tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9940146521290117802024-03-14T12:19:04.933+05:30Nirvana 'living'Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.comBlogger147125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-49356277405308620582016-11-17T23:21:00.000+05:302016-11-17T23:21:05.711+05:30दीवारें<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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झुक रही हैं दीवारें शायद थोड़ी<br />सहारा देने के लिए।<br />घंटो इन दीवारों को घूरा है मैंने<br />कुछ धब्बे हैं शायद सीलन के,<br />कुछ निशान हैं पुराने पेंट के,<br />कुछ तो गड्ढे भी हैं शायद<br />कही कील ठोकने के।<br />एक घडी है जो पौने आठ पे अटकी है,<br />खिड़की है जो रात में अँधेरा सोक लेती है,<br />ऊपर एक उंगाता सा पंखा<br />गर्मियों के इंतज़ार में रुका पड़ा है।</div>
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समझ रही हैं शायद वो भी<br />सुन्न पड़ा है सब<br />और सर्दियों के अँधेरे में<br />जम रहा है सब।<br />आँखें अँधेरे में बुन रही हैं,<br />वही तस्सवुर का जाल<br />जो टूट जायेगा सुभह<br />रौशनी की पहली किरण के साथ।</div>
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इसिलिये झुक रही हैं दीवारें शायद थोड़ी<br />सहारा देने के लिए।</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-41281849079173273592015-11-06T03:20:00.001+05:302015-11-06T03:24:46.276+05:30A year of dormancy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
6th November 2014 to 6th November 2015<br />
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A year has passed<br />
of dormant emotions lying in the sheets<br />
of unknown perplexity.<br />
Opening and closing of closures<br />
and of deeds never achieved.<br />
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A year has passed<br />
of escaping from and sometimes running into<br />
the darkness or the light<br />
of another feeling flying<br />
in the vast grasslands under the sky.<br />
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A year has passed<br />
of never really writing<br />
of writing and hiding<br />
of sharing the writing<br />
then wondering why did I share.<br />
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A year has passed<br />
Upholding in my gut<br />
changing with the world<br />
letting go of certain things<br />
and still adamant on some.<br />
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A year has passed<br />
I know none of you<br />
I know some of you<br />
I live in the paper boat<br />
Floating over the chances of knowing you.<br />
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A year has passes<br />
my ink has dried<br />
turned from black to grey<br />
like the thoughts that I hid<br />
somewhere in my chest.<br />
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A year has passed<br />
I rely on myself<br />
the world is a silly place I tell you<br />
at the end, for yourself<br />
Its only you.<br />
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A year has passed<br />
I see some faces brimming up repeatedly<br />
I can depend on them<br />
They feed my irregular thoughts<br />
I wish one was mine in those.<br />
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A year has passed<br />
of accepting the fact that<br />
I am not impeccable, I am deniable<br />
I am not a rear view mirror<br />
I am not closer than I appear.<br />
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A year has passed<br />
Finally figuring this out<br />
'This' is me<br />
Trying to achieve the dreams<br />
which are stupid to others.<br />
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A year has passed<br />
from where I was<br />
to where I am<br />
supposedly where I will be<br />
in another year from now,<br />
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<i>would you wait to see?</i><br />
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<i>'A year of dormancy' is written just one year after my last post on my blog. My blog which was once so crucial to me, which I nurtured like my own little one, doesnt even exist for me now, unfortunately. I grew indifferent to my will for writing. I wrote in hidden crevices and denied sharing. I was quite the opposite a year back. I certainly come in those people who prefer saying 'I wrote for you', instead of 'I felt for you'.</i><br />
<i>This post is out of anger and disappointment with respect to the fact that I left writing. </i><i>Or writing left me...........</i><i>Or perhaps it never did.</i><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-85129992967655551342014-11-06T18:34:00.002+05:302014-11-06T18:34:47.381+05:30Dastak<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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us jang lagey taale ke peeche</div>
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malbey jaisi deewaro ke peeche</div>
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main shor hu ya sannata hu</div>
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main roshni hu ya andhera hu</div>
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tu de dastak, main batata hu</div>
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main teri hi kahani hu</div>
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kuch yaado ke jaale simte hain</div>
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halki dhoop ke mele hain</div>
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main ateet hu ya aagaami hu</div>
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main mohobbat hu ya nafrat hu</div>
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tu de dastak, main batata hu</div>
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main teri hi ruswaai hu</div>
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tujhe khurechi hui deewarein milengi</div>
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tujhe do nahi, kai parchaiyaa milengi</div>
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main kuch toote dilo ka raag hu</div>
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main ankaha koi fasana hu</div>
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tu de dastak, main batata hu</div>
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main teri roohani shaam hu</div>
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par ek darwaza hai kahi chupa hua</div>
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jaha tere jaisa koi hai band pada</div>
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main teri aas hu</div>
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main tera gumaan hu</div>
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tu de dastak, main batata hu</div>
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main tujh jaiso ko uksati lagaam hu</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-28403826099633164162014-08-23T21:56:00.001+05:302014-08-23T21:56:17.582+05:30You dont know me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You dont know me.</div>
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I'd stand in front of the crossbow</div>
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i'd bleed for you.</div>
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My hands wont shiver</div>
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and words will be over.</div>
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I'd drown in the ocean for you</div>
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Yes, I know swimming though.</div>
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Weightless body will float</div>
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while it awaits for your boat.</div>
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You dont know me.</div>
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I walk the barren lands<br />
unknown to any man.<br />
Would you come to the rescue?<br />
when you hear I am dead?<br />
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You dont know me.<br />
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Look at me with the corner of your eyes,<br />
I'll burn with your single sight.<br />
My flesh flying like burning paper<br />
covering the entire sky.<br />
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Dont you know me?<br />
Dont you know me by now?<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-17539600262048095052014-07-27T00:54:00.000+05:302014-07-27T00:54:08.125+05:30Feels right<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Bathing in the sulking tides<br />
of whats wrong and whats right<br />
I make the sins come true<br />
Believe me, its real.<br />
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Bathing in the lush wild dreams<br />
who thought they could exist<br />
the body moves and lures<br />
it feels so wrong.<br />
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Bathing in the starless night<br />
the moon is shining so bright<br />
The world whispers its wrong<br />
You say its right.<br />
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Bathing in your acute thoughts<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MDlszABd3DM/U9QAT5bqTHI/AAAAAAAACBI/BItlt1cZY8M/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MDlszABd3DM/U9QAT5bqTHI/AAAAAAAACBI/BItlt1cZY8M/s1600/images.jpg" /></a>It is so wrong, yet feels so right<br />
The confusions stay<br />
I take a leap moving on.<br />
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Bathing in the dusty past<br />
Am doing wrong,<br />
am doing right<br />
I am doing you,<br />
for tonight.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-12397902149940189612014-03-28T18:16:00.000+05:302014-11-06T20:43:05.718+05:30Consume Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Consume Me</i><br />
<i>Like the rain would</i><br />
<i>Consume the soil</i><br />
<i>Dont leave any trail</i><br />
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<i>Consume me</i><br />
<i>Like the wind would</i><br />
<i>Consume the sky</i><br />
<i>Dont let the Sun shine</i><br />
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<i>Consume me</i><br />
<i>Like the weeds would</i><br />
<i>Consume a dead body</i><br />
<i>Cover me bit by bit</i><br />
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<i>And then mold me</i><br />
<i>Like a potter would</i><br />
<i>Mold a vase</i><br />
<i>out of nothing new</i><br />
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<i>And then mold me</i><br />
<i>Forgetting my older body</i><br />
<i>create a new one</i><br />
<i>From your own hands</i><br />
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<i>And then mold me</i><br />
<i>Despite many errors</i><br />
<i>I'll give you countless chances</i><br />
<i>Let me be discovered</i><br />
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<i>And then mold me</i><br />
<i>In such a way</i><br />
<i>that you would love to</i><br />
<i>consume me</i><br />
<i>again & again</i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-67504820848296864912014-03-23T00:49:00.002+05:302014-03-23T00:49:50.796+05:30Let me be your song<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Let me be your song<br />
which you sing to the stars<br />
when you are alone at night<br />
or walking during day time<br />
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Let me be your song<br />
Which you can sing to the birds<br />
which at my window, once chirped<br />
they left my paradise for your heaven<br />
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Let me be your song<br />
which can open up your doors<br />
of opportunities and love abound<br />
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Let me be your song<br />
which you will hum to yourself<br />
in monotonous tone when<br />
you are amongst your friends<br />
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Let me be your song<br />
which you can sing to the nature<br />
when it soaks you in monsoon<br />
or sweats you in summers<br />
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Let me be your song<br />
which can be played when you<br />
wait for your loved one<br />
on your wedding day at the church<br />
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Let me be your song<br />
your voice will give it beauty<br />
Removing all your pains<br />
Magical, Your life remains<br />
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Let me be your song, dear love<br />
which you can lull to your kids<br />
somewhere in future<br />
Even when am dead<br />
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Let me be your song<br />
which you can change the rhythm of<br />
but the words will always remain the same<br />
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And I hope this is written on my tombstone that;<br />
I was sung by the best soul all throughout his life<br />
With each verse you gave me blessings<br />
Making our each memory engrave on the aurora sky<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-45557294769995663382014-03-21T21:03:00.000+05:302014-03-21T21:03:19.664+05:30A Wine Glass<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Its my red soul you know</i></div>
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<i>which has been kissed my many</i></div>
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<i>for one more eternity</i></div>
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<i>I'll get older and wise</i></div>
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<i>i am called the heaven's angel</i></div>
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<i>taking them to the hell's doors</i></div>
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<i>All I want is my red wine</i></div>
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<i>to be mixed with a tear of yours</i></div>
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<i>The red color might slowly disappear</i></div>
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<i>The kisses on my body of glass</i></div>
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<i>will fade away</i></div>
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<i>its just one tear away</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-37922133290909945802013-12-26T05:05:00.000+05:302013-12-26T05:05:22.254+05:30dilli<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">yaha akele hoke bhi koi akela nahi</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">aur kisi ke saath hoke bhi koi akela hi</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">yaha imaaraton mein ishq gunjata hai</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">aur ishq ki goonj mein imaratein basti hain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">yaha kisi ke saath sinjoye sapne udaan bhar le jate hain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">aur kahi gumnaan raasto ke sapne kahi kho jate hain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">yaha umeed ki fankaar duur tak sunai de jaye</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">aur kabhi haar ka bhi tyohaar manaya jaye</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">yaha ghalib ki galiyon mein pyaar panapta hai</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">aur hazrat auliya ke dargah mein namaaz goonj uthti hain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">yaha begum samru ke ghar mein bank basta hai</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">aur wahi kahi ishq ka nyota kisi ke kaano mein kasta hai</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">yaha raatein aaj bhi zinda hain kothe ki seedhiyon pe</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">aur andhero mein koi nadi kinaare aaj bhi deep jala jata hai</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">yaha naya purana sab raas rachta hai</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">aur rango ke aanchal mein muhobbato ka junoon sajta hai</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">yaha baarisho ka mijaaz shabdo mein bayan nahi hota</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">aur sard aahton ki kampan aag ki sulkhiyo mein dabi reh jati hain</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">yaha subhah aur raat ka dayra kisi ko samajh nahi aata</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">aur beparvaah pyaar ke parvaano ko koi samajh nahi pata</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-41132409570616758422013-11-28T01:01:00.001+05:302013-11-28T11:03:09.420+05:30Dormiveglia<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The 4.30 am <i>namaz</i> hits the ears, luckily the mosque is almost behind my home. Its funny though, I didn't understand the man's words yet the voice completely soothes the soul. </div>
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Yesterday. No, night. Yesternight? </div>
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Eyes wide open. Brain shut. Heart beating. Body frozen. Thoughts warm. Skin pale. Nails growing. Clock ticking. Breaths heard. Silence unheard. Pen scribbling. Foot walking. Conscious Dreams. Unconscious mind. Wind crawling. Leaves moving. Window open. Thin clothes. Thick socks. Unwashed sweatshirt. Hair tied.</div>
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And then you invade.</div>
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Hazel eyes. Mind dreaming. Skin soft. Body warm. Whispering talks. Wind blows. Your face shows. Firm thoughts. Lights dim. Scent crawls. Aura seeps. Clock rewinds. Summers bloom. Soul talks. Murmur plans. Astounding heart. Breath collides.</div>
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Slowly the morning arrives, beautiful hues of orange or maybe yellow, fighting the black aura of night with zest. Each ray awakes each green soul. My night is losing the fight. And I, just look helplessly crawling into the bed which smells like you.</div>
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The<i> namaz</i> is over. As if sealing the union of two souls. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-36394226300063080372013-10-31T20:00:00.001+05:302013-11-25T22:26:44.714+05:30Beginning of an End 2013 #OctPoWriMo day 31<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>I see the end of this year</i><br />
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<i>Things which have gone wrong</i></div>
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<i>Met a lot of new people</i></div>
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<i>Next year I see me</i></div>
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<i>When new leaves will grow</i></div>
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<i>And the fate I have been accepting</i></div>
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<i>No, its not that I am complaining</i></div>
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<i>this year has taught me a lot</i></div>
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<i>For which I thank God</i></div>
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<i>But I want to ride on rainbows too</i></div>
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<i>I know the time is coming</i></div>
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<i>I see light at the end of this tunnel</i></div>
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<i>The beginning of an end has started</i></div>
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<i>this era is ending, yes</i></div>
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<i>I will be a star again</i></div>
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<i>I am walking towards the Sun.</i></div>
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<i>This October, probably has been the best time of this year for me, thanks to OctPoWriMo 2013 and Nimue who introduced me to this beautiful concept and stayed with me till this day (I am sure she will stay in times ahead also). OctPoWriMo has not only been an inspiration but an irresistible cobweb of out-of-the-world writers & poets who have immensely appreciated my poems and pushed me till this date. Frankly, without Nimue or any of those beautiful souls who read my poems and took out enough time to comment here, I would have given up long back. True, journeys become easy and fun with amazing people. </i></div>
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<i>Not to forget the prompts made it all enthusiastic. I admire all the people who gave us those prompts to pen down upon. I have also bookmarked a lot of blogs, I will keep hovering over their writings now.</i></div>
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<i>Learnt a lot here, made new friends too. I will embrace all 31 days of this month for a long time to come.</i></div>
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<i>My heart is filled with gratitude. OctPoWriMo 2013 has been very special to me. </i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-78450065985448592882013-10-30T21:38:00.000+05:302013-10-30T21:38:04.343+05:30There she goes & Do you see? #OctPoWriMo day 29 & day 30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Summer mornings</i></div>
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<i>Different shades of you</i></div>
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<i>you carry all, once in a while</i></div>
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<i>Now that you have gone</i></div>
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<i>Your memories have stayed behind</i></div>
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<i>Your talks, I see them</i></div>
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<i>A beautiful spirit that you are now</i></div>
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<b>That girl, do you see? </b></div>
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<b>The one I am pointing towards? </b></div>
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<b>That road, do you see? </b></div>
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<b>Right next to the huge showroom</b></div>
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<b>a woman living on streets,</b></div>
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<b>gave birth to a boy there; in noon</b></div>
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<b>both died there, soon</b></div>
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<b>how was your school like?</b></div>
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<b>That dump, do you see?</b></div>
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<b>used to be home for many</b></div>
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<b>slums these were</b></div>
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<b>That pond, do you see?</b></div>
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<b>was a home for beautiful birds and shrubs</b></div>
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About "Do you see"- all the verses are true. I have either met these people or read in newspaper. Visited these sites and pointed the same way. Where are we now? What have we done? To our nature? To our own race? Its hard to bring a change in world, because for that we must change ourselves. But, would we?</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-78562363228601869522013-10-28T13:20:00.002+05:302013-10-28T13:20:14.570+05:30My Sister & Skin & I am #OctPoWriMo day 26, 27, 28<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Posting three poem today compensating the previous days. Of day 26, day 27, day 28 here. Spare me, yet again.<br />
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<i>For all that she's been</i><br />
<i>Sister three years elder to me</i><br />
<i>Fighting the storm</i><br />
<i>sailing over sees</i><br />
<i>Selfless she's been </i><br />
<i>Does not believe in God</i><br />
<i>All seasons she blooms</i><br />
<i>A social worker, a feminist</i><br />
<i>Bitter she may be</i><br />
<i>for thats how the truth is</i><br />
<i>the soldier</i><br />
<i>the messenger</i><br />
<i>the north star</i><br />
<i>For all that she's been </i><br />
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<i>What all you hide within</i></div>
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<i>War, if, is your skin</i></div>
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<i>I'd let you win</i></div>
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<i>Beyond zinn</i></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Day 28: I am.... an introspector</span></b></div>
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<i>Life goes as it goes</i></div>
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<i>But a cousin sister taught me</i></div>
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<i>I ask questions</i></div>
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<i>not to you</i></div>
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<i>To myself, often</i></div>
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<i>Of what I wish to do</i></div>
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<i>What is happiness, as I call it</i></div>
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<i>What is bliss, do I know of it?</i></div>
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<i>Then I met another person</i></div>
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<i>well, at a better level instead</i></div>
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<i>He asks questions</i></div>
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<i>He seeks</i></div>
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<i>I hope someday I can</i></div>
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<i>Direct all energies </i></div>
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<i>For I introspect</i></div>
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<i>In search of that light</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-20146969283184354852013-10-25T12:01:00.000+05:302013-10-25T12:01:56.591+05:30Birthday and more #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 25<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I remember the last birthday<br />
when I'd turned twenty<br />
yellow flowers are all I remember<br />
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when countless friends surrounded<br />
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I remember the last birthday<br />
when I'd turned twenty<br />
four cakes I think I got<br />
one baked at home<br />
of different colors<br />
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I remember the last birthday<br />
when I'd turned twenty<br />
Handmade gifts made my day<br />
along with some cards and all<br />
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I remember the last birthday<br />
when I'd turned twenty<br />
But my heart believes<br />
age is just a number-play</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-30971275966593410292013-10-24T14:51:00.001+05:302013-10-24T14:51:25.252+05:30Back then #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 24<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A girl, tiny girl<div>
climbing trees</div>
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playing with rocks</div>
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A girl, tiny girl</div>
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playing with dolls</div>
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building tiny house</div>
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A girl, tiny girl</div>
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stealing biscuits</div>
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running in corridors</div>
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A girl, tiny girl</div>
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confused with washrooms</div>
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using men's for few years</div>
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A girl, tiny girl</div>
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cycling, hiding</div>
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swimming through rains</div>
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A girl, tiny girl</div>
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dancing, singing</div>
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gushing, laughing</div>
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A girl, tiny girl</div>
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loving her younger brother</div>
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not so fond of her elder sister</div>
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A girl, tiny girl</div>
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who's the princess</div>
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of her own world</div>
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My mother says there are a few people who, from their childhood directly go to old age. After all old-age is second innings of childhood. In the sense, they never become adults. </div>
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I am one of those. Luckily. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-26281926360780647352013-10-23T19:26:00.001+05:302013-10-23T19:26:18.876+05:30Just counting #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 23<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFL_w8qw-d4/UmfVQx0rdgI/AAAAAAAAB0M/BqmdAp7DSng/s1600/1012864_608210102545158_1525747548_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RFL_w8qw-d4/UmfVQx0rdgI/AAAAAAAAB0M/BqmdAp7DSng/s320/1012864_608210102545158_1525747548_n.jpg" width="228" /></a><i>The hundred sixteenth night with you</i><br />
<i>in park, under the moon</i><br />
<i>The twenty fourth hour with you</i><br />
<i>in bed, warming in blanket</i><br />
<i>The fifth week after we met</i><br />
<i>a date, hot chocolate and nothing else</i><br />
<i>Fifty eight minutes I waited</i><br />
<i>you had brought flowers of color I hated</i><br />
<i>Third of September</i><br />
<i>we decided we wont talk anymore</i><br />
<i>Seventeenth November</i><br />
<i>we ended up in bed, with no future</i><br />
<i>two hundred thirty fourth morning</i><br />
<i>you said; lets get married</i><br />
<i>Eighty five years together</i><br />
<i>we sleep now in crypt, forever</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Photo credits to my favorite photographer till date- <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Hardik-Photography/215147545184751" target="_blank">Hardik Photography</a></i></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-41551764370109376522013-10-22T15:07:00.001+05:302013-10-22T15:07:06.232+05:30I glide #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 22<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i><b>or the black nature</b></i></div>
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<i><b>or the black soul</b></i></div>
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<i><b>are mine</b></i></div>
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<i><b>yet, I glance and glide</b></i></div>
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<i><b>across those parts; of mine</b></i></div>
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<i><b>The black talks</b></i></div>
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<i><b>or the black aura</b></i></div>
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<i><b>or the black eyes</b></i></div>
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<i><b>are mine</b></i></div>
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<i><b>yet, I glance and glide</b></i></div>
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<i><b>forgetting if I hurt </b></i></div>
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<i><b>The black sky</b></i></div>
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<i><b>then collides in me</b></i></div>
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<i><b>The black soil</b></i></div>
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<i><b>then uproots me</b></i></div>
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<i><b>The black noises which I make</b></i></div>
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<i><b>are never heard </b></i></div>
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<i><b>But I do not forget</b></i></div>
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<i><b>to glance and glide</b></i></div>
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<i><b>and travel on the </b></i></div>
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<i><b>black side; of mine</b></i></div>
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<i><b>For one day</b></i></div>
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<i><b>The black side; just might</b></i></div>
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<i><b>meet the white</b></i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-38152607474615443142013-10-21T18:00:00.001+05:302013-10-22T14:36:37.620+05:30Soil to Plant & Sky #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 20 and day 21<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Once again I am submitting a post comprising of two poems for day 20 and day 21 for OctPoWriMo. Spare me, yet again!<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>DAY 20- Soil to Plant</i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></b>
<i>so yesterday was great</i><br />
<i>cos it rained</i><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-anWkvg3_YSE/UmUeOyf7K9I/AAAAAAAABzg/-ciWE_2hWVI/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-anWkvg3_YSE/UmUeOyf7K9I/AAAAAAAABzg/-ciWE_2hWVI/s400/images.jpg" width="400" /></a><i>i hope you got</i><br />
<i>the purest water I'd sent</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>and later it was sunny</i><br />
<i>when you were busy cooking</i><br />
<i>yes I know the food was good</i><br />
<i>You'd sent some down here</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>This is just a thank you letter</i><br />
<i>for I am what I am</i><br />
<i>because of your efforts</i><br />
<i>i hope you remain blessed</i><br />
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<i>cos you are god's own angel</i><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>DAY 21- The Sky</i></span></b></div>
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<i> so infinite</i></div>
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<i>sometimes blue</i></div>
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<i>sometimes white</i></div>
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<i>sometimes yellow </i></div>
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<i>sometimes black</i></div>
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<i>all colors it has</i></div>
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<i>still for rainbow it awaits</i></div>
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<i>why can't it be happy</i></div>
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<i>with what it has?</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-36696108046740646692013-10-19T16:28:00.001+05:302013-10-19T16:28:39.200+05:30See you soon #OctPoWriMo day 19<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Your brown eyes </i><div>
<i>and wide smile</i></div>
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<i>from dusk till dawn</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>Light that you are to me</i></div>
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<i>Thats the only think I see</i></div>
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<i>Let me seek you in</i></div>
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<i>let you penetrate within</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>One sunset more</i></div>
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<i>next sunsrise you will be here</i></div>
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<i>let me dream of you</i></div>
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<i>yes, I will see you soon</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-82118383937746213132013-10-18T17:33:00.000+05:302013-10-18T17:33:01.513+05:30Hide and Lame #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 17 & day 18<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I missed yesterday, everyday writing a poem isnt a cake walk for me. But! Today am banging OctPoWriMo with two poems, one for yesterday, one for today. And got this idea from Nimue (our favorite blogger)- miss it yet dont miss it.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Hide- Day 17</span></b><br />
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<i>Swinging on the swing</i><br />
<i>the wind would hit thy face</i><br />
<i>Cycling day and night</i><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RWQfBlHgRyE/UmEjS3QhXBI/AAAAAAAABys/wR22UiglThs/s1600/FavePartyGame460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RWQfBlHgRyE/UmEjS3QhXBI/AAAAAAAABys/wR22UiglThs/s320/FavePartyGame460.jpg" width="320" /></a><i>the wind would hit thy face</i><br />
<i>face of a kid, I remember</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Making castles of the sand</i><br />
<i>falling and renewing again</i><br />
<i>never give up, this no one taught</i><br />
<i>just a shallow voice from inside</i><br />
<i>voice of child's pure soul, I remember</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Playing hide and seek</i><br />
<i>or something with a ball</i><br />
<i>making our own games</i><br />
<i>and mastering them all</i><br />
<i>innocence of a child, I remember</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Cooking some invisible food</i><br />
<i>making house under the table</i><br />
<i>sweating, shivering or just nothing</i><br />
<i>games of childhood</i><br />
<i>only a child remembers</i><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Lame- Day 18</span></b></div>
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<i>Electric wind of the fan</i></div>
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<i>something silly on my mind</i></div>
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<i>its nothing but a day</i></div>
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<i>a boring day, above of all</i></div>
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<i>Some weird faces I make</i></div>
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<i>when am at house and with me</i></div>
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<i>brother would look from behind and wonder</i></div>
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<i>what the hell keeps happening to her</i></div>
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<i>I just want to sleep some more</i></div>
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<i>no specific time for it</i></div>
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<i>lets get over with this poem</i></div>
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<i>and head to bed</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-7549529298349205032013-10-16T16:56:00.002+05:302013-10-16T17:26:00.507+05:30Letters #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 16<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I stand there<br />
I have known you since<br />
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every ounce of you<br />
which grows of you, within<br />
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I know about your dark sides<br />
even they have brought me light<br />
have I ever told you?<br />
No, I just wrote it in the letter<br />
letter that lay<br />
in the book you gave<br />
<br />
I stand there<br />
down your hallway<br />
which smells like you all across the stairs<br />
I left you something at the door<br />
you couldnt find it?<br />
not your fault, i held it firm and returned<br />
its a letter that lay<br />
in the book you gave<br />
<br />
I stand there<br />
when you walked down the aisle<br />
not with me, but with love of your life<br />
I wish it was me, with you<br />
Your hands in mine<br />
But all I have<br />
Are the letters held close<br />
some more letters lay<br />
in the book you gave<br />
<br />
I stand there<br />
Watching your kids grow & play<br />
You wave a hand at me<br />
our eyes coincide<br />
but never meet<br />
another decade will pass<br />
our memories grow fade<br />
but come at my home someday<br />
you will find a lot of letters<br />
which lay in the book you gave<br />
<br />
I stand there<br />
You look terrible and thin<br />
I never knew how old you've been<br />
To me, you are still the same<br />
They say these are your last days<br />
Fine! Tomorrow I will come<br />
clinching letters tight<br />
bring them out of the book<br />
which you gave to me<br />
<br />
I stand there<br />
These are the letters dear<br />
I have been writing since forever<br />
It talks of the love I have felt<br />
With each passing year<br />
Yes, these are some hundreds<br />
will take you some while<br />
But I dont need anything in return<br />
So I am leaving them here<br />
Take your time<br />
<br />
I stand here<br />
Silently Kept those letters near him<br />
He didnt make a sound<br />
Along with those letters<br />
I also returned him the book<br />
<br />
That day<br />
I moved forth his grave<br />
the wind flew those letters away maybe<br />
I never looked back<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bYY-9mHLZc0/Ul53u2GCKdI/AAAAAAAAByc/cIVZ3rAki94/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bYY-9mHLZc0/Ul53u2GCKdI/AAAAAAAAByc/cIVZ3rAki94/s320/images.jpg" width="320" /></a>I wrote this poem long back but never shared it on blog or with anyone, for reasons I myself don't know. But am glad this has come out, thanks to OctPoWriMo.<br />
Maybe I never did, but I wish to thank Nimue for this, for introducing me to OctPoWriMo basically. After each prompt I learn something new from co-bloggers, reading their's is a bliss and appreciation which am receiving is enormous. The best part is, Nimue hasn't just introduced me to this and left me wandering in this huge world. Rather she is with me, in form of comments on each and every single poem I have written. I don't think I ever had a person like her in my life, until recently. Its as if, not just putting seeds in the soil but also seeing the plant grow, daily. Thank you for being there. For being here! Am blessed to have you. This poem, a little dedication to Nimue. For a beautiful soul she is. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-39479123144019666682013-10-15T20:34:00.000+05:302013-10-15T20:34:55.143+05:30Humans must die! #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 15<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The river was all dried up<br />
Sky had never been this black<br />
with dust and pollution<br />
No one could breath<br />
in this weather<br />
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Waste waste all around!<br />
roads covered and houses filled<br />
only with what was of no use<br />
and so they started throwing waste<br />
into the outer space<br />
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Birds were flying to south<br />
you know then its a bad sign<br />
animals were running<br />
into a place they had secured<br />
for they knew, this day would come<br />
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And finally nature grew out of patience<br />
did something no one would think of<br />
she swooshed her earthely wand<br />
disappeared the human race;<br />
she was once so fond of<br />
<br />Humans vanished like they never existed<br />
got the punishment for the sins they made<br />
this was all in the newspaper, the very next day<br />
printed now by 'Dolphins limited'<br />
Nobody knew, but they could read and write<br />
better than us, in many ways<br />
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- and so nature belonged<br />
back to animals and birds<br />
and mountains and sky<br />
and space and rivers<br />
like it was supposed to be<br />
the penguin happily read the news<br />
in its igloo<br />
saying- "thank Nature!<br />
Finally the humans have died!"<br />
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I see what all newspaper is filled with, mainly to make us believe what devils we have become. Not just we hurt our own race but also the Nature. Various acts and laws have come in different countries for humans only, but who would do so for nature?<br />
As I always say, Earth would easily survive without humans, rather she will be better off. But not without trees and beautiful creatures who live here. Beautiful creatures, except Humans.<br />
We, sadly, do not deserve to live here anymore.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-88920417526430625832013-10-14T14:53:00.000+05:302013-10-14T14:53:51.529+05:30Shhhh.. #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 14<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Another hour of silence</i></div>
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<i>with your hands in mine</i></div>
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<i>eyes seeing you</i></div>
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<i>mind thinking nothing</i></div>
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<i>Just, this silence is so comforting</i></div>
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<i>with you</i></div>
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<i>Sitting in your balcony</i></div>
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<i>observing trees and nothing</i></div>
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<i>Beautiful nature</i></div>
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<i>And beautiful you</i></div>
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<i>Just, the silence is so comforting </i></div>
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<i>with you</i></div>
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<i>Long walks on the road</i></div>
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<i>hand in hand</i></div>
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<i>I talk about everything</i></div>
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<i>and you listen to it all, not really saying much</i></div>
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<i>Just, your silence is so comforting</i></div>
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<i>to me</i></div>
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<i>The aurora lights I dream of</i></div>
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<i>I see them in your eyes already</i></div>
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<i>You are a gift, I say</i></div>
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<i>Like heaven or even more</i></div>
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<i>Just, your silence is so comforting</i></div>
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<i>A part of life, now it looks</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-72991098006543092962013-10-14T14:06:00.003+05:302013-10-14T14:06:46.328+05:30Those Lights #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 13<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Light that glow</i></div>
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<i>Lights that lit</i></div>
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<i>Lights that lay on road</i></div>
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<i>Lights that are low</i></div>
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<i>Lightswhich is life-support</i></div>
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<i>Light that life-holds</i></div>
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<i>Light usually lifts</i></div>
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<i>Lights in limelight</i></div>
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<i>Light of ladylove</i></div>
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<i>Light so luminous</i></div>
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<i>Light always lingers</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296678316132669984noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994014652129011780.post-41708539078323021802013-10-12T22:47:00.001+05:302013-10-14T01:43:28.215+05:30Don't touch my things! #OctPoWriMo 2013 day 12<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So it was quite some while back<br />
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<i>"No one dare touch my things"</i></div>
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Thats all I said</div>
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Stay away from the bags & shoes</div>
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of my barbie dolls</div>
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I love it so much </div>
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If you will play with it</div>
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Ouch! it will hurt</div>
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Going forth on timeline</div>
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Little kids who visit our home</div>
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always want a toy of two</div>
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the stuff dolls</div>
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or Doreamon</div>
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My mother sees the look on my face</div>
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Sigh! Its so hard to give them away</div>
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Loving them with all my heart</div>
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and now seeing them in their hands</div>
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<i>"Dont touch my things" </i></div>
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Deep down inside, I say</div>
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Now that I have grown age-vise</div>
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the mind still remains in that time</div>
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the toys sit still on my table</div>
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the barbie dolls have been</div>
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sleeping inside the wardrobe</div>
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Still, sharing things which I love</div>
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have been, oh! so difficult</div>
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For I get attached to things so much</div>
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they have been with me all the way</div>
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the first friendship band from second standard</div>
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fallen beads of broken necklace</div>
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earrings that someone gifted</div>
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or just the chocolate wrappers</div>
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They are all on the form of some memoirs</div>
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The shadows dont leave me</div>
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Not of mine, but of things I love</div>
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But I want them to stay</div>
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Stay for the sake of happy times</div>
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or sad ones instead</div>
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