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Thursday 17 July 2014
Wednesday 11 June 2014
Inscription
There's an inscription
Stone inlaid on stone
You want to live...
Seize the minute,
Claim the space
Own the land.
Breathe fresh air
Drink fresh water
Manage burning fire
Earn enough money
Control the cash,
As long as you can.
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Life will drag you along
Like an old passenger
Struggle with it,
Until you become the driver.
I want to live too.
But you see
We only live once.
So, no matter what you wager...
(against time), life will conquer.
Monday 9 June 2014
Sweaty clouds
Different clouds
Came under one sky
They were Heavy,
Accompanied
by lightnings,
And striking thunder
Oh! They brought sweats,
Not the expected rain.
Thursday 5 June 2014
Whole Love
I can still smell you
Though you seem so far away
I can't bare to think less of you
Though your face is miles away.
I may not be vocal enough
Trust my emotions'
To encompass every intentions- Unspoken words, below & above.
Maybe next time
I will devour your lips
Maybe next time
I will embrace your hips
Maybe next time
I won't let you leave
Just to show you
how much I love you
Monday 9 September 2013
[How Much, In Time Of My Life]
How much breath was I given?
How much do I have left?
In Time of my life.
How much grace was I given?
How much do I have left?
In Time of my life.
How much heart-beat count was I given?
How much do I have left?
In Time of my life.
How much long life- race was I bidden?
How much do I have left?
In Time of my life.
How much potential do I have left?
How far can I reach?
In Time of my life.
How much foot steps do I have left?
How far will it take me?
In Time of my life.
How much dreams do I have left?
How far will it come true?
In Time of my life.
How much realities do I have left?
How far will it take me through?
In Time of my life
How much growth have I made?
How much more will I?
In Time of my life.
How much pain have I healed?
How much more will I ?
In Time of my life.
How much effort have I muster?
How much more will I?
In Time of my life.
How much support have I offered?
How much more will I?
In Time of my life.
How much time have I spent?
How much time is left?
Even Sayers won't tell...
How long will HE live in me?
How long will I be able to see my reflection?
His Voice or whisper's
I hear not.
how much time have I spent?
how much time have I left...
Sunday 8 September 2013
soft vengeance
Swept away,
by fragrance of rose'
Breath, taken, slowly away,
by snuffed arrogance, of his nose.
Its his time, to be taken away
Death now in his view,she's so close
She came with her soft vengeance
To take with her, his holy soul...
She 'll lead him to where he'll get bliss-in-full
After-all, Its going to be peaceful
Death and his holy Soul,
Pain free, much awaited welcome home...
by fragrance of rose'
Breath, taken, slowly away,
by snuffed arrogance, of his nose.
Its his time, to be taken away
Death now in his view,she's so close
She came with her soft vengeance
To take with her, his holy soul...
She 'll lead him to where he'll get bliss-in-full
After-all, Its going to be peaceful
Death and his holy Soul,
Pain free, much awaited welcome home...
Saturday 7 September 2013
[Will I be remembered?]
If I leave
On a sojourn
Never to return
to where I once lived
Will I be remembered?
If I leave
On a stint
Without a print
On where I once lived
Will I be remembered?
If I leave
On a journey,
Never to return
to where I once lived
Will I be remembered?
If I leave
On a mission
Never to return
to where I once lived
Will I be remembered?
If I leave
To take part
In an act'
Never to return
to where I once lived
Will I be remembered?
I have taken
Some paths
Never to return
Through same path
And when I take those path
Some other times,
to where I once lived.
I was never remembered.
Now I leave
On a journey
Into poetry
...On a stint,
to add my print.
Or act,
my part.
As much as I can.
For, when time pass,
And time dust,
have settled, on the past.
And the scent of poetry
from the path I took
In the journey of life
I once lived.
May be by it,
I'll be remembered.
If I leave
Never to return
to where I once lived
Will I be remembered?
This Thought, I continuously ponder.
Never to return
to where I once lived
Will I be remembered?
If I leave
On a stint
Without a print
On where I once lived
Will I be remembered?
If I leave
On a journey,
Never to return
to where I once lived
Will I be remembered?
If I leave
On a mission
Never to return
to where I once lived
Will I be remembered?
If I leave
To take part
In an act'
Never to return
to where I once lived
Will I be remembered?
I have taken
Some paths
Never to return
Through same path
And when I take those path
Some other times,
to where I once lived.
I was never remembered.
Now I leave
On a journey
Into poetry
...On a stint,
to add my print.
Or act,
my part.
As much as I can.
For, when time pass,
And time dust,
have settled, on the past.
And the scent of poetry
from the path I took
In the journey of life
I once lived.
May be by it,
I'll be remembered.
If I leave
Never to return
to where I once lived
Will I be remembered?
This Thought, I continuously ponder.
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