Sunday, December 09, 2007

Of Depression

Unhealed sadness
Doth flows in each vein
Untold sorrow,
Unknown pain.

Where of it came from
I know not
How long tis would stay?
Whence the end would be brought?

There are no tears
There is no sigh
Yet tis ache persists
And a want to cry

And a shadow doth lingers
Not far apart
And unspoken questions
Doth pierce my heart

Oh thoust walls
I beseech thee
For let me fly
A soul so free

A silent goodbye
Needn’t be strung
For I would depart
Unnoticed unheard unsung


I know I have posted this poem way before. But since then it was not noticed i am reposting it. Also Ikinda feel wierd of not doing anything in my blog. I hope you enjoy this poem too.

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Like a girl again...

And then I felt like a girl again
And then I felt so very innocent
As the raindrops sprayed across my body
Silently engulfing me into ecstasy.
As the wind blew across my face
Wrapping itself amidst my soft curls
I stare at the sun so hazy
And my heart stops short
A blush creeps in ever so slowly
Gently caressing my cheeks so soft
My clothes cling onto each curve so lovingly
As if leaving a gentle kiss from heaven above
And then I wondered
And then I wished
If only I could hold the wind to my bosom
And never let it go
If only I could ask the sun to stop winking
As if it could read my mind
If only I could hide behind those dark dark clouds
And never come out
But alas I know tis but all in this foolish little head of mine
And yet nothing could’ve felt more right
And yet nothing could’ve felt more true
Than this bittersweet way I felt
Just like a girl once again
As fresh and as young as the morning dew…

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Angry ramblings..

i seriously thot aftr i had posted this poem....should i really let this show here.....u knw wat i mean..but somehow wen i read it again aftr i cooled down i kinda liked the rawness n the intensity in the poem so i am letting it be :)

hope u cud go thru the poem without getting dazed as to wth is happnin.. :P


Lifes funny u knw
Many tyms one hides the truth and many times runz away from it..

Have u ever fot for ur ryt??..............................
Been hurt in the process??..
Sumtyms its just not abt wat u see on the surfce ..
Mabe the object we fyt for..isnt wat we really desire..
Its our pride and our ryt we fyt for.

Irony is these fyts dnt happn with strangers..
Sometyms we get hurt by our own
Who ruthlessly..irrationally try and snatch wat is ours..

We share..
We care..
But then y do v stay togrthr…
If all we do is fyt over a mere object..
It was my fault partially…
For it wasn’t for the object I desired ..
It was a fyt for my pride…..
A tear is dying to come out..
A jeer looks ryt at me..
But I knw and I am brave..

It doesn’t flow..
It stays…
And then I jeer back..
Gotcha u creep..
I hit him whr it hurts the most..
I work on his weakness…his worse fear…
Yeh I behaved lyk a sadist… it felt nice..
Him physically…I gave it bk mentally
And he looses…he knws tht
But the scars remains..
And tht tear finally flows………..

So who wins????

Thursday, July 19, 2007

To mum with love...

An angel thou art
Beauty personified
Those gentle fingers
Those soulful eyes

A smile so gorgeous
A touch so soft
A prayer on thy lips
And answers aloft

Thy kiss so loving
Thy love so pure
Our pain in thine eyes
Thou so bravely endure

And a hug so warm
And a faith so deep
And a whisper to god
No fears to weep

And a life so unconditional
And a caress to assure
Of thy love and thy being
Of those unpaid gifts galore

A balm for each heart
A kiss for each tear
Our gift from heaven
To shield each fear

Then why do we hurt thou
And make thy cry
So ruthless, so cruel
But still not a sigh

And yet thy loves
And yet thy cares
And hopes and wishes
And add us to thy prayers

Oh, why art thou so gentle
Oh why so kind
Thou could go so much further
And leave us all behind

Holding my hands so gently
Thou then doth sighs
With that twinkle so lovely
In thine lovely eyes

Thoust uttered not a word
And yet said so much
Those gentle eyes told it all
Along with that gentle touch

And so thy stand
My mentor, my guide
To lead us all to eternity
My mater, our pride.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

SHIMMERING HORIZON (Dusk or Dawn)


A promise I had made to myself
A promise that now I broke
I thought I would have kept to it
But alas it wasn’t to be so
For yet again I let things go far
And yet again I trusted so much
But the past still haunts
Of the faults I had made
Of the choices I had picked
Of those memories of gore

And with that past I so thought
I had learnt my lesson
And moved on
Gods freedom I had then denied
For the choices I had made
I had made them wrong
To choose a friend
To journey beside me all along

Then yet again I stand today
With friends for eternity
But it took time
I trusted once more and it had paid
For God has been kind
And they’ve kept by me
And I know they’ll stay

But history they say
Repeats itself
And again that question arises
You came in too fast
For I couldn’t judge you
And allowed you so soon
That space I never gave

Oh yes you’ve been there
And yes you’ve trusted too
But what can I do
Of this fear that grips
Of that doubt and that hitch
Which so wrenches my heart
And shows me that moment
Of a time I’d be helpless
Of the day I wouldn’t find you
Holding my hand till eternity
And being forever there right beside me

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Not a skylark in a distance
No music to precede
And yet those footsteps mingle
On a solitary rhythm,
On a single beat.




For as the moonlight dances
And as the twilight fades
A touch and a tremble
And that first sign of innocence
And that first subtle graze

So did the hearts beat faster
Like a tinkling chime
Uncertain and so scared
Yet an abundance
Of passions sublime

His look was so deep
Her eyes so shy
And a blush crept oh so softly
Like a blooming bud
With an inward sigh

And a little smirk crept
Oh so slowly yet so there
For that knowing look
And those teasing eyes
And secret moments yet to share

Friday, June 22, 2007

Choices

We all live a small life
Much decisions on our shoulders
Some a burden while some for fun
But not friendship
No, not at all
Come let me take you into a fantasy
A dream like one you’ve never seen
Just close your eyes and listen to me

Can you hear the Lark?
Can you hear the Cuckoo?
Can your hear the Nightingale sing?
A melancholy song
Of a story not so long
For the sands of time to bring

Listen carefully my dear
For there is a lesson to be learnt
Don’t judge so soon
You may be wrong
And hurt yourself in return

It was a bright bright day
Silence
Not a sound to be heard
No noise made
All were present
Man, beast and bird
No one moved
They simply stood and watched

Then came a far, far off cry
Of pain of hurt
And a sob and a sigh
For all watched a tortured soul
Tormented hurt and die.

There he was on his knees
Begging, pleading
For those who he took as his friends
Used him, hurt him
Then let their friendship come to an end

“Why?” he asked,
“Why?” he cried.
“How had the bond been broken
Hadn’t it been made by chains of love so strong?
Or was it of mere selfishness
A weak thread, a token”

“A proof, a mark, deep inside
To scorn me of my foolish pride
So sharp the tongue
That hurt my soul
I cannot run
I cannot hide”

No more could he stand the pain
A laugh, a cry, a blend of both.
But none could work
None to ease the pain
None to ease the hurt.

Blinded by the tears
Of shame, of fury
He then struck a blow
A fist came down on him later
And then there were more

Blow by blow came down upon him
Those very hands
Those very hands
One’s which had calmed the hurt he got
Were opening those wounds
With added salt.

Thus he fainted
Bloodless, lifeless
Calm and still
Writhing insides now empty, now void
Still not a soul moved
Still not a soul moved

“Why is it dark?
Has the night set in?
Or am I dead,
And gone to heaven
Maybe hell for such a sin.”

“Nay my friend,
You still reside on earth
You have your soul
Your body is healing.
But, forgive me my friend
To hurt you and torment your mind
For I have to tell you
That your vision has gone friend
That you are blind.”

A tear falls and then another
For yet the burden was augmented
The voice was known
Too known to ignore
For to ignore was what he wanted

The voice was familiar
The tone was not
Yet how could it be so?
His friends had turned evil
His friends had turned bad
And the voice….

The voice was of a foe

hmm.... for some i guess only tush this is a really old post..which i had posted way bak...an old poem written aeons ago...i sumhow luv it..the reason i am reposting it is so that i can share it with all of you...to me my best works were my old poems...sumhow i have forgottn how to capture the same thing again....

i dont think it would have been possible for me to repost the whole lot here again...but then this is one i hope you guys did read...which of course is the case..if ur reading this :P..... its long but i luv it... i hope u did too :)

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Imperfect!!!


And there I stand
So aloof so apart
An uncrowned queen
With an unchained heart

So what that I am single
And what that I am alone
For there isnt a need
Nor yet a want nor a look
Of loneliness so shone

There are times I do wonder
Am i right not to give in?
But then the anwers I get
They come from deep within

Oh yes I have falterd
And yes I have sighed
And yet...
Not a tear came
Nor did a cry

For no sadness did envelope
Nor did that bittersweet crave
For a touch of a loved one
And that companionship it gave

"Look how lonely she is"
A foolish young man said
And I smiled and sailed away
On a pathway that later
I know he too will tread.

Monday, June 04, 2007

But where is Ma?


I am looking very nice you know
In my new dress.
As pretty as a rose,
Ma told me so.
She thought one on my hair
Would make me look like a princess.
I cant see her now you know.
STRANGE......
She is very pretty too actually,
My Ma.
Pa really loves her a lot.
He loves me too,
Says I make him smile.
But he has tears now.
He's looking stupid actually.
STRANGE...
He was to take me and Ma to the park
But where is Ma?
I have to see her rose still.
Some funny looking man is trying to talk to me.
Why doesnt he understand?
I wanted the rose ma was getting me.
She had one too.
A white rose.
I like white roses
But ma couldnt reach the other one you know.
She needed help to get it
So I did that, I helped her.
The rose was pretty.
I have my white rose with me finally now.
But pa isnt happy.
STRANGE...

Sunday, June 03, 2007

another hindi poem i wrote when i was around 13...

lolzzzzzz......me gng bak memory lane...much pardon folks

gire hue ek patte ke samaan
woh bhula hua lamha phir laut aaya
aur ab woh aise aaya
jaise tehniyoon ko chodne ka naam hi nahin leta
woh kab kaise aaya
yeh toh mein nahin jaanti
lekin...
mein yeh zaroor chahungi
ki ek hawa ka jhonka aaye
aur woh usko us disha mein le chale
jahaan se woh mud ke bhi dekhe
toh mein na dikhu

Surya...

another peom i was really proud about..wrote it when i was in 5th i suppose lol.....for my tution teachers daughter..she was competing for a recitation competition where the kids havta reciet thier self composed poem..so i was a ghost writer for this one.. n i guess its alryt to take back the claim as its been a while since the competition happnd..and oh btw..she won it :D..lol



surya tu kyun hai itna pyaara
taaron se bhi hai tu nyaara
cham cham cham
chamakte hai taare
tu kaise chamakta hai pyaare
surya asth jab hota hai
khidki se bahaar dekhti hun main
kehti...
surya tu aur thodi der ruk jata
toh mera yeh phul aur bhi khilkhilata...

Another ancient one...

lol...well its strange you know calling my first year grad poem as ancient but so i think it is now..and funnily i am in a mood to bring back the old poems i wrote as a skul going child and a teen off to collg...well i got my hands on this somehow i dnt think it to b great and yet......y not...lol..bear with me folks i hope you wont find it too bad

here sitting alone
i shed a tear
for there being no reason at all
but yet i blamed myself
the sorrow i caused to many
known unknown
i am guilty for the tear in my mothers eye
i am guilty for the pain on my fathers face
i know it is because of me
yet i am helpless, confused, lost
and here when i come out
my friends tell me to hurry
laughing at my lazyness
for they mistook my eyes of dried sorrow
for that of healing sleep
i wish they would understand
without me telling them. i cried
i felt a pang of guilt
of trying to show my emotion
so i smiled
faking a yawn
went back to my room
and wrote these lines

hmm wierd ryt no rhymes no nothing and grammatically incomplete...and yet its unedited raw just the way i wrote it....i dunno why but i can never make myself edit my own work...

TEAR!!

i just realised that i hadnt added this poem of myn newhr in this blog..strange really cos it was the one poem i held closest to my heart...considerd it my masterpiece wen i was 11..it seems kiddish now but i still love it a lot so much so that i have it by heart :)

a tear in your eye i can see
why?
is it bcoz of me
are those the soft blue eyes
that used to calm my cries
the eyes for which anyone would die
oh love why do you cry?
is it bcoz of me?
oh lord give me the key
to the solution of my love
who as gentle as a dove
cries for the land above....




Friday, June 01, 2007

ON TV....

this poem was written by me and my frenz cuz. :) she hadta submit a poem on TV to the brit council..and well i kindahelped her out in it..so this is our combo work.. hope u lyk it :)

“Dear old friend I’ll be coming home to you
Hasn’t it been long since we wished adieu
I know your awaiting, are you not?
Of those little presents I promised to have brought”

But the sound at the other side
Was no less than alien, a mere snide
“You can’t come today it’s not right
For there is a show from noon till night”

“And then you know how I sleep so sound
And dream of all the thrilling shows around.
Sorry old friend for busy I am as such
Though if you want, you could join me for lunch.”

So then I agreed for I hadn’t a choice
And off I went to his house, up to that noise.
But there I met a strange sight and my heart sunk
For my friend was gaping lolling and looking all but drunk.

He spared nothing more than a glance at me
For hurt I was as he didn’t offer any tea
And also didn’t quite bother to ask me to sit
For his mind body and soul were completely hypnotized by it.

And then I realized that I had been replaced
By someone quite smart and so unclaimed
That someone seems to be quite a hit
That is so because of its great wit

Now he does not want to seem to waste his time
On a friend like me and considers it a crime
But my dear friend! Have you forgotten those days?
When the bonding between us was like those in fairytales

These things make me cry and cry a lot
I want to shatter this new friend who gave me this plot
This stupid thing, 18 inch long and 21 inch wide
Which has some silly little buttons on its right

In my anger I condemned it and did criticize
Hoping that my friend would wake up and realise
Saving a dying hope for this friendship of ours
How I wish he would see me and not those stars



But it seems my efforts wouldn’t be useful anymore
As my words of farewell have now closed the door
This birthday of mine had proved unlucky somehow
As we don’t want to see each other’s faces by now.

And this is the end of our great bond
Of a friend that I was very fond
Oh how much I had cherished this friendship
But a mere box ended this whole relationship

This stupid piece of useless junk,
Is worse than a smelly old skunk.
I can’t believe this silly old toy
Could spoil and snatch my grandest joy.

After a passage of time, finally I had come to know
When this TV was introduced to my house also
I realized that the TV bug does not spare anyone
It is addictive and engulfs all under the sun.

I just happened to be next in line to my friend
Who got glued to this silly stupid trend
For now I am just another alien who would start
Another sad story and break another heart.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

On Television

[One of my fav poems ever since i read it in class 8. Didnt knw it was a part of Charlie and the chocolate factory when i read it. it came as a pleasent shok when i did find that fact out :) ]

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink --
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!
'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,
'But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!
'We'll answer this by asking you,
'What used the darling ones to do?
'How used they keep themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?
'Have you forgotten? Don't you know?
We'll say it very loud and slow:
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?
Good gracious, it's Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There's Mr. Rate and Mr. Mole-
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They'll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start --
oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.

Roald Dahl

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

An Unforsaken Passion


She watched with eyes ablaze
Her eyes, sharp intense deceitful
Crafty twist of a smile
And a purr, a gaze

Patient suave smooth
Writhing desire bubbling with a want
Her prey was ready
Her body was taut….

And then with grace she bent and leapt
And clawed her way to stir the sire
To ruffle him, damn his calm
To purge his soundness with desire

To ignite those senses
Oh how she fought,
A bite and scratch
And a vixen of thought

He then sank his fangs
In that soft flesh
A spurt of blood
And a growl of victory
The tigress had won.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

drowsy angry thots in verse form!!!

and a time
and a heart
and a story
from the start

and a friend
and a joy
and a bond
with the toy

and a journey
and laughter
a thot of forever
that spelt disaster

and an eagerness
and to care
love so diffrent
secrets to share

and a comfort
and a delight
each moment so special
each closer to plight

and then its boredom
and then its dull
and then a quiet
times answers are null

for now what
and now where
and an emptiness
and evenings to spare

and then a guilt
and then a want
and hurt of pride
a tease and a taunt

and an emotional fool
and a human err
and fools of emotions
..........
..









from dust we came
to dust we go
tis between is nothing
but the final show

for all is written
and worked before
by god and the angels
and the sun by the shore

and there are birds
and there are trees
and mammal and fishes
and bumble bees

and there is one
a species i cudnt understand
the working mind
that of a man

they call us emotional fools
but i wonder
arnt they just exactly that
them those fools of emotions

ignorant, uncaring
strange

and yet....
......

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Shakespeare in love!!!?~?~??

For prospero, he was in love

“Thou aret fairest,O Romeo”

And so ran away Juliet

With Jessica’s Lorenzo

“Juliet, youn Juliet

O what did thoust do

But no matter dear

For I forgive you”

Also was there a young boy

Not so far away, yet apart

Could’nt be more than one and twenty

Thus he spoke from his heart.

“Sweet Jessica forgive me

For false I made you believe

I am no son of Adam

I am the daughter of Eve”

“Don’t go fair Viola

As I did not err..

For in thine eyes I found

The passion of a sir”

And there stood patient Olivia

For those footsteps made her aglow

With anticipated breath she turned

And found puck under the mistletoe

“The quality of mercy….”

“Be silent foolish woman

For Jessica has run away now

Thus Antonio thou aret forgiven”

While Antonio and Shylock embraced

Portia sat quietly-well bred.

But much evil in her mind she bore

Wondering if shylock had hugged her instead

“Helena, sweet Helena

Would thoust be mine?”

Cried Hamlet insane

In front of her shrine.

“Thoust are lovely, Ophelia

Dear Lady do not cry.

Wont you come into my arm’s my love”

Said Benedick with a sigh.

“O thoust just Queen, Hermione

I wish Perdita to be mine”

“Tarry young Antipholus, meet AEgon

Perdita’s new father and thine”

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

A Repentent Desire

A song unchanted
A melody unsung
A desire unknown
A story unstrung

Those notes to my heart
A want they make
A moment of bliss
A focus to break

A need, a want
So strong, so dear
And yet, apart
I tread in fear

And the sprinkling rain
Leaves a need so strong
For a caress and a touch
And a heart to belong

Raw emotions unshed
Too tough for care
A tear wants to be
And yet not there.

And then it brings back
For that all I miss
Empty, uncertain
And so i wish....

An untrodden path

on this lonely path i travel
each step closer to my destiny
each step futher from familiarity
each step fresh new uncertain
and yet, therein where i belong

on this lonely path i travel
a new package over an old one
a tree with forever a new ring
a wheel within another wheel
and yet therein lies peace

on this lonely path i travel
past those familiar faces
past those comferting moments
past those unspoken words
and yet therein sits my goal, my end

so thus my friend i will leave you
so thus my love we will part
so thus mater uncuddle me
so thus papa let me go
for therein i have to reach
and watch you all below

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

i await!!!

i check...
then again...
one last time...
maybe now...
no answer...
not a word...
oh let it be...
why bother??
just a joke...
a phase...
an unspoken myth...
and yet....
i care!!!!

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Confused Thots!!!!

And life's a storm
While loves the sail.
Like the fury of thunder,
And the fury of a gail.

And shadows of winds
And sounds of fear
Are tunes of hell
And a darkning leer.

Monday, March 19, 2007

An incomplete poem!!!!

Hmm. Yeh I knw I have this very bad habit of explaining out things but I cnt seem 2 help that lol…newyz this poem is as the title says..essentially incomplete…youd see it wen u read it….i started it with a single stanza…but sumhow I cudnt expand it properly….newyz…here it goes…the bold stanza is the one which got me started……


Shes adorable
This lovely child
A little young devil
All emotions unfiled

And so she laughs
And so she smiles
Both friendly and naughty
And as crafty as a child

And yet look closer
Look into those eyes
Do you see that twinkle?
It’s there, it lies

Oh she knows she is loved
And yes she has friends
But there are times
When these frolics end

And she sits there
So alone, so unheard
And a silent pearl slips
Then a smile, not a word


For lingers that pasted smile
But that pain in her heart
Too lingers, it stays
It denies ever to part

Oh yes none know
How could they?
For that twinkle is easy
Along with that smile so gay

For then she laughs and she says
Lifes beautiful and lifes kind
And such gentle thoughts
Keep floating through her mind................

Change of plans now....i spoke to a friend of mine he was damn confused after reading this poem...asked me what it meant....so i first told him 2 send me his own interpretations.....which he did......and it was diffrent from my own.......thats wen i realised that id rather leave this poem as it is........reason...well its open ended...to me the incompleteness was that the poem hadnt got any base or any reason given for the depression of the girl...........but i realised that was the key to it.....the fact that i am giving the readers a chance to interpret it on thier own....thus the poem gets many dimentions to it

Saturday, March 03, 2007

I thank you

i welcum the new sunrise
a new day as begun
for a fresh new chapter has started
the old one being finished & done

yet i would miss it
and yet i wud cry
for this was a beautiful journey
but now i'v to say g'bye


i'll havta wish you farewell now
i'll have to take your leave
and wander towards the unknown
so impossible to believe

but before i open this chapter
and before i start this journey
there is a thing i wish to tell you
i wish you'll listen to carefully

thank you for letting me come
& celebrating those moments special
i wont forget those times
like a color for each petal

i came here as a bud
and you helped me bloom
made me tougher as a person
made me smile in my gloom

and with each step that i did take
you encouraged me to go on
to fight each moment to the end
to love each n every thorn

so thank u & farewell to thee
and to the time that is gone
of a new day of a new time
of a welcum to a new dawn

and god knows where life takes me
and where of would i reach
i simply want to take this moment
for thanking you 4 ur love
&4 all those things that you did teach

Monday, February 26, 2007

Unsure!!

Dont joke like that
you hurt my pride
pride of the way
i make you melt inside

i know i can catch you
looking at me with a want
yet i never look up
not a tease, nor a taunt

for though i like you
and these things are pure
i cannot decide about me
its me, i am unsure

for whenever i talk to you
you make me smile
for every word you say
stands out a mile

and yet i dunno
i guess its just a phase
an attraction a desire
sumthing, a blur, a haze

for it's not that i miss you
when you aint there
it's no that i wait for you
with unknown things to share

and yet, i do think
and rewind our words
and yet i do wonder
of things i said and things i heard

forgive me my friend
for thats what your yet
and i pray its a phase for you
for it would be then easier to forget.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

SOUR GRAPES

Oh look at them
Those girls with curls
The sunlight enchantingly trapped
In each lock, in each twirl.

Their graceful glide
Their tinkling laughter
The entrancing beauties
That spelt disaster

And then I saw her
Trapped under her spell
Her glorious hair
Such beauty none could tell

And the wind blowing
Fondling with her hair
Each curl gave a kiss
On her skin so fair

Ooh! Was I jealous
Of the locks on her nape
Of the feel they got
With every drape

Was she a goddess?
Someone divine?
Nah! She was more than that
She was mine

And with that confidence
And with that pride
My smile grew bigger
In every stride.

Oh yes once I did falter
And once I did freeze
For my goddess then
Disarmed a smile at me

A shiver went thru
As she came closer
And I threw open my arms
To caress and hold her

Her smile widened
Her looks could kill
I skipped a heartbeat
It gave me a thrill

And then it happened
And then it came
The inevitable factor
Of blush, of shame

Oh what are you thinking?
Oh where wanders your mind?
Bring it back this instant
For your thoughts are kind

For what happened
In my love story
It held no greatness
It held no glory

Now, let us go back
To the time she was close
A beautiful disaster
Yes I was told.

She looked straight at me
With her teasing eyes
And a twist of her lips
A smirk, not a smile.

How I wish I could predict the future
How I wish I was a seer
For then I would’ve known
She’d call me her “brother dear”

At that moment I realized how ugly they were
Those disgustingly dirty twirls
Damn who cares about them?
Them, those girls with curls.

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