have no deal.

I fear,
That maybe, I am a dreamer.
And that all that will be left,
In the end, is me.
I fear.

As I sit on my chair,
In the open air,
And let the soft breeze,
play with my hair,
And bring back memories of a time,
That never fail to bring a smile,
And a laugh to accompany the tear,
That wipes away all the fear.

Now, it is time for the evil laugh........ hehahahhahaha. Lol. I know, it's a sad attempt, but I just wanted to say thank you. For everything. You guys are all crazy, for coming here again and again. For bearing with me. My laughs, my cries and my temper, which is non existant. For bearing with vague theories, and lemon cookies, and everything. Pretty much. I love you guys. And from the bottom of my heart, and for Kaushik, from the bottomest vien of this pumping organ, Shukriya.

Happy Friendhsips day.. Hope you guys have a lovely day,
Yours forever sthupitly.

If your reading this, then your great. After the torture of the previous post, you have actually dared to venture on these grounds again. I bow down to your humble self.

Came across this piece of poetry on Ay's blog,

Why can't I speak when I have so much to tell?
Why can't I write when I have so much in my mind?
Why can't I sing when there's music in my heart?
Why can't I dance when there's rythm in the air?

Too many words left unspoken
Too many things left undone
Why can't it be and why can't I?
For all I know this pain deep inside me
Took the gladness out of me.

Even Triya, when she does poetry, manages to put only sadness into her words. With all due respect, for the maximum poetry I can do is rhyming cat with hat and a bat. But me is starting to get angry at all this depressive mood. Specially amongst me friend. Pah. So, both the two of you, STOP.

You can't speak even though you have so much to tell is because you aren't ready to talk about it as yet.

You can't write even though there's so much on your mind, because you aren't ready to tell your tale to the world as yet. There are times when all I want to do is write, but nothing comes to mind. I have to give myself time, and then it comes. The words put themselves together... and I finally manage to put my thoughts into words. It takes patience. And acceptance.

You can't sing even though there's music in your heart, because sometimes, we just need to dance to it by ourselves. For some time. Before we share it. Selfish things that we are.

And you can't dance even when there's rythm in the air, because you're already swaying to the music that's there in your heart. When the time is right, you'll dance to the music that surrounds you.

Why are people in such a hurry at all times? There's a time for everything... To hurt, to cry, to laugh and to sing. Or two-step. Have confidence in yourself, to allow yourself time. Love yourself enough, to think that you're worth giving time to. It's only when your in this rush, do you leave things undone and words unspoken.

Personally, to me it's a test of character. It's a very tough test. I might have failed a few people myself. Maybe a lot of people. Though, I hope not. Because, giving time is not easy. In fact, I think it's the toughest thing to do. 'cuz it's got to be selfless.

And most of all... if you don't forgive yourself, the pain inside you will never go. It's easy to forgive people for hurting you, but it's tough to accept that you've wronged and you've hurt and you've cried. And forgive yourself for it. Because for that you need time. Which apparently, NO ONE has!!! Pah.

I'm not, dishing out random stuff that i've read somewhere. I've been there and done that. Oh!! And Ay, many many happy returns of the day. May you always have money to buy hair dye, get your hearing aid upgraded and may you always be able to buy the top notch walking sticks. Hope you have an amazing day! And the rest of the crowd that visits. And that doesn't visit. God bless you souls :)

Yours forever sthupitly!

This is by Gregory David Roberts. Tell me what you make of it... that's it from me for now, lv ya guys!

Oh my beloved,
After dreaming night when I woke
it was a strange and worrying thing
to find you standing
at the morning's dawn-eyed window
silent,
shedding tears,
your face like a flower
the sky has bruised with summer rain.


The last teardrop crossed your lips.
You turned slowly, came into my arms
and sensed my concern,
but your smile and answering kiss
laughed,
ringing clear,
the sound like water
splashing in an oasis well.


It was not suffering, you said,
nor some fear or hurt that made you weep.
The tears that you shed
as you watched me sleeping came from
happiness,
rising sheer,
the joy like thunder
trembling in drought's red river bed.


Love-struck happiness broke your heart
you said,
with such sweet pleasure in the breaking
that your very smile,
radiant with soul-fired changes
transformed,
jewelling tears,
your light like sunrise
gleaming the dew-diamond desert.


It is a mystery to me
how this joy with tearful heartbreak sits,
but if pleasure set your tears free
then break your heart against the iron of my eyes,
woman,
and break it there again,
and again,
as often as you like.
I will pick up all the shattered pieces
one by one,
and press them to my lips,
to seal each precious fragment
with adoration's kiss.

- by Gregory David Roberts

I just came across these lines while watching a program on great battles... and it impressed me, which is why im putting it here so u can read it and ...leemme say, enjoy the beauty...

Oh burry me by the cassino,

For my duty to England is done,

And when you sit by the Blighty,

Drinking your whisky and rum,

Remember the old indian soldier,

For the war has finally been won.

If u guys have come across something.. do mention it in ur comments.. Each day we hear something, read something... that afffects you... this is my thought for the day... Ok OK im rambling...