Cherubic, its i hear
--mid night foot steps--
--the bangle sounds--
all that remained plangent
along the corridors..
--
---
within the closed pages of my diary
the less understood lines murmur
when the words get rearranged..
V@@S...
You give me a fistful pain,i shall sell you some dreams; dreams in red, blue, green. which one you need, dear soul?
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Life , Love and In Between...
Life
I see a null dimension
between a crest and
the adjacent trough.
--
---
You know,
I know,
They too know--
--(that)--
A wave propagates ;
if and only if
a medium is there...
Love
I wont hesitate
to break the vessel of clay,
I had made by my own.
"U" have to believe
that the same hand which
writes a poetry for "U"
--(even)-- can press "Ur" neck
tight too...And... In Between
I have died once
twice--
thrice---
and i am still alive
to die once more...
V@@S...
I see a null dimension
between a crest and
the adjacent trough.
--
---
You know,
I know,
They too know--
--(that)--
A wave propagates ;
if and only if
a medium is there...
Love
I wont hesitate
to break the vessel of clay,
I had made by my own.
"U" have to believe
that the same hand which
writes a poetry for "U"
--(even)-- can press "Ur" neck
tight too...And... In Between
I have died once
twice--
thrice---
and i am still alive
to die once more...
V@@S...
feral blues
Yesterday,
when power had gone
I met "U" newly..
"U" (---) glowing--
glowing red
and
"I" (---), keep falling
as molten wax..
---
Today,
I am walking a road,
that was never mine.
Its not "U"; rather the curves
I had choosen to find "U"
at a node, betrayed...
---
Confidence! is so poor to hold often!
---
Tomorrow,
I may laugh; once,
louder, more louder
while holding a rose
upon the palm
and
failing to discriminate between
YoU and PaIn...
V@@S...
when power had gone
I met "U" newly..
"U" (---) glowing--
glowing red
and
"I" (---), keep falling
as molten wax..
---
Today,
I am walking a road,
that was never mine.
Its not "U"; rather the curves
I had choosen to find "U"
at a node, betrayed...
---
Confidence! is so poor to hold often!
---
Tomorrow,
I may laugh; once,
louder, more louder
while holding a rose
upon the palm
and
failing to discriminate between
YoU and PaIn...
V@@S...
Monday, May 25, 2009
Scrapes
Livid-Dark-Whits
'bruises',
Phlebotomizing from the veins;
blues of a wraith bears no grandness.
Yesterday-Tomorrow
are all indivisible entities;
blots of what i have erred,
heart strings of the untouched vibes,
restrained breathes from eons
and a
fissile heart...
V@@S...
'bruises',
Phlebotomizing from the veins;
blues of a wraith bears no grandness.
Yesterday-Tomorrow
are all indivisible entities;
blots of what i have erred,
heart strings of the untouched vibes,
restrained breathes from eons
and a
fissile heart...
V@@S...
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