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Saturday, September 25, 2010
IT- the Poem
It was an Impression which I mimed to give;
It was a desire which shaped the heart;
It was a fire which blazed the heart;
It was a hope which reached the eyes;
It was a rope which tied the realm;
It was a wait which reached the high;
It was a faith which transcend the Low;
It was a dream which glowed the soul;
It was a gleam which mowed the whole;
But ,When the illusion began to face the reality;
And the Impression to jade in totality;
When the desire began to bow
And the fire to slow;
When the hope began to shift
And the rope to rift;
When the wait began to blare
And the Faith to layer;
When the dream began to snare
And the gleam to rare;
A stranger Came to this fare
With magic in air;
He reaffirmed the belief of mine
There is a soul which traverse the time;
“IT” Would always find its way
And the Stranger would be your ray;
Slowly ,this “IT” begins to “shove”
And Now I call it my dear as “LOVE”;
Friday, September 24, 2010
The Pain never goes away!!!
When I started the Journey, there was a triumph in my eyes
The road ahead seemed full of promises and life;
I was walking along it, with dreams and hopes by my side
Never the thought of a hurdle did cross my mind;
I thought life was beautiful and gay
Why does ppl chide it all the way?
As all happiness comes to an end, mine also came with its own age
And finally the day arrived when everything went away in a haze;
I stand here still now, though the world and time moves
And this pain never goes away...
How could such beautiful moments lose their touch?
How could people once so close could be so rough?
The questions juggle through my mind
And it all d more puzzles my broken life…
I try to walk and take onto another journey
I try to resurrect and make up for the broken spirit
But, I stand here still, though the world and time moves
And this pain never goes away...
It seems the whole world has conspired to keep me at bay
And I have start doubting HIM also to be part of this play
I still try to fight coz I am just not a survivor, but a rebellion
But now all this seems a far fetched thought and a glitch;
So, I stand here still now, though the world and time moves And this pain never goes away even for a while...