Touche, you say
lest they know the secret
and cast their evil charms.
Your eyes shine bright
with the desire burning
and yet you deny.
You long not for riches
and fame and glory,
and neither wait for the
frog prince and a fairy tale.
This mundane world cannot
provide what you are looking for.
All you seek is freedom,
locked within a framework
of skin and bones and reality,
Out there lies wild abandon,
hanging uncertain in the air-
yours to escape away into..
A secret dream to run away
into that mysterious world
of dreams and illusions-
probabilities and impossibilities
explode and implode within,
all yours to explore. Touche.
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i have no idea how i ended up at this..
i wont insult poetry by calling this a poem,
:( ... im losing it.
http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=31598904&tid=2586014590072785138&na=4
Monday, December 31, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
Mannat
She saw him being dragged away
by the roots of his hairs,
They held him bound in chains
and whipped and lashed.
She cried herself hoarse
seeking her lover's escape,
begged mercy from the pirates
who had ravaged many a shores.
They took him beyond lands
unknown and a hundred seas.
Locked in sand filled dungeons
on an island nowhere on map.
She went searching for her man
from nether to high lands.
On unruly waves and wilderness
she carried her grief in her heart.
Parched by the desert sun,
weathered by the mighty winds,
drowned by the pouring rain,
Yet she marched forth in her quest.
And last found a tavern
to which none paid any heed.
The moonless dark sky
compelled her to take refuge.
There she found her man
clasped in another woman's arms.
Tears betrayed the hurt
she felt in her happiness.
Her heart broke into a thousand pieces
and nothing could mend it now,
for forces of nature may bleed your skin
but love scorned burns the heart.
Then she walked into the sea
and let the sea caress her wounds.
Further she went into it
and slumbered in the deep.
Her spirit lies lonely and seeking,
the sea waves wildly lament her sorrow.
Whenever the moon begins a new phase,
she dies another death of perfidy.
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http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=31598904&tid=2571719893087160562&start=1
I found this one in one of my old diaries...
and I have no idea why it had been titled Mannat then. Since I can't find any better title, I'd just stick to this one.
by the roots of his hairs,
They held him bound in chains
and whipped and lashed.
She cried herself hoarse
seeking her lover's escape,
begged mercy from the pirates
who had ravaged many a shores.
They took him beyond lands
unknown and a hundred seas.
Locked in sand filled dungeons
on an island nowhere on map.
She went searching for her man
from nether to high lands.
On unruly waves and wilderness
she carried her grief in her heart.
Parched by the desert sun,
weathered by the mighty winds,
drowned by the pouring rain,
Yet she marched forth in her quest.
And last found a tavern
to which none paid any heed.
The moonless dark sky
compelled her to take refuge.
There she found her man
clasped in another woman's arms.
Tears betrayed the hurt
she felt in her happiness.
Her heart broke into a thousand pieces
and nothing could mend it now,
for forces of nature may bleed your skin
but love scorned burns the heart.
Then she walked into the sea
and let the sea caress her wounds.
Further she went into it
and slumbered in the deep.
Her spirit lies lonely and seeking,
the sea waves wildly lament her sorrow.
Whenever the moon begins a new phase,
she dies another death of perfidy.
--------------------------------------------------------
http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=31598904&tid=2571719893087160562&start=1
I found this one in one of my old diaries...
and I have no idea why it had been titled Mannat then. Since I can't find any better title, I'd just stick to this one.
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