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Destination
Destination
Dreaming, drifting, Darting back and forth, Day and night, In search of an invisible life, The invisible ideal, The invisible 'here', The mirage. Half of life smoken through, Half of days in rotten reveries, Half of nights in sleepless gloomies. The race run amuck, Blind alleys, sharp turns, Invisible lanes, Steep, rocky, craggy paths; Unrelenting struggle, Unfailing quest. Deep, dark, sunken eyes, Graying, thinning hair, Bony face, wrinkled case, Staggering feet, failing strength. But the futile struggle must go on For the dreams, goals, ideals--- Long-forgotten, left behind, Mixed up, mutilated In meaningless sentiments, Emotional absurdities, Cursed conformities…. Difficult even to discover myself, My own self, my true self. The journey goes on, Only the destination is unknown…. |
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Distance
The Sun and the Island Roam under the same sky, Yet they never meet....
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"You interpret my heart, my nature, as you wish to believe it. In truth, I have no secret longing to be saved from myself." (Eugene Onegin – Alexander Pushkin) |
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a good thing
aoa,
ur work is very expressive n impressive.sure go through ur blog soon the good thing css did to me is tht i had to go back in time to scrach out my memories n thats y autobiography ws the hardest part ny ways here is a poem which i wrote when i was in the 2nd semester of grad. walking at dawn, in the street called life i find my way bleak following a lonely path searching for the heart tht beats an emotion & passion to learn an enlightened path i seek i owe others a lot but find no one to speak gladly, i stay awake through the night to look for souls & reach the light in them to feel the truth that lies beneath. so when r u stop reading poetry??????i mean after this....... p.s: im not a literary person but i do like comments. masalama |
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The Dark sky loves and weeps
Peeping into the dark frightening night The sky wept For the moon, perhaps... Roared in passion Thundered So furious so intense! But...the moon was lost And the sky wept... Perhaps for the dark islands, Aggrieved hearts, lost hopes Or for the impressionless eyes! Ah! The dark sky loves and weeps Like a boy who lost his toy... Is the moon thy toy? Or love? Or both? Thou weepst that thou could not love her enough? Or thou couldn’t stop her? Or the farewell kiss froze thee! Ah! The dark sky weeps Like a boy who lost his toy! Weep if it relieves thee, Thy weeping would fuse the sun Thou vindictive dark sky! Weep for the moon And take the Sun away! And thou know what? Thou weepst like a boy Who lost his toy....
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What is Next to Pain....
Nothingness....
Poured water on my buring heart Smoke rises and my eched dreams I see Melting in to the hot thin air I breath And still loving thee tells me love knows no bounds…. The stupid heart aches and breaks Collects itself and once again lights the fire As obstinate as myself…. It wont comprehend That there is some thing called The end….
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Farewel...
The sun
Once the symbol, Of love and life Got fused one eve And forgot he could shine… But Birds still chirped Moon rose high In the sky… And islands kept roaming.
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Point-Blank You see
The pale fusing Sun Far away Drowning into darkness? That's me! Without you....
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Nightingale sang in autumn and died!
Nightingale sang in autumn and died! Love’s aloofness now matters naught! Sensations are dead, life denied. Roses withered, Passions forgot Hearts cried, she lied deep inside! In dark, lonely heart memories brood; Like March winds filch into the blood, Driving the pulse its coolness protrude; As fiery sun unsheathes an opening bud. What! Shall I ever sigh and pine? Have I no harvest but all thorns! No smiles, no flowers, no rosy lips’ wine? All aloofness, neither love nor scorns! I loved, I bled, I cried, Nightingale sang in autumn and died! Love’s aloofness now matters naught Sensations are dead, life denied!
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"You interpret my heart, my nature, as you wish to believe it. In truth, I have no secret longing to be saved from myself." (Eugene Onegin – Alexander Pushkin) Last edited by S.H.Virk; Wednesday, October 13, 2010 at 04:21 PM. |
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Happy Valentine
I am
Where I was… The life then Is now a pause! It’s dark As night, Alone I am Sans thy sight! Yes! I have worn Impurities along The years between And a new song! But here I am Unchanged and true To myself… And to you! (Originally Posted on 13-02-2011)
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