Penoramatic Reveries

STAY

2009-04-06T12:54:00.000-07:00

Speaking pleasing words,

The silence didn’t stay..

Singing useless songs,

The Music didn’t stay..

Loving not love but lust,

The love didn’t stay..

Striking wrong chords,

The guitar didn’t stay..

Wanting to be perfect,

The child didn’t stay..

Going for schools,

The education didn’t stay..

Singing to the society,

The musicians didn’t stay..

Watching lifeless arts,

The painters didn’t stay..

Building machines for others,

The engineering mind didn’t stay..

Throwing all the colors,

Embracing lifeless wonders,

The canvas didn’t stay..

Thinking about images,

The mind didn’t stay..

Plucking the beauty,

The flowers didn’t stay..

Attending parties,

Friends didn’t stay..

Caring about worship and rituals,

God didn’t stay..

Living for and in others,

Life didn’t stay..

But,

They came back,

They all did,

Love and music and life,

Mind,

They believed,

I too will not stay,

So I joined them on the outskirts,

At the entrance to a life,

Lived and will be lived,

The gates are there,

The fog isn’t,

So I see,

Wish you too,

Till then you see,

Things not staying anymore,

And those which will,

Not all worth it are they ?

She had loved him once.

2009-04-01T16:16:00.000-07:00

She had loved him once.
Like the slender silken thread of her dress,
She wove her life around him;

She had loved him once.
In multitudinous wild ways,
She enlightened his life

She had loved him once.
Like the burning lamp,
Her passion glowed through the night

She had loved him once.
Soft like petals, her pursed lips
Curved into a smile every time their eyes met.

She had loved him once.
Her eyes alit with dreams
Aglow with happiness

She had loved him once.
Like an obsession;
She craved for his touch

Ravaged by fate,
She sits limp in a corner.
With glassy unseeing eyes,
Like a porcelain doll.
This beautiful, fragile creature.
She no longer sees him

The after-taste of near death
lingered;
In the corridors of memories,
Haunted she roams,
And the grave of their love mocks
At his persistent efforts.

She had loved him once.
Willfully, truly, madly, deeply.
And now she didn’t even recognize him.

prompt for the week : love

2009-03-29T01:10:00.000-07:00

Well, the blog aint still dead yet guys ! However, we can call it the "phoenix blog" if u may like. Anyhow let us restart the creativity once again. Let the prompt for this week be love....

Always mysterious, always sweetly painful... Always difficult to write about as its unexplainable...

However, I will start with my post .. waitin fr others' also - posts + comments on my writing [ P.S. u can fake kindness in your comments :) ]

Cheers.

the pain of a desire ...

2009-03-29T00:55:00.000-07:00

As I sit and wonder,

Staring at those deep eyes,

Waiting for her to say something,

But not wanting to hear any words;

I sat like a frozen man,

Lost in the sight of her face,

All I wanted was her arms around me,

But not wanting to disturb her stillness at all;

The way this wind caresses her hair,

And they fall on her face,

All that I wanted was the wind not to flow,

But not wanting it to stop at all;

She broke her stillness,

And looked up as first raindrops touched her face,

Filled me with a desire to cover her,

Not wanting to find a cover at all;

The rain drenches us,

As we sat there silent,

Doesn’t she look beautiful?

As I asked myself;

I couldn’t help but admire,

This placid torture,

The pain of a desire…..

Unnamed

2008-12-14T07:06:00.001-08:00

"Forget me not ", I will not say any more
for countless flowers have blossomed in the yard
and bees in frenzied swarms they allure ,
which hum , like the tune of a singing bard.

Let me thus dissolve and fade away .
Like winged seeds , in the winter gale , let me fly
until the wind dies down this fair day .
Then there let me fall , let me die , let me die .

Let me die and arise anew again
but as a plant - life in a different form
and may I savor the pleasure of earth and rain
and may I stand my ground against a storm .

Me...!!

2008-12-09T05:45:00.000-08:00

Me the guy

With the twinkle in the eye

Just love to watch

As the time flies by

I hate to work

I'm very lazy

I only work hard

To make life easy

I never give up

Just love to try

When I am angry

Things around me fly

I like to eaaaaat

But not a lot

With my imagination i jump

Over the rainbow a lot

I'm not adventurous

Its just not meant to be

I take my life

Like it comes to me

I always aim high

As high as I can

To touch the stars

Is always my plan

My pals call me a genius

That I am certainly not

I read for the sake of reading

Thats what I am about

I only dream of things

Things that I can do

Not impossible things

Nor expensive stuff too

I'm a miser

I hate to spend

I save for me

To use in the end

I live for the future

Not dwelling in the past

My life is not at the finish

The road ahead is vast

I love to party

Make new friends

Just be casual

Try new trends

I only fear

But fear itself

This life of mine

Is on the bottom shelf

This is my Life

Just one long verse

But this life cannot be better

Be it a blessing or a curse!!

Pretty ME !!

2008-12-07T18:55:00.001-08:00

With words i wove my wings
and added colors of friendship.
blessed with love from all,
i hop to new poetic flowers,
in the garden of life,
wanders me, the pretty butterfly :)

Changing me

2008-12-04T13:04:00.000-08:00

Something that changed I or Me.. completely. Something that made me diversify my spectrum and something that made me clear my perception.

Inside my heart,
right next to you
Is where i originate from
For my heart is fragmented from your's ; from youAnd we'll live there forever
For eternities together
With flickering rememberances,
Of times gone and cherishedOur love is boundless; our passion endless,The tingles are inexplainable,The wounds are open yet merged ; we will never cease to be
Words wont fail us,We will fail wordsFor they are nothing but manifestationsOf what we feelBut then again, we feel something known not to the worldSo how will these mundane earthly creations express something so divine;
to which they are uneducatedMaybe we'll color space and time with the vibratory color we exert;
Maybe we'll die with the excessity of it,Though dying is just another way,
Of being in unision
Then that day will come again,
Right from within you
When the earth will merge back into its entity
When nothing would remain, neither would I
I too will shatter into mere pieces
And merge into you, i know, not for the first time
When you honor me with life again, i'll split into me
For me too is a part of you
Even if i know splitting means going away from you,
I wouldnt regret it, for its your will
For I know, I'm a part of you
And will eventually die into you...
Again
for i know im a part of you and will eventually die into

Optimism About I Or Me

2008-12-04T02:33:00.001-08:00

A)
A dreamer's life
A Diwali candle
Flickering
Fluttering
Yet burning
Yet learning
How to cope
With the wind

A rush of wind
It sways
Yet always
It is there
To adhere
The laws of dreaming
To stand its ground

Sometimes in the wind
It gets so small
To stop it's fall
It still burns
It again learns
How to stand
An epitome of beauty

It watches it's counterparts
Those who lost
The disgrace they got
Couldn’t stand seconds
Of the rushing winds
They gave up
It didn't

A diwali candle
Is special
For this candle
Is lucky to beautify
Diwali festivity
Not every candle
Is a diwali candle

Its luck they say
But fortune always
Favors the brave
The luck comes
With hard-working dreams
So be a diwali candle
Be a special one

P.S. Never stop dreaming
It is about a Diwali candle. A diwali candle I would call is a special candle. Similarly, a dreamer is a special person. He does not give in to the rat race and follows what his heart says. Tries hard and all. That is why I said hard-working dreams.
If you really like this poetry, never give up your dreams. Follow them. Like a candle that dances to the tunes of wind but never gives up, you also should handle obstructions and criticism that way. Also, without air, candle can’t burn if you know little bit of science. So without criticism you won’t be able to do anything.
Sort of out of context, but similar thing. Recently Sachin Tendulkar said, people threw stones at me, and I turned them into milestones.

B)Let Me
Let me for a moment in time
Find something to do for myself
Let me for a moment in time
Have a feeling to do with only myself

Let me have a date with me
Let me serve myself a drink
Let me have a date with me
Let me buy myself as gift something

Let me say I love you to the mirror
Let me look good for myself for once
Let me say I love you to the mirror
Let me do a solo salsa dance

A friendship day, a valentine’s day
A parent’s day, where’s a full mine day
A friendship day, a valentine’s day
I add a-serve-yourself - wine-day

Let me forget society for once
Let me say I exist for myself
Let me forget society for once
Let me hold the wrist of myself

Let me hug myself so hard
That I feel I love myself the most
Let me hug myself so hard
That I feel I am my self’s best

Let me just keep a day off for myself
Let me go on a drive with myself
Let me keep a day off for myself
My soul is calling me

c)Raghavness
Eclipsing Essence Of Extended Experience
Where World Worries Worth Of Wordiness
Insanity In Me Imbibes Itself In It’s Inside
Aspirations Aspire Aspiringly To Be Airfly
Raghav With Rage And Rarity Resonating
A Skilled Schildly Sickening Sillhoutte
Breaking Boringly With Beastly Breaths
Moves, Mimmicks Mockery And Manages
To Be Mumma’s Boy

I am ....

2008-12-03T21:43:00.000-08:00

Who am I ?

any attempt to answer that question implies the assumptions -- a) i am something that i can understand, b) i can explain what i understand, and c) i do not change by the above processes of understanding and then explaining myself.

[ :) ]

you see, i am not sure if any of those assumptions are valid. here are the problems:

a) is the paradox of the eye seeing the eye. no, not the eye seeing the model of the eye, the eye seeing another eye, but, the eye seeing itself, in its entirety, inside out. umm... you see the problem ;)

b) even if the eye can see itself, can it describe itself? will it make any sense to anyone else?
वो जब रामजी ने सीताजी को देखा, तो उस समय का वर्णन तुलसीदासजी कुछ ऐसे करतें हैं की
गिरा अनयन
नैन बिन वाणी
अब जो मैं कहीं भूले भटके ख़ुद को समझ ही लूँ, तो भी, समझाऊँ कैसे?

c) its like that guy heraclitus worried about not being able to step into the same river twice. the river flows, is constantly changing. so even if i do understand who i am right now, and then explain it to you, i might as well not have done it, because the manual is obsolete by the time it is written. the very process of becoming self aware, alters me, and i am someone else now.

there.

the defense rests.

:D

Who am I ?

2008-12-03T05:08:00.000-08:00

Who am I ..
I am yet to know !
What is my purpose?
Where will I go?

An evangelist,
An enthusiast.
Yearn to know ..
And a wish to last.

Questions all over;
Scattered here and there.
Wanna answer them all,
But not a moment to spare.

I want to chose...
What drives me on?
But will that remain,
When am gone?

A dose of inspiration.
A dash of gain.
Lost in dreams...
Not a bad bargain !

Day donkey;
Throughout the day.
Tagged as nite owl;
Also u can say. :P

Yes ...
I am emotional fool they say,
but when times are tough,
I handle, I conduct,
And thats enough !!

Aye captain!!
Am bolted to will;
A desire to win hearts,
And a void to fill.

Grant me lord ??
Each day something anew;
To smile at my doings,
And the wisdom to continue !!

Random thoughts on the move .. Yes i know ...

desolation -- Rick Castillo

2008-12-02T16:53:00.000-08:00

I decided to follow the lead of " Me :) " and contribute a poem I wrote previously, a very sad poem. This poem reflects my state of mind from a time about two years ago when I was sufferering from severe separation anxiety because my family was split apart by my divorce from my spouse. Writing this poem helped me come to grips with the tormented emotions I was cycling through at the time. It has been a long journey up from the depths of my depression but I am happy to say that I am well healed now and my children have also adjusted well to the new reality of our lives.

——>——>——>——>——>——>——>——>——>——↓

deserted and depressed since yesterday
when you stole him away from my everyday
leaving me nothing but wretchedness and decay

walk along the river in drizzling rain
once bright scenes now clouded by disdain
I can no longer feel the love through the pain

cannot think of any way to reconnect
without him seeing the hideous defect
if he looks back he’ll see my life is a wreck

completely numb unable to feel
no one to love in this life all too real
not even a moment of joy left to steal

I’ll never again be able to cope
there will never be any reason to hope
all I can see is the end of a rope

no sun today only steel gray light
dull day descends into dismal black night
black night bleeds over my desolate plight

Rick

Me :) -- Meena Iyer

2008-12-02T02:59:00.000-08:00

I have been thinking what to write for this prompt when Navin made it easy for me. For it is an poetry prompt and one can post in old poems.. And being self obsessed the way I am.. I have already written 2 poems on this topic.. One is a happy poem.. and one a sad one.. Which one you like.. or what you get from it.. I am not sure.. whether it depicts me.. well it surely does.. to the last T :)

So here they are...

Looking through the inner me,
A distorted vision I find
Memories golden, rose tinted sea
colors of various intensity,
Images flit through my fickle mind.

With words, pauses and random rhymes;
I paint them in various hues,
Wayward thoughts, rants and dreams.
A poetess? A writer? Confusion reigns!
Everyday I am born anew :-)

And now the sad poem....

Thousands of accusations
Quadrapuled confusions
Love ,hate and guilt
Into unresloved mess,
Enmeshed
Am depressed
Embittered! Dismal!
Looking for approval

P.S: This post is totally open for criticism.. Do not spare my "feelings" :)

power turns me on big time ! -- Mayank Sharma

2008-12-01T13:55:00.000-08:00

well...mundane stuff like who m i ..whats my purpose in life..my qualities..etc r boring crap. Let me share what really turns me on [ no no... m nt goin to b sleezy plz ]... its power . N power only of my mind and self.

Power is a b'ful experience. Trust me. Its like God. And no1 can make u feel powerful more than your enemies or the ppl who r your competitors. And whos your biggest enemy? YOU !
We r the ones who let emotions rule us ..we r the ones who get carried away by situations and blame our weakness on the nature... bt if v knw that we cant beat us ... its a real high . And no amount of drugs or beer or wine etc can match that state. The state of power over self..the state of knowledge that u rule thyself...by the virtue of ur mind..

And this is a real turn on for me.

hmm..n well mundane stuff ...m nt a peoples person. Infact i dont trust 99.99 percent of them. But m not against them at all ...i believe in total logic..even with sm1 against me. Plus i am a slave for rock music ..fav bands > nearly all of them except rollin' stones.

I really suck at small talks...so i generally refrain frm it. People who actually try that with me ...go disappointed :) ...although girls dont :P ..

I love ayn rand n her philosophy n i find reason in that. I am totally against religion n castes ...they divide us into smthng which we r not. And what else ? hmm ... i believe in total love thng ... lust is a good short term thng but ultimately leaves u cold, bitter n unsatisfied.

Nways ..enuf frm my side guys....

Cheers ! :)

Prompt No. 1: I or Me

2008-12-01T04:35:00.000-08:00

The prompt for the week is about you.. all about you and anything about you. Introduce yourself.. share something about you..

Tell us something about yourself. It is sometimes difficult to say about ourselves, Not the broken old record that we tell everyone, but the inner you. A part of you that you keep hidden, may be from yourself too, and yet you yearn for someone to understand. But no one can understand us until we are able to express ourself isnt it ? Tell us about any experience of yours, an incident that marks special in your life. Or anything that you fancy.

So let us try to express what we really are, who we really are, beneath the defenses and behind the disguises, so that we know us and each other better.

Post your poems in the blog under the label, I or Me and then post the links to your in the comments section of this post.

Cheers !!