A World: Unclouded

Heart of Gold

2010-05-04T23:21:00.003+05:30

I am growing up now,

Waving goodbye

To the sunday picnics,

To the sweets galore,

To the bed-time stories,

To the thrill of swinging.

I am growing up now,

Ushering in

The quiet commitments,

The paperwork,

The hectic schedule,

The unwanted attractions.

Lost in the sands of time

Are my wild dreams

Of finding fairies

In the spring flowers.

The magic pot of gold

At the end of the rainbow,

Is no more my desire.

Now I maintain

My own life,

Away from home,

Away from my roots;

Making new, difficult decisions,

Making my own mistakes.

No more does my dilemma

Lie within choosing between

Chocolate cake or ice-cream for dessert.

Now I see

The orientation of petals

Than the beauty

Of the flower itself.

However...

Somewhere in the mesh of growth,

Interwoven with the hurtful experiences,

Lies an urge

To break all norms,

To usher in the fairies

That made nightmares

Magically disappear;

To welcome

The warmth of the sun,

To sit

Under the cool shade of the peepal trees,

Play silly games,

Just run around freely;

Without the shackles of routine,

Of commitments,

Binding me to a place,

I don't even call my own.

The paperwork may pile,

My commitments may continue to rise,

But, this world

I call my own,

This world that gives me

Strength and courage,

An unnatural faith in myself,

Will grow with me;

And preserve

The dreams of the child

Who is no more...

And preserve

The dreams of the child,

And its heart of gold.

-Me

Graying Clouds

2010-03-11T22:45:00.004+05:30

Saw you standing apart

In the clichéd crowd,

Marveled at the panache

With which you solved common problems.

Yet, now your energy reserve

Seems to deplete day by day.

Your style, your swagger,

Dampen as the clock ticks away.

Tall and bright that you were,

Now, you just remain morbid and silent:

Lost in a world

You want to call your own,

Refusing to realize

That it is not there where your heart lies.

Detaching yourself

From the promise of a great future,

Entering an unknown abyss.

Come back!

For your talent is too precious

To be drowned in wine.

Watch out!

For the road you are on

Only ends in a deadly cliff.

There is more to life

Than carving a path

That seems original only to you.

There is more to living

Than forming your own herd.

Don't give away

Innocence

At the cost of unwanted experience.

There is more to life,

There is more to you.

You are the promise

Made by the Heavens above

To the growth of mankind.

Don't sell away your genius

For a few pathetic moments

Of dazed bliss.

Apply your lessons, child!

Getting swept away

By the tide of wants

Is what everyone does.

Carve your original path, thus, kid,

Wade through the turbulence

Greed so infamously creates.

Here is where you prove your mettle,

Here is how you display your true potential.

Don't give up, yet,

There is more to life…

There is more to you.

-Me

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To,

Pinnacles of originality,

You are a one of the very few people I look up to and am proud to know. Please don't change who you are for temporary happiness.

Cheers :)

From,

A caring martian.

My Kin

2010-01-24T09:42:00.002+05:30

You brought me

Into this world.

You taught me

The ways of life.

You gave me

A reason to live.

Then why

Did you turn against me,

My kin?

You were the omniscient

To my innocent mind,

My eternal guide.

Then why

Did you stray from me,

O creator?

Naïve I was

To have relied on you.

Clueless I was

To base my life

To live up

To your expectations.

Innocent I was

To let you

Convince me of having

Only the talents

You wanted me to develop.

Silly I was

To allow you

To guide me

Into complete misery.

Helpless I was

To stop you

From taking

The very life you gave me.

Help me understand...

Why strengthen pillars

Of emotions

When you intended

To break them anyway?

Show me the logic

Of giving life

Just to take it away.

Was it mere whim

Or was the purpose definite

When you chose

To misunderstand

And misinterpret

The words spoken

Or actions committed?

What am I supposed to do now?

Where am I to go

When I am in need of help?

Whom do I look to

When I need to show love

Or be loved?

Who will guide me

Or help me learn

When I make mistakes?

Who will appreciate

The hardwork I put

Into strengthening my emotions?

Who will praise

The struggle with which

I live through each moment of the day?

The empty void you created

Cannot easily be filled.

Do not teach me

The value of a promise

If you cannot respect it yourself.

Do not make me

Self reliant

If you don't want to give me freedom.

Do not teach me

The difference between right and wrong

And then pass off

Your wrong-doings as righteous.

Do not show me

How to be kind and considerate

When you yourself know no compassion.

Do not teach me loyalty

If you yourself cannot practice what you preach.

With this

My soul breaks free

From the shackles

You tied around it

Under the guise of responsibility.

Now,

My problems are mine.

My loyalty is

Towards my well-being.

You cannot cheat me

Any more into believing

That there exists

An emotional connection

Between us.

My freedom is all that matters.

The shattered shards

Of my faith in humanity

I now collect…

They need you to be fixed.

They will remain broken.

-Me

Deafening Silence

2009-12-21T19:04:00.004+05:30

Have you ever had a day that did not start very well, a day that you hoped would soon end, a day that was completely hopeless? I am sure you must have had one such day, so have I! Here is my account of such a hopeless day that I would prefer not having again.

The summer holidays were going on. My aunt and uncle were visiting us with their three small children.

I was sleeping, having a very nice dream. Suddenly I felt as if a baby elephant was sitting on me. When I opened my eyes, I saw that my two cousin brothers were sitting on me. They were pretending to be horse riders and had made me their horse. They kept on shouting at the top of their voices:

“Idée up horsee, idée up!”

My brother, Samyak entered the room and started playing drums on the metallic cupboard. They were starting to get on my nerves. I told my self to remain calm.

I got up, making my cousins fall and went for brushing my teeth. When I turned on the knob of the tap, it started whistling in a very shrill manner. “Pssseeee…” it went. I quickly turned it off and decided to use a tumbler instead.

I had just come out of my bathroom when I heard a big Bang. I quickly ran out of the room and crashed with my three-year old cousin sister. She fell down and started crying.

“Ahh! Ah Ahh…!” she sounded like an ambulance.

At the very same moment, the pressure cooker whistle went off.

“Pssseeee…”

I could hear it clearly since I was near the kitchen.

A baby crying and a pressure cooker going off. Oh my God! It was so annoying and there was no sign of any adult. Just then the bell rang. “Tring, tring”. It sounded so shrill that it almost burst my delicate eardrums. I went and opened the door and…

CREAK! The door was creaking badly.

Somehow, I managed to tolerate the creaking of the door and opened it. Our maid had come. I allowed her in and closed the door with a big BANG.

My cousin was still crying and the pressure cooker still whistling. My brothers, including Samyak, entered the room. They were playing G.I.Joe. So, obviously they were making sounds of firing of guns and canons.

“BANG BANG! DHUSH! PSHEWW… BOOM!”

“Ahh! Ting ting ting ting!” went my cousins after Samyak’s round of firing.

My sister realised no one was paying attention to her crying so she got up and went to her mother, crying.

My bothers started sort of a rain dance to bring the rain. All they did was stamp on the ground.

THUD! THUD! THUD! They started shouting, “hoogla-boogla! Warara!”

I went to my room, not being able to stand the noise they were making. They followed me to my room and started their ‘rain-dance’ there.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Finally the morning turned into afternoon. My relatives were leaving that evening so the commotion increased. My mother had forgotten to lay the table as she was busy preparing their Tiffin. I put the spoons, forks and plates on the table, but the food still had not been laid out.

The children sat on their respective chairs and started clattering for food. This metallic noise was getting on my nerves. My mother quickly laid the food. As I sat down I noticed that the sky was growing grey.

“Your rain-dance has worked,” I said to my bothers, “I predict it will rain today.”

“HURRAY!” shouted my brothers.

The storm started blowing very fiercely. It was making the eaves rustle and the window panes rattle.

CRASH! Someone’s windowpane broke, outside, due to the strong gust of wind. My cousin sister broke glassware inside, which led to another round of chaos and excitement; for me: noise.

The afternoon passed just as the whole of morning had – noisy, full of commotion and chaos. Finally the big moment arrived: the moment of departure. Everyone left the house, except me. My mother brother had gone to drop my relatives to the station. With a last Bang of the door, they left.

It felt so quiet in the house, so abandoned, so empty, so nice. I felt so relaxed that I decided to finish the book I had been trying to read for the two long months.

I started playing the cassette of ‘Main Hoon Na’. I simply love all the songs of that film. It had started raining heavily by then. I switched on the lights of the living room, sat on the divan, took my book and started reading it.

No car honking loudly on the empty, wet streets, no ringing of the telephone or the doorbell, no glass breaking, no drumming on the metallic cupboard, no noisy cousins spoiling your holidays, just you and your book and your favourite song playing, that is what is paradise for me.

I was so overwhelmed by the peace and quite in the house that I could not concentrate on reading my book. So instead, I imagined a waterfall and greenery all around, with me swinging from tree to tree, singing sweet songs.

I imagined a nice shady tree, below which I lay on a hammock, sipping a glass of cool, refreshing lemonade and reading that never-ending book. I imagined myself as a bird, flying high, trying to touch the sky.

I imagined myself cycling through a forest, alone on a deserted road, with the cool wind blowing through my hair, not knowing where the road will end or if it even has an end. I imagined myself as a mermaid – the princess of the clear blue oceans. All waters were mine; the waves were my transport; the fishes— my servants— were at my disposal. I could swim here, and I could swim there, and I could swim wherever I wished.

I was in my huge castle playing with my friend fishes, singing lovely songs, when all of a sudden—

‘TRING! TRING! BANG! BANG! BANG!’ I woke up with a start making my book fall on the floor. The banging and ringing continued as I ran quickly to the door. This could only mean one thing: my mother had returned.

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To all,

Here is something I wrote in ninth, but still am proud of. Enjoy.

- A nostalgic martian

A Happy Soul

2009-12-01T22:06:00.006+05:30

I am

One of the lucky few

Who realize

The extent

Their stupid mistakes.

I am

One of the lucky few

Who earn

Another shot

Making gainful amends.

I am

One of the lucky few

Who aspire

For greatness galore,

And achieve it.

I am

One of the lucky few

Who have

Tapped

Into the greater understanding

Of attracting happiness.

I learnt today

The art of being me.

I earned today

A chance at being free.

I lived today,

I laughed today,

I rejoiced today,

For I gained today

An unknown power

To decide my future,

My fate, my destiny.

I gained control

Over a life

I had deemed fit to forget;

I became one

With my spirit.

Now

My soul is stronger;

It is free.

It is unbound by

Mere shackles

Of daily problems.

Now I see,

Now I feel,

Now I believe...

I believe in

The greater sense of happiness.

I am no more

Shallow or uncaring.

I am no more

A face in the crowd.

I have

Formed the identity

I had struggled

To gain control over.

I have

Succeeded in reaching

The pinnacle

Of my mental strength.

I no longer desire

To become a better person.

I no longer desire

For strength to carry my struggle forward.

I have been inspired

And in the process, transformed back,

Into my eternal self.

I shall persevere

The harshest of difficulties

And learn from them...

To grow mature

And expand my understanding

Of this world

That taught me the basics

To everyday survival.

It refreshed the memories

That have shaped me,

Into who I really am.

-Me

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To,

Mr. Google (Rampy, that's you)

Here is the poem I promised. Its been a while since I wrote a poem, hence the poor quality of this piece. I assure you I will be back in the game as soon as I can. :)

Cheers,

A pre-occupied martian

Shadows of the Past

2009-10-22T15:15:00.002+05:30

Goodbye...
To the years of pain,
Goodbye...
To memories insane-
Goodbye…

I was immature
And naïve,
Thus the mistakes I made.
I was lonely,
Lost and forgotten,
Thus the company I gained.
In the mist of the misunderstanding
That you created
I fought,
And I fought hard with myself
Not only to regain
My lost faith
But also to regain
My life.

Abandoned and uncared for
I move on now.
Alive with renewed vigour
I move on now
From the dirty talks,
From the insane fights,
From unachievable dreams
And unimaginable goals.
The unworthy sights
Of a brighter future
I shall never dream of again;
The nightmares
Of loneliness and sorrow
Will never bother me
Anymore.
For the love
You made me lose
Could never exist
With only one support
To lean on.

So farewell,
Old times;
Farewell! For
You could never,
Never be mine.

-Me

Life Is changing And Through It All I Have Learned

2009-10-17T13:33:00.003+05:30

I've learned that no matter what happens,
or how bad it seems today, life does go on,
and it will be better tomorrow.

I've learned that people will forget what you said,
people will forget what you did,
but people will never forget how you made them feel.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person
by the way he or she handles these three things:
a rainy day, lost luggage,
and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that regardless of the differences
you have with the people in your life,
you'll miss them when they're gone.

I've learned that making a "living"
is not the same thing as making a "life."

I've learned that life sometimes
gives you a second chance.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life
with a catcher's mitt on both hands.
You need to be able to throw something back.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness,
it will elude you.

But if you focus on your friends,
the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can,
happiness and success may or may not find you.

I've learned that whenever I decide something
with an open heart,
I usually make the wrong decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains,
I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day you should
reach out and touch someone.
People love that human touch --
holding hands, a warm hug,
or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that you should
pass this on to someone you care about.
Sometimes they just need a little something
to make them smile.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

-Pooja Rao

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Ladies and Gentlemen,

I request a standing ovation for this amazing little girl. :)

Transcience

2009-10-07T21:46:00.003+05:30

We chatted and played
Laughed and danced,
Discussed, in hushed voices,
Our plans to have fun.
We passed messages,
Following age-old customs.
We tested and tried,
The limits our
Friendship would reach.

Then I left,
To pursue ambitions
I had never heard of.
Then I left,
The place of my dreams,
To pursue goals
I did not want to achieve.
Then I left,
I left behind the people
I knew were my own.
The people who could
Touch my soul and not
Scratch it to make a mark.
The people who I,
Had helped and in turn,
Helped me cope with life.
The people I called my own.

Now gone are those days,
Those mornings,
Those bus rides,
Those huddled talks,
Those gatherings.
The chatter is lost
In the sands of time,
Degrained by pain
And made a blur forever.

I will miss
Those days,
I will miss
My friends.

-Me

Whirlwind of Pain

2009-10-06T23:57:00.003+05:30

I see you walk by,
I can just wave to your back.
The mist of the unknown lands
Engulfs you
As you walk away.

I wait for a mail,
I wait for a message,
I wait to hear your sound
I wait to feel your skin,
I wait to smell your sweet smell,
My endless wait...

I watch people pass me by,
I talk to them,
I laugh with them,
I dance,
I sing,
I play during the day,
But at night,
I miss you.

It's been long,
I have tried too hard.
I have been swirling
In this whirlwind of pain
Far too long
I am tired now.
I need to get out of here.
I need a break.
I want to feel happiness again.
Come back…

-Me

Inner Radiance

2008-10-26T15:59:00.007+05:30

Look at the world

Through the eyes of

My innocence;

You will observe

Nothing but alienation

Of souls-- cherished souls--

From the want to be strong.

Look at the world

Through the eyes of

My care;

You will observe

Only fear

Of trading destiny

For fortune

(Always confusing the two

To be same).

Look at the world

Through the eyes of

My hardwork;

And you will never see much.

Look at the world
Through the eyes of

My solitude;

You will observe

Undying, uncontrolled pace,

To reach the peak

Of ultimate greatness and success

(Not knowing which path

Really leads to them).

Look at the world

For yourself,

Realize the importance

Of sincerity,

Unleash the brilliance

You were born with,

And cherish then

The beauty your soul feels.

-Me

Persistence of Vision

2008-07-04T17:35:00.003+05:30

Its been a while,
Since the mist of
Last night's suffering
Has been of any significance.
The air is moist and cool-
Not cold
-And the light is dim
And faint, with
Its origin unfathomable.

Not wrapped in the finest wool
This world can produce,
But in common cotton,
The surrounding coolness
Seems threatening.
There is a road, though,
Leading to many lands,
Some reached, some unreached,
And some thought to be unreachable.
To embark on a journey
To an unknown destination,
Is always thought to be foolish.

The dangers are feared,
The rewards are overlooked,
Thus the strength to set out,
Subdued.
Only those
Of unhindered determination
And, a mad love
For all things feared,
Yet revered,
Appreciate the beauty-
As comparative as it might be
-In breaking selfish bonds,
Yet maintaining
Their responsibilities.

"Let us look down
Upon composure and self-control."
Others explain.
"Let us look down
Upon your narrow-mindedness."
They reply.
Do not ask them
The meaning of loneliness,
For they laugh at it,
Though they live in it.
They live shunned.
By groups of small-thinking
Pessimists,
Who strangely
Are allowed to influence,
Other vulnerable minds.

Individual intelligence,
Has taken a back seat
(Has been given one, rather).
Only now will the arguement,
Shift in favour of the likes of
Galileo, Newton, DaVinci,
Among others,
But only a few
Will get up
With firm resolve,
To follow their example.
And thus will win,
The persistence
Of their inner vision.

-Me

The Other Side of Me

2008-06-09T21:54:00.007+05:30

A dark alley,
With puddles of blood scattered.
A neon green light flickering,
And utter silence.
Yes, it is a dull, gloomy picture;
A picture most would stay away from.
But not I.
I live, grow, mature here.
I devour gloom.
I find solace in loneliness.
I make sure I die,
So that another life can live.
And in giving, I receive.
I know pain,
I know suffering,
I know what it feels,
To have no feelings at all.
I strive, to live through it all.
I stand, on my own,
Learning from the past.

There is good.
I refuse to believe there is not.
I will not bow,
To any insult or humiliation
Done to my sacrifices;
For I sacrifice for those
Who are worth.
I don't belong to the clouds,
Nor to the heavens above,
But to mere soil,
That too, deep within.
Nothing can change that,
No amount of pain or suffering, and
No amount of disappointment.

I was made to feel,
And feel I will,
For the countless hearts
That beat for joy,
For tears galore,
Wasted every second
By undeserving idiots,
For millions of smiles,
Lost in emptiness.

I refuse to be let down,
By someone else's mistakes.
Enough of ruining lives.
Now, I will make a worthy one,
That deserves, not pain,
No hardships nor sacrifices,
But love, happiness, joy,
And independence.

-Me

Simple Nonsense

2008-06-09T21:08:00.004+05:30

Looking up at the sky,
Then looking back down at the ground.
My heart pumping fast,
Beating hard against my ribs.
I breathe, no, pant furiously,
I have been running.
For a really long time now.
Away from it all,
Chasing nothing,
Just running.
My muscles cramp,
They pain and complain,
And I run.
My eyes drenched in haze,
My clothes covered in sweat,
And I run.
I watch expectations fly by,
I can see myself change.
A cool breeze dampens my pace,
I loose my concentration.
My mind trails back to
Times of courage and confidence.
Days of belief and hope,
Summers of joy and laughter.
Then....I heave.
Air rushes back into me.
Adrenaline pumps again,
And I run.
Tired of being chased by
Nightmares created out of insecurities,
I turn around. And stop.
I see the blackness I fear.
I sense the chill.
I watch it engulf, then,
Destroy happiness and beauty.
The cool breeze still blows.
It blows my fatigue away.
I embrace the approaching black mist,
I walk through it.
I see nothing but darkness,
And hear only my own heart beating.
I feel only the warmth I spread.
I relax.
I take my time.
I get to know myself better.
Then...I, like the breeze,
As if wings have sprouted from my back,
Put all my might,
Into blowing the dark mist away.
Gaining ground with every flap...

Now, days ahead,
I overlook my abode,
From a height I never reached before,
My wings rest by my side.

-Me

Defined Randomness

2008-03-25T14:39:00.003+05:30

Imagination runs freely,
And I wish I could stop it...
...Too freely for comfort;
Right from tulips in the meadows,
To the drowning girl in the sea.
And then...
A complete reversal of thoughts,
To the night,
And its radiant moon,
Bringing back old memories...
Some good, but mostly sad.
And then flashes confusion,
In one of its myriad forms,
Leaving a dazed state of mind.

My spine is cold,
My heart is numb,
My throat is dry,
My eyes, lost in thought,
In a field of emotions,
Ranging from hatred,
To regret, to anger, to pure mirth.
I cannot settle,
I will not settle.
And why should I?
I was not responsible,
For the endless pain you suffer,
I have not caused,
The trouble you face.
I am to be a friend in need,
Only if you let me,
For I am not the root,
Of all your insecurities.
My thoughts run wild,
For they can't be penned anymore.
My ideas go berserk,
Every time I invent one.
A sorrow, so deep,
That happiness seems miles away.
Why should I suffer,
When you get hurt?
Why should I cry,
To ease you of your pain?
Cruelty here, lies,
Only in your perception.
The world is good,
It always was.
Unlock yourself to see,
The bright future that awaits,
Unfurl your wings and fly...
To destinations never seen.
Reach out with your mind's eye,
And touch his heart,
Whose you could never win.

-Me

Life

2008-01-04T19:14:00.001+05:30

It all started with a cry
So loud, monuments shook and trembled.
Progress was made slowly
Towards the ladder of success.
Men came and men went,
The ladder was the only seen path,
Highlighted beyond its worth of glory,
Magnified in its importance.

Then one fine late winter's morning,
Began the steep climb,
Like everyone else,
but with an ambitious knack.

Many a times the step,
Seemed farther than possible to reach.
Sometimes so rusted, almost infectious...
But the ladder never stopped,
Nor did the formidable climb.
With every challenge,
Came renewed vigour and zeal,
To conquer the unbeatable,
To stabilize the spontaneous,
To curb the uncontrollable.

Time never stopped,
Nor will it ever for anyone.
What is gone is gone.
Sensibility demands it to be treated,
As a lesson learnt,
An experience gained.
Chances are a part of life,
Partly the reason for our very existence.
Words may never be literal,
But two-faced,
As so many of us behave,
At so many instances in our lives.

Promises were never meant to be broken,
Nor were hearts that beat so faithfully.
There is so much more to learn,
So much knowledge to gain,
So many experiences to share.

Why let frustration,
Spoil the already spoilt?
One reason for pessimism,
Maybe the want to seek vengeance,
For all the wrongs done in the past,
That no one deserved to suffer from.

Why do others then,
Deserve the same fate,
That uncaring wants brought you?
Why is the sense of responsibility,
Burnt to ashes by the desire
To "teach" a lesson,
To someone who wasn't even involved,
With the mishap your life went through?

Goodness will always be taken for granted,
And good people will always perish,
Such is the order of things.
But, if orders were not to be followed,
Why special exception to this?
Experience was never meant
To lower your espectations of yourself.
It was merely meant to guide you,
And make you a master of all trades.

When a lesson is learnt,
A value is added to
The ones already with you.
Wisdom demands a zealous approach
To what unexected lies ahead,
Smartness offers a helping hand
To imbibe all worthy thoughts
That may escape a negative outlook,
Bringing calm to the mind,
Cheer to the soul,
And fulfilling a life,
That seemed so unnecessary...

-Me

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To,

A Shadow, lost in the mist of misunderstanding,

Here's a way out...are you willing to take it???

From,

A vampire, who meant something once upon a time.

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Annabel Lee

2007-12-15T15:27:00.000+05:30

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

-Edgar Alan Poe

Tired of Holding on to Nothing

2007-12-07T18:40:00.001+05:30

They started off as
Two inseparable soulmates.
When one whispered in his heart,
The other listened and felt.
When one hurt himself,
The other bore the pain.
When one was lost,
The other was there to find him.

And then...
Between them, came,
A wall of understanding.
As peculiar as it may seem,
Understanding tore them apart.
This huge wall, the other climbed,
To seek and find him,
And return with him.
This huge wall,
Grew smoother and slipperier,
Making it hard for her,
To reach the top.
Many a times she fell,
Many a times she bruised herself,
Many a times, even when things seemed hopeless,
She never gave up.
While climbing this
Slippery, steep Everest,
She saw him.
She saw him busy,
She saw him not care,
She saw him laugh away...
Did he mirth at her foolishness?
Or was he just too happy to care?
She couldn't understand this,
Did he not care anymore?
Was he too stuck to his comfortable side,
Of this huge, formidable wall,
To look out for her?
She called out to him,
She called out for him,
He heard, never listened,
To her share of miseries.
Yet she called again,
He looked but didn't see,
The hardships she faced.
She tried once more,
He turned but didn't notice,
How she gave herself away.

Then arose out of the wall,
Thorns, of all broken promises,
Forgotten verses, abused dreams.
Piercing her straight through her heart,
Leaving it bleeding profusely.

She let go of the footholds,
To fall on the hard ground,
Never to climb the wall again,
Never to fall in love again.
She got up,
Brushed the dust off as before,
But didn't look back the wall anymore.
Instead, she began carving her own path,
On her side of the wall,
To lead her life the way she wanted to,
Where people would conquer mountains for her,
Where others would,
Give up being understood,
To understand her.
Where love had only one definition:
Her happiness.

-Me

Only...

2007-10-09T18:19:00.001+05:30

Only one dream,
Only one hope,
Only one desire,
To achieve...
What? The mind knows not.
A cluster of images,
Forming day by day,
Giving substance
To an endless wait.
Filling gaps and holes,
Covering up voids,
Only to someday,
Reveal them.

Only one regret,
Of only one loss,
For only one time,
And then, despair to be fought.
In a pool of tears,
Spreading around,
Flowing boundless,
With unnatural energy.
The effect too harsh,
And unfathomable consequences,
Only to, someday,
Be wiped forever.

Only one thought,
Only one path,
Only one life,
To live...
How? The heart knows not.
The very essence,
Of movement,
However slight,
Yet alive.
Struggling to move,
With emotions restraining,
Only to, someday,
Cease living.

-Me

The Realm of Misunderstandings

2007-10-09T17:48:00.002+05:30

Give away,
For in giving,
You receive.
Smile away,
For in smiling,
You glow.
Hope away,
For in hoping,
You believe.

Beat away,
Oh! Sweet heart,
Beat away,
For in beating,
You live...
You live, you energize,
You re-kindle an extinguished spirit,
You urge a forgotten thought.
You calm a pressurized mind,
You soothe a tormented soul.

Whisper away,
Oh! Lush lips,
Whisper away,
For in whispering,
You instill faith, long lost,
You clear the mist of misunderstandings,
You rejoice in expression,
You vent subdued feelings.

Sway away,
Oh! Silky hair,
Sway away,
For in swaying,
You unleash a disguised power,
You let loose the trapped energy,
You reveal a hidden magical essence,
You unravel the realm of misunderstandings.

Go away!
Memories of the good times say,
Go away!
Oh! Mist of misunderstandings,
Let my heart live,
Let my lips whisper,
Let my hair sway.
Let me prosper,
Let me flourish...
In my giving, yet not receiving,
In my smiling, yet not glowing,
In my hoping, yet not believing...

In my waiting, yet not obtaining.

-Me

An Ode to the WOMAN

2007-07-29T17:45:00.000+05:30

Finally a woman bends...

Dark times envelope
A little household
With one man, his wife
And their little children.
Harsh words are exchanged
As the children grow up.
The adults find it unbearable
To stand the other's company.
A growl, a stomp
An enraged bang on the
Ancient expensive wooden desk.
Fury at its ultimate;
Anger at its peak.
A brewing storm breaks free now...
Threats, warnings, blackmail.
Backstabbing.
And the children growing up
Amidst the anguish
Amidst the pain
Amidst the anger
Amidst the fury.
There is a house to run,
The children need to grow,
Their health, is all that matters.
Education is necessary, so what?
At least they can read and write!
Utter chaos commotion in the house.
There is perhaps a better life ahead.
Yet, the woman bends.
She gets up and clears the mess created,
Picks up the broken, fallen pieces
Scattered all over the ground.
Makes sure that no glass piece,
Lies about so that
The children hurt themselves,
And yet she misses one...
Sadly, she misses one.
It pinches, it pains;
It reveals itself
Most hideously in the form
Of a deep cut,
Deep enough to reach the soul and scar it,
Give nightmares to the little children,
Mould them into the heartless beings
She always wanted to save them from.

"Whose fault is it, though?" asks someone.
"Of course, the woman's!" replies another.
"Why so?"
"She missed the piece of glass!
She did not perform her duties well!"
The other adult...
The dominant one,
Rejoiced by the orthodox,
Rather, the insignificant fools.
And, as always, the woman bends.
Gives in to the stick-straight pride of men,
That if bent, will break,
Lacking flexibility
Because every bit of it
Lies in the women who bend.

We continue to survive
We continue to stirve
All because, sometime,
Somewhere in the past,
When we were children,
Growing up...
A woman had finally bent,
To become out back bone,
Supporting us through
Think and thin of life,
With us through our
Darkest hours of need,
Not caring if she rested or not,
Just to ensure we were sound.
There is no amount of gratitude,
That may repay what she does for us...
A higher person, might just aim,
At being a better person
Than his present personality.
A lower person, might just write
A poem and forget about it later.
While the others, just watch and read
And pretend to admire and enjoy
The greatness equivalents in person and verses
While passiveness fills
Their hearts to the brim.

As the world continues to revolve,
As the sun continues to shine,
As the wind continues to blow,
As the sea continues its rise and fall,
A woman continues to bend,
For there are morales she needs to mend.
And thus, the woman finally bends.

-Me

Two sides to the same coin

2007-07-24T15:56:00.000+05:30

Dusk appears over the landscape
Yet the moon seems hopeful.
Days are bright and cheerful,
But it is the night that seems happy.
A little treasure box,
Its lid inscribed, with verses
With words unspoken
With poems unwritten
With stories unheard.
The sun, trapped.
With only its radiance revealed
Through tiny gaps and holes.
Its heat of utmost agony.
On an ancient string of feelings
Occur some flaws with time.
The thread wears out
Through constant use.
Bonds weaken, energy is lost.
The heart, mind and soul,
Collapse under the pressure
Of the tension created.
The two ends of the lifeline,
Pulled across the length
To be ripped apart.
The anguish and pain exceed limit-
And then comes the night...
With its cool breeze
And calm demeanour,
Releases the tension, the stress, the pressure.
Rejuvenating the heart, mind and soul.
The body might bear the marks
But to serve only as bitter-sweet memories
On achieving the ultimate goal.
It is the day that is lost,
And the night that lives on...
The stars maybe out of reach,
At least, the moon appears clear tonight.
However...
Without the sun, the moon is nothing...
Without the sun, the moon is nothing.

-Me

Figure this out

2007-07-17T18:06:00.000+05:30

I need a theme for this pic :|

The Song in my Heart

2007-07-14T20:51:00.001+05:30

It had been hard.
Many obstacles faced,
Many boulders rolled,
Many hailstorms hurt.
The journey was a hard one.
My life was a frayed end of a string;
Things took a turn for the worse,
Then you came along...

A little flame on a cotton wick
In a lamp,
Braved the bellowing wind of insecurity.
A torch went aflame,
Igniting with it a long-lost passion,
Feeding a lonely soul with love.

The flow of feelings,
The muddling up of thoughts,
The mixing up of words,
An experience of a life never lived before,
An experience of a life with love in it,
Where the heart is the king,
The ruler till eternity,
The keeper of hushed whispers
Shared in the dead of the night,
The protector of the feelings
Aroused time and again
By the sweet verses recited,
The preserver of the promises
That can never be broken.

All that was harsh and brittle,
All that was rude and untrue,
Have no meaning in my life anymore,
They have no purpose to serve.
With you by my side, my love,
I am sure to conquer the world.

This feeling of heavenly bliss,
So new to my soul;
Makes me shudder at times,
With every gentle touch;
On an unknown part of me
That I never knew existed.
Which I am being shown
By your faith in me,
By your love for me.
The time that would have been
Had circumstances differed,
Would signify a barren land,
With no life or beauty.
Satisfaction and content
Are being shown to me now,
With the knowledge,
That you are around,
My friend, my love...
My Shadow.

-Me

Garfield (for those with a low I.Q.)

2007-07-11T18:47:00.001+05:30

Dunno why did I put this...not in my right mind I suppose
Please ignore and continue with your work, I am sure you have more important things to go through :P

Acting out of Impulse

2007-07-06T17:05:00.000+05:30

I was sad
I was lonely
It was then when I first met you.
When I needed a shoulder to cry on
You readily provided yours;
I needed a crutch to rest my wounded leg
You happily became one.
How was I to know...
How was I to know
That you walked
On an entirely different path
Although running parallel to mine,
It led to a different destination altogether.
I needed you in the beginning
You provided me with
Everything you had.
Now I want you to be mine
And I sadly realize,
That you can never be mine;
You have and will always belong
To that someone special in your heart.
I remain a mere acquaintance
In this journey you have embarked on.
To you...
I was one of a kind,
And yet unable to touch your heart.
To you...
I have always seemed
Childish, cute, immature.
To you...
I will always remain
The friend you chanced upon once.
But to me...
You have been a guiding light;
A regenerator of my dead spirit.
You have evoked in me the compassion
I had thought was gone forever.
You have shown me happiness,
You filled my life with colours,
Your single touch was warm enough,
To make my heart flutter...

I heave a sad sigh,
As I realize
How wrong it was on my part
To keep to myself, most selfishly,
The most precious friend ever!

-Me