Last night,
i saw you,
ready to bid “farewell”
to the place i’d left two years back;
i hadn’t then felt so unwell...
but i was filled with unspeakable fright,
last night...
i too had said “goodbye”
and i had no fear...
but when I saw you ready to disappear
it was a different sight,
Last night...
yes, the sun will again rise
and by the evening
the chirruping birds will be on the wing
i’d witness all this,
but what a funny thing,
of you i’d know nothing
that’s how things are...
perhaps, that’s how they’re meant to be-
neither dark nor bright..
why then, was i filled with madding darkness;
and there was no hint of light?
Last night...
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
the art of empathy
so what did you learn when you "fell" in love..?
the "ART OF EMPATHY"
EMPATHY? With whom?
With IDIOTS, MORONS AND ASSHOLES..:)
the "ART OF EMPATHY"
EMPATHY? With whom?
With IDIOTS, MORONS AND ASSHOLES..:)
Friday, February 17, 2012
victory of a rose
the world had gone nuts
pebbles were preferred to roses
basking in the glory of being
her best friend,
a pebble sneered at a rose and said-
what use is your transient beauty?
I am her beloved friend
Fair, dark, dumb or witty-
Whoever she be!
On a table beneath a mirror they both lay
the rose couldn’t be in the fray
It knew the statement’s veracity,
it would live for a day;
the shiny pebble for eternity
you picked up the rose
and wore it in your tresses
by the evening it would begin to wilt
but it had no sense of guilt
the shiny stone still shone...
but the rose had won
pebbles were preferred to roses
basking in the glory of being
her best friend,
a pebble sneered at a rose and said-
what use is your transient beauty?
I am her beloved friend
Fair, dark, dumb or witty-
Whoever she be!
On a table beneath a mirror they both lay
the rose couldn’t be in the fray
It knew the statement’s veracity,
it would live for a day;
the shiny pebble for eternity
you picked up the rose
and wore it in your tresses
by the evening it would begin to wilt
but it had no sense of guilt
the shiny stone still shone...
but the rose had won
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
colours of the rainbow...
you were drawing outlines,
on a canvas without boundaries,
and filling them with colours-
colours of the rainbow
time had stopped,
it was the realm of eternity;
so much like the creator you looked
creating shapes in the void
and pouring into them colours-
colours of the rainbow
a devil silently stood by, watching-
surprised, mesmerized, tantalized!
“kids can make it better”, he said,
maliciously; trying to ignite a fire
there was no fire; yet there was a glow,
as you sat there, adding colours to the space
colours of the rainbow!
on a canvas without boundaries,
and filling them with colours-
colours of the rainbow
time had stopped,
it was the realm of eternity;
so much like the creator you looked
creating shapes in the void
and pouring into them colours-
colours of the rainbow
a devil silently stood by, watching-
surprised, mesmerized, tantalized!
“kids can make it better”, he said,
maliciously; trying to ignite a fire
there was no fire; yet there was a glow,
as you sat there, adding colours to the space
colours of the rainbow!
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
if i were a ghost...
if i were a ghost,
can you guess what i’d do?
no, i wouldn’t haunt you,
not even if our paths crossed,
standing somewhere, in the distance...
i’d silently watch as you passed..
can you guess what i’d do?
no, i wouldn’t haunt you,
not even if our paths crossed,
standing somewhere, in the distance...
i’d silently watch as you passed..
Monday, February 13, 2012
Lies
Because I’ve been told to tell lies,
I can’t play my trump card; sound like a bard,
And talk of “you”,
taking everyone by surprise,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies,
about some object,
I can’t make you my subject; at any rate,
and say, an object can also be animate,
using argument, a lawyer’s sole device,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies
So, I can’t talk of your being,
which certainly isn’t a “thing”,
and say, it’s more fragrant than all the blossoms of spring,
I don’t have that choice,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies
Hence, I can’t say your beauty though indescribable,
is not a romantic thought,
you’ve truly been, the symbol of an imperceptible “ought”,
I can’t risk being true and nice,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies,
And so, I can’t talk of your inimitable gait,
which has no turbulence of youthful rivers,
and say, it is naturally tranquil, not deliberate,
I can’t pull off that stunt and confront, all the “Hows” and “Whys”
Because I’ve been told to tell lies
And do you think I can talk of your voice,
which isn’t another sound in the cacophonous noise,
and say it is music of silence manifesting itself in disguise?
No, that wouldn’t be a lie, howsoever precise,
And, I’ve been told to tell lies
So certainly, I can’t talk of your eyes,
and say, they’re not a pair of dark mirrors,
reflecting darkness of the world outside,
but doors to your luminous inner skies,
I can’t say that,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies
And obviously, I can’t talk of what I feel in your presence,
and see in your face,
and say, it’s a clue to some inconceivable grace,
as it would be true and unwise,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies!
I can’t play my trump card; sound like a bard,
And talk of “you”,
taking everyone by surprise,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies,
about some object,
I can’t make you my subject; at any rate,
and say, an object can also be animate,
using argument, a lawyer’s sole device,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies
So, I can’t talk of your being,
which certainly isn’t a “thing”,
and say, it’s more fragrant than all the blossoms of spring,
I don’t have that choice,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies
Hence, I can’t say your beauty though indescribable,
is not a romantic thought,
you’ve truly been, the symbol of an imperceptible “ought”,
I can’t risk being true and nice,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies,
And so, I can’t talk of your inimitable gait,
which has no turbulence of youthful rivers,
and say, it is naturally tranquil, not deliberate,
I can’t pull off that stunt and confront, all the “Hows” and “Whys”
Because I’ve been told to tell lies
And do you think I can talk of your voice,
which isn’t another sound in the cacophonous noise,
and say it is music of silence manifesting itself in disguise?
No, that wouldn’t be a lie, howsoever precise,
And, I’ve been told to tell lies
So certainly, I can’t talk of your eyes,
and say, they’re not a pair of dark mirrors,
reflecting darkness of the world outside,
but doors to your luminous inner skies,
I can’t say that,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies
And obviously, I can’t talk of what I feel in your presence,
and see in your face,
and say, it’s a clue to some inconceivable grace,
as it would be true and unwise,
Because I’ve been told to tell lies!
Even Alphabetically!
wait I could till eternity...
but last i shan’t forever,
there’s room for serendipity
happen it might though never!
in this life you’ll hear me not;
again, i might not come
chance one more though if i got
may you be my mom!
my incurable malady
should then have a cure
with my self-styled enemy,
i’d settle then every score...
you might never hear my words,
not until the last day,
but can you escape silence too
and hear not what it says?
even when I’m gone,
will you never see?
“L” will always follow “K”
even alphabetically!
but last i shan’t forever,
there’s room for serendipity
happen it might though never!
in this life you’ll hear me not;
again, i might not come
chance one more though if i got
may you be my mom!
my incurable malady
should then have a cure
with my self-styled enemy,
i’d settle then every score...
you might never hear my words,
not until the last day,
but can you escape silence too
and hear not what it says?
even when I’m gone,
will you never see?
“L” will always follow “K”
even alphabetically!
Saturday, February 11, 2012
your hate, my trusted mate
long have i carried
the burden of your “hate”
and it’s been kinder than love,
for it makes no claim on my freedom
as love so often does.
Hence, i’m free to love you,
with all my heart,
without having to bother
about your expectations.
But Beware!
when i see the purity of your loathing,
my heart is filled with a deep longing
and i secretly conspire with it
to spoil it,
and endear myself to you.
May i never succeed,
for my freedom,
which is the source of my love,
would be lost
and i would not remain myself
as soon as i did.
the burden of your “hate”
and it’s been kinder than love,
for it makes no claim on my freedom
as love so often does.
Hence, i’m free to love you,
with all my heart,
without having to bother
about your expectations.
But Beware!
when i see the purity of your loathing,
my heart is filled with a deep longing
and i secretly conspire with it
to spoil it,
and endear myself to you.
May i never succeed,
for my freedom,
which is the source of my love,
would be lost
and i would not remain myself
as soon as i did.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
being in love
“Am I in love?” you asked me,
Is there love in you, I ask thee;
Make no reply, just see.
Is there love in you, I ask thee;
Make no reply, just see.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
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