tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71032783971311772632024-03-14T01:26:04.662+05:30apterous butterflies...You give me a fistful pain,i shall sell you some dreams;
dreams in red, blue, green. which one you need, dear soul?Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-901027884954587282011-12-23T15:10:00.000+05:302011-12-23T15:10:41.276+05:30reverberation<i><b>It's "how" that always <br />
succumbs to a "why".<br />
Renegade "me",<br />
pricked, mended and crystallized<br />
by the satiny shaved solitude<br />
slumbers over the palliasse<br />
of an eternal "You"-ness.<br />
love, prosified.<br />
Sigh!<br />
"You" impaled a lifeless "me".</b></i><br />
<br />
<b>V@@S..</b>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-9714432543048836652011-03-18T08:14:00.000+05:302011-03-18T08:14:02.621+05:30echoes<i><b>The endless echoes and reechoes<br />
of "YoUr" Silence sustains "him"<br />
within a convulsive "me".<br />
And "I" am neither the subject any more<br />
nor "You"..<br />
<br />
We have dissevered our<br />
nights, paths and an irrefutable reality<br />
bruising love.<br />
<br />
Endurance has it's own limit<br />
with respect to the amplitude of loneliness<br />
and I dampen the same<br />
to make sure,<br />
"You" are always safe <br />
in my heart..<br />
</b></i>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-41028984842327754562010-12-10T11:07:00.000+05:302010-12-10T11:07:36.134+05:30Triad<i><b><br />
The lidless nights<br />
depart with an unjust you;<br />
utterly unjust between the moments of 'Us'.<br />
Hence I subtract 'me' to sanctify the rest.<br />
<br />
Some dreams are<br />
miserably chromatic,<br />
so I have spared<br />
a little more darkness<br />
for you to palpebrate.<br />
<br />
One day, I may need<br />
to bedim my face<br />
with the oddments left<br />
and---<br />
I shall cipher love into silence.<br />
<br />
<br />
V@@S...</b></i>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-5011380455290494292010-12-03T13:06:00.000+05:302010-12-03T13:06:46.279+05:30Raincoat<i><b>It's December that always deceives.<br />
Unlike other winters, here I draw a life<br />
into maps; maps of different seasons.<br />
I put aside the winter and hold the rain for me.<br />
<br />
Every thing is different with december.<br />
Some dreams are borne neath the blanket <br />
and burnt neath the same,<br />
except a few stolen to sustain my identity<br />
with the Raincoat.<br />
<br />
V@@S..</b></i>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-21052480582291218062010-11-26T11:03:00.000+05:302010-11-26T11:03:34.682+05:30achromatic<i><b>My feelings are hydrophilic,<br />
So 'I' owe a lot to 'YoU'<br />
unlike the insolated<br />
domains around 'Us'.<br />
<br />
'I' conceal myself from the summers,<br />
cocoon my head on 'Your' lap<br />
and 'YoU' buy me the colours and rains.<br />
<br />
'YoU' had no affinity for colours,<br />
So 'YoU' prefer me to be achromatic<br />
<br />
and--<br />
<br />
I offer 'YoU' a day<br />
and a million nights<br />
<br />
to<br />
live,<br />
muse..<i></i></b></i><br />
<br />
V@@S...Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-39541740607571557072010-11-19T15:35:00.000+05:302010-11-19T15:35:43.768+05:30subterfuge<i><b>I was still, numb--<br />
and the road passed relatively<br />
with the clouds.<br />
I clung slowly escaping the shadows foregone<br />
to reach unto the palm of darkness.<br />
I merely saw any colour.<br />
<br />
You may inculpate me if I say,<br />
the Gulmohar was colourless,<br />
<br />
but I am not..<br />
</b></i>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-75823650877613467172010-08-17T18:29:00.000+05:302010-08-17T18:29:56.668+05:30Missed Hue.<i><b>SweetHeart, "Write a poem for me"<br />
where there would be flowers, butterflies,<br />
rainbow and a river.<br />
Allayed!<br />
He wrote the best poem of his life.<br />
Sigh! It was numb, colourless(!)<br />
---<br />
Sweetheart,"did You add love <br />
to your words?"<br />
<br />
Nay!<br />
<br />
Thus <br />
He missed love <br />
and all the colours around...</b></i>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-39696042774950349242009-09-22T08:18:00.000+05:302009-09-22T08:18:59.073+05:30looks<i><b>The tempest has taught me indeed;<br />
'how violent the silence falls'.<br />
Blur are the unhappy eyes<br />
but not the way they look.<br />
</b></i>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-84895776287159105112009-09-22T08:16:00.000+05:302009-09-22T08:16:07.000+05:30evolution<i><b>Obnubilate are the words<br />
i whisper, but eyes speak it all.<br />
There was no "I", even, no "You" at a time;<br />
we evolved from nothingness and diffused ourselves<br />
within the limits of our carmined wings.</b></i>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-58998895928499868082009-09-15T08:26:00.000+05:302009-09-15T08:26:15.893+05:30feral blues<i><b><br />
<br />
Yesterday,<br />
within the swarthy lone night<br />
I unwrapped "YoU" newly<br />
"YoU", slowly burning carmined<br />
and<br />
"I", keep falling;<br />
mellowed,dethawed<br />
as molten wax.<br />
---<br />
Today,<br />
I am walking a road,<br />
that was never mine.<br />
Its the curves<br />
I had choosen to find "YoU"<br />
at a node, betrayed.<br />
---<br />
Confidence! is so poor to hold on often!<br />
---<br />
Tomorrow,<br />
I may laugh; once,<br />
louder, more louder<br />
while holding a rose<br />
upon the palm<br />
and<br />
failing to discriminate between<br />
YoU and PaIn.<br />
<br />
</b></i>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-89036355701292183352009-09-08T20:36:00.000+05:302009-09-08T20:36:47.244+05:30Mute<i><b><br />
<br />
<br />
The bemused muse<br />
draping her lambent eyes;<br />
beckoning me wistfully,<br />
Piercing the eternal opacity<br />
of my withered Heart.<br />
</b></i>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-87676566787002568282009-09-04T13:57:00.000+05:302009-09-04T13:57:14.325+05:30fellow<i><b><br />
<br />
I presume <br />
that i walk alone<br />
but still i see<br />
a road constantly<br />
walking with me.<br />
</b></i>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-62285812060057379652009-09-04T13:53:00.000+05:302009-09-04T13:53:36.178+05:30Stillness<i><b><br />
<br />
Can't the heart <br />
be still?<br />
Or beating <br />
is the only sound<br />
that stillness <br />
breathes?</b></i>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-62117340255879417322009-09-04T08:52:00.002+05:302009-09-04T08:52:31.649+05:30Road<i><b><br />
How sad<br />
the road lays tonight!<br />
May be it doesn't like me<br />
walking alone.</b></i>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-85493429760266293142009-09-04T08:47:00.000+05:302009-09-04T08:47:54.987+05:30Suppose!<i><b><br />
Suppose this night<br />
stays on,<br />
will you borrow<br />
some more love from<br />
the sullen fog<br />
or<br />
shall i wait <br />
for the moon<br />
to delude my eyes?<br />
</b></i>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-73621515650461694432009-09-04T08:37:00.000+05:302009-09-04T08:37:34.573+05:30loneliness<i><b><br />
You extend my existence<br />
beyond infinity<br />
and i confine myself within you.<br />
</b></i>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-37107825235987743722009-09-04T08:35:00.002+05:302009-09-04T08:35:57.471+05:30Sung<i><b><br />
<br />
I hear <br />
what the words murmur, <br />
do you?<br />
</b></i>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-59814019569912166312009-09-04T08:33:00.000+05:302009-09-04T08:33:50.674+05:30nature<i><b><br />
<br />
I close my eyes<br />
and see<br />
the dew drops<br />
making love with<br />
the deep green seams.<br />
<br />
</b></i>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-15160751626819114122009-08-30T13:34:00.000+05:302009-08-30T13:35:26.329+05:30October<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Let the stars <br />yearn tonight<br />and moon ,scream louder.<br />Blame not the azure sky,<br />October has passed away.<br /><br /></span></span>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-19523976163144198892009-08-30T13:27:00.000+05:302009-08-30T13:33:04.665+05:30Bewrayed<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Ravaged sentience,<br />quiescent eyes<br />cloistered soul<br />all grew me up<br />when You bewrayed.<br /></span></span>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-10916077450093741362009-08-30T13:26:00.001+05:302009-08-30T13:34:20.558+05:30Borrowed<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />These breathes ,<br />i have borrowed <br />from yesterday<br />and, if I may,<br />i would borrow<br />an ounce of pain,<br />a bucket of tears,<br />and some emptiness<br />to paint my nights<br />with hues of dark.<br /></span></span>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-72413708399896965252009-08-30T13:26:00.000+05:302009-08-30T13:27:17.878+05:30Except<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Blue moon,<br />pink sky,<br />green rose,<br />all I have <br />except <br />you and love.<br /><br /></span></span>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-81538801220983289452009-08-30T13:24:00.001+05:302009-08-30T13:26:15.767+05:30Sold<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />My flute plays with <br />the pitches of<br />You,Love<br />Shadow,Pain<br />Sigh! It could know,<br />I have sold my feel at thee.<br /></span></span>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-77139089545370777362009-08-30T13:22:00.000+05:302009-08-30T13:24:17.905+05:30InebriateThese scars itch, bleed<br />when wind wraps a tone of you.<br />These nights now never fall short<br />to hold you in me<br />as I have enough darkness<br />to let me get drunk.Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7103278397131177263.post-35846862230993104482009-08-30T10:55:00.000+05:302009-08-30T10:59:50.662+05:30Deal<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />I had a deal<br />with the rain,<br />It'll refract the sun<br />only in "Red"<br /><br />And---<br />in promise<br />You wont<br />shed my joys <br />from your eyes.<br />--<br />---<br />----<br />I'll drip the sepals<br />in crimson red<br />before "YoU" palm <br />my bare words up<br />being withered<br />at the Dusk.<br /><br /></span></span>Pravaas...http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231028971279699610noreply@blogger.com0