Atlast, I got the guts to do this-
In my dreams I am a perfect person
A person who knows all lesson
A person fo fortune, a person of spirit
A person of strength, a person of wit
A person who knows no fear
In whose eyes doesn' shine a tear
A person of respect world over
A person whom women crave as a lover
A person whose sight makes villains waver
who hadf till then proclaimed thers's nobody braver
A person whose intelligence never fails
A person who sweeps all men's wails
A person who is king of all sports
Who from his word never aborts.
A person whose voice even makes the cuckoo proud
Wherever he goes, in his path, flowers are bestowed.
But these are only dreams
Nothing is as it seems
Its so easy for one to write a poetry on this
So far away from the world, yet in eternal bliss
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Pendulum
I had never felt so .....confused. I mean, one second I am completely downcast. I start to lose interest in living like this, I seem to think there is nothing to look forward to, wherever I look I see only grey. On the other side, there are sometimes when I feel so hip-hop that I wonder why in the hell I was so .....pessimistic. The truth is, this fluctuation in the moods is making me.....mad.
This addiction to computer is the premier cause for this dullness.
Oh shit.... I hate to continue this.
Father had told me that this change in writing style is because of the change in me. I just don't anymore want to write those soapy, dreamy poems. He had also told a very true fact- that I am trying to imitate someone. Well, thats the truth. Whom? I don't know. It just can't go on like this.No, no some may say that there is no need to fuss over such a small matter but see............... nah.
Oneday, folks, ..... Oneday I will have the guts to publish my poem.
This addiction to computer is the premier cause for this dullness.
Oh shit.... I hate to continue this.
Father had told me that this change in writing style is because of the change in me. I just don't anymore want to write those soapy, dreamy poems. He had also told a very true fact- that I am trying to imitate someone. Well, thats the truth. Whom? I don't know. It just can't go on like this.No, no some may say that there is no need to fuss over such a small matter but see............... nah.
Oneday, folks, ..... Oneday I will have the guts to publish my poem.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
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The sand-dusts fly around making me blind. I just can't open my eyes.I am prespiring, I am frustrated, vague outlines of figures that doesn't make any sense swirl by my half open eyes. The dusts start to settle down but the sun beats down on my oily head making it ache. I don't care. No matter what- I know what I am here for. I open my eyes fully, put on a very low stance and Kick off. I feel men brushing my side, I hurl them out of my way. The sand below me starts to slip without warning. The naked foot complains to me of the heat. The shirt i am wearing has become transclucent. Nothing is clear before my eyes but I know that I couldn't possibly make a mistake.
I hear girlish giggles all around me. I don't care whether i am making a fool of myself. I am almost there. Any minute the destiny will be decided. I shut my eyes tight with determination and jump with my arms raised wide... as wide as an eagle could ever dream of. I feel wind flowing through my shirt and caressing my chests with speed taht I had never imagined. The pain I had felt for so long ceases to exist. Something has terribly gone wrong. i should have reached where I supposed I would. My eyelids tell me of an unspoken danger. There is no more heat and I open my eyes with diffidence. Death stares before me. A mile below lies an innocent river. The gorge I witness on the either side is spellbounding. White crystal walls stand guarding shiny water below. My head is caught off balance and I twirl but my neck hasn't broken. The distance that lies between me and Death reduces like a lightning. I will never see anyone else in my life. This majestic sight tries to console me but something is stuck inside my heart.This is the end. End of the thing called me.
A chilly shiver passes through my torso.This has to be a dream cause i am still me. I open my eyes hoping to see my mother standing before me but there is only darkness to be seen. I close and open it but to no avail. Fear grips me like nothing before. I would rather choose death than this. I can't make a step forward. I know that I still have a body. My vocal chord has stoped responding. Somewhere far, wherever far is, I feel life. I don't know why. I have been seeing too much of horror films lately. I promise not to see any of those when I wake up. Well, if the creature that is going to attack me is like those in 'JasonX' and all, I am afraid I would laugh my stocks out. I try to take this as a joke and I am succeeding. i have nothing to lose. I make each step with increasing confidence. There is no echo adding an eerie aura to it.
'I have to defeat him'. Where did that come from? I feel myself taken away. Light embraces my existence. My heart goes as cold as it had never ever had. A trillion chants, taunts, shouts, songs rip my ears. I can't open my eyes again. I had seen 'Gladiator' only a week ago. Well, if I am a hero for this gigantic imaginary audience then I am not going to disappoint them. I open my eyes the way Keanu Reeves does in Matrix. The grip on the sword tightens. There is no fear in my eyes and heart. I am not taken aback by the sight of the colloseum, a marvel by men. There is no men for me to fight and I don't see any king. I don't know whether I can use English language. Confident thuds echo fom my back. I am not turnng to look at the identity of my opponent. I take the sword as high as I can with both hands in one breath and turn behind in an almost-slowmotion style.
A familiar language is heard somewhere. There is no opponent, no colloseum.
"Commander, what should we do?" 1000 birds circle the skies attacking each other.
No, no this can't be World WarII. We haven't finished the chapter yet in our school.
"Commander?"
"Yes" I say mockingly.
"Hitlers's forces are almost here"
I should be a British, then.
"Has the french arrived?"
"Sir, they are only miles away" The sounds of muffled voice come from an old walky talky set.
Hey was that invented yet. I am growing tired of this. Why doesn't anyone wake me up?
The guy keeps on yelling at me. I don't care if the history is recreated.
A change of scene again. The clicks of curiosity reach my ears. I have my eyes opened. Something is moving at regular intervals inside a rectangular block. I just don't whether I am the one who is doing it. Somebody pushes me out of the thing I am sitting on.
"No, no I will never give you the PC. Not even if I die"
A rough person beside me raises his hands. Fear grips me as it had never done before. Will I be ever able to publish this?
I hear girlish giggles all around me. I don't care whether i am making a fool of myself. I am almost there. Any minute the destiny will be decided. I shut my eyes tight with determination and jump with my arms raised wide... as wide as an eagle could ever dream of. I feel wind flowing through my shirt and caressing my chests with speed taht I had never imagined. The pain I had felt for so long ceases to exist. Something has terribly gone wrong. i should have reached where I supposed I would. My eyelids tell me of an unspoken danger. There is no more heat and I open my eyes with diffidence. Death stares before me. A mile below lies an innocent river. The gorge I witness on the either side is spellbounding. White crystal walls stand guarding shiny water below. My head is caught off balance and I twirl but my neck hasn't broken. The distance that lies between me and Death reduces like a lightning. I will never see anyone else in my life. This majestic sight tries to console me but something is stuck inside my heart.This is the end. End of the thing called me.
A chilly shiver passes through my torso.This has to be a dream cause i am still me. I open my eyes hoping to see my mother standing before me but there is only darkness to be seen. I close and open it but to no avail. Fear grips me like nothing before. I would rather choose death than this. I can't make a step forward. I know that I still have a body. My vocal chord has stoped responding. Somewhere far, wherever far is, I feel life. I don't know why. I have been seeing too much of horror films lately. I promise not to see any of those when I wake up. Well, if the creature that is going to attack me is like those in 'JasonX' and all, I am afraid I would laugh my stocks out. I try to take this as a joke and I am succeeding. i have nothing to lose. I make each step with increasing confidence. There is no echo adding an eerie aura to it.
'I have to defeat him'. Where did that come from? I feel myself taken away. Light embraces my existence. My heart goes as cold as it had never ever had. A trillion chants, taunts, shouts, songs rip my ears. I can't open my eyes again. I had seen 'Gladiator' only a week ago. Well, if I am a hero for this gigantic imaginary audience then I am not going to disappoint them. I open my eyes the way Keanu Reeves does in Matrix. The grip on the sword tightens. There is no fear in my eyes and heart. I am not taken aback by the sight of the colloseum, a marvel by men. There is no men for me to fight and I don't see any king. I don't know whether I can use English language. Confident thuds echo fom my back. I am not turnng to look at the identity of my opponent. I take the sword as high as I can with both hands in one breath and turn behind in an almost-slowmotion style.
A familiar language is heard somewhere. There is no opponent, no colloseum.
"Commander, what should we do?" 1000 birds circle the skies attacking each other.
No, no this can't be World WarII. We haven't finished the chapter yet in our school.
"Commander?"
"Yes" I say mockingly.
"Hitlers's forces are almost here"
I should be a British, then.
"Has the french arrived?"
"Sir, they are only miles away" The sounds of muffled voice come from an old walky talky set.
Hey was that invented yet. I am growing tired of this. Why doesn't anyone wake me up?
The guy keeps on yelling at me. I don't care if the history is recreated.
A change of scene again. The clicks of curiosity reach my ears. I have my eyes opened. Something is moving at regular intervals inside a rectangular block. I just don't whether I am the one who is doing it. Somebody pushes me out of the thing I am sitting on.
"No, no I will never give you the PC. Not even if I die"
A rough person beside me raises his hands. Fear grips me as it had never done before. Will I be ever able to publish this?
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