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Sunday, December 14, 2008

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Carnival of Rust
By Poets of the Fall
Carnival of Rust
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26 Lines....

At first there was darkness, cold yet inviting

A moonless night with no purpose or direction

Whilst sunlight was a stark reminder of existence

So we hid behind a carefully crafted veil

 

It was a drop of wine, when our sanity spilt over the brim

Subtle hints where recognition failed

Waiving every warning sign, rushing along

Rearranging messy lives, realizing reality

 

Dancing images in a puddle of water

Vaguely familiar – a broken reflection?

And a sudden clarity of thought, void of hesitation

A story emerged, fiction with facts none but us could see

 

Shedding inhibitions, and fake masks

Taking the long journey back to innocence

Surprisingly shortened by a shadowy figure – an alter self

 

Raging fires threatened to burn our castle

How they underestimated the rain that would fall

Quenching our thirst, and dampening their hopes

Binding us together, stronger and closer than ever before

 

Intimacy as never felt before, a trust to beat all odds

A death wish, a kiss to instill life in this hollow body

Ending with a pleasant jolt, of dying in your eyes

 

Now the moonlight feels warm against my cold skin

And each whisper of breeze touches my soul

The heat seems mild, a halo that surrounds me

Breathing your name till I breathe my last


FIFA 2006 - an alternate reality

 

Heads turned as she walked into the restaurant – chicly dressed, her slender figure stood out. She tossed her hair and walked over to her date, high heels clicking on the marble.

‘Hi! I’m Jean. You must be Giovanni?’, she said as she sat down in front of him. Dressed in black formals, he took her breath away – tall, dark and handsome. And those eyes…….

‘Nice place you’ve chosen. Very classy.’, she proffered and starting the conversation. ‘Yes! It was the only place that stays open till the game ends’, he replied as the LCD screen came alive with a direct transmission from Germany.

“The soccer final? Oh, the violence of it all. Not stylish at all!’ she said.

‘Style isn’t on the field. It’s off it. Right now, its only about the game’, his eyes riveted on the screen as the match kicked off.

‘The game? So that’s why we’re here, instead of a romantic sojourn together?’

‘Romance? I’ve only just met you!’, he exclaimed

‘Let’s just order shall we? Wine and Cheese?’, she suggested. He made a face and said,   ‘Cheese is for mice! Lets ask for a risotto. I’ve heard it’s very good here, and red wine!’ And without waiting for an answer, he placed the order. She sat there stunned, just as Italy scored their first goal.

‘How could you order without asking me?, she fumed

‘What was there to ask? I wanted to order for the lady.’, he justified.

‘Oh really? Unfortunately, I happen to be allergic to rice. So now, I’ll order something else!’, she stated as France equaled Italy’s score.

They ate in silence, till the penalties. As Italy won 5-3, she said, ‘Would you like to come home for some coffee?’.

He got up, ‘I don’t think you’d accept no as an answer’, and Italy lifted the cup in triumph.


Friday, January 04, 2008

Erased Epistles

And time stood still. Yet again.

They stood face to face, on either side of a chasm – deep and wide. Looking into each other’s eyes, for some spark of recognition. They failed to see it.

‘I..umm..what do I call you?…’, said the emotion
‘Names are not required here. It would complicate things more.’ spoke the rationale.

They stood, reaching out with their eyes – but not connecting.

‘Don’t do this. We can co-exist, like before.’
‘There is a possibility. But the risk is too high. You won’t be able to handle it.’
‘Goddamn you! You can’t read into my mind..my actions…You just don’t know.’, shrieked the emotion.
‘Yes. You’re right. I can’t. Maybe I never could. Or we would never be here now.’ the rationale replied.

They stood at the edges of the chasm, while the bridge lay unused. The same one where they had once stood together, while the world rushed by.

The rationale spoke first, ‘Did you lead me to the center only to push me off?’
‘No, I never intended…’
‘Intent is deceptive. Did you not know the vortex of thought would destroy me?’

The emotion stood shocked – openly displaying feelings for the first time.

‘Don’t worry. Your intent was well disguised. Bravo! For you have succeeded. You made me feel emotion.’ continued the rationale. ‘You … gave me strength and took it away in an instant. You led me to the top and threw me off the cliff. You led me to the lake, and drowned me in it. Yes, you destroyed me.’

‘I am your culprit. Forgive me. There was no malice, no hatred – just ego. It shattered me too, and only you can put the scattered pieces together. Please, don’t do this. Give me another chance – and this time, I won’t pull you down., and the emotion hung it’s head in shame.

‘Don’t blame yourself. I let you rule me. I put myself on self-destruct. You were merely a catalyst. I have no options left to gain. Don’t berate yourself over this. There’s too much in you that you can use, if you choose to, and choose wisely. I never knew you could be a cold strategist. Maybe you could use it in a positive way, for once. There are others waiting for you, or whom you are waiting on. Let me not stop you.’ quavered the rationale.

A tear fell from the rationale’s eyes – the emotion it had not want to show.
But it went unnoticed.
They stood there, the bridge weakening with every passing moment.

‘What do you want?’ the emotion asked
‘You’
‘What do you not want?’ asked the emotion again
‘You’, stated the rationale simply. And smiled. ‘Don’t look so puzzled. It doesn’t go down well as an impression. It’s simple enough to deduce.’
‘Precisely’, came the reply.

The rationale gave a sharp look of cognition. The emotion, a look of alarm.

‘I’ve let you go. Do as you please. If you need a tad bit of rationality, don’t hesitate to ask me. But try finding it in yourself before you ask. For I still haven’t let go of you.’

So said the rationale, and stood staring at a point in the distant horizon. The emotion looked around at the destruction, not realizing the magnitude. The writings on stone seemed to fade away, erasing sacred epistles.

And time stood still. Yet again.


Friday, November 02, 2007

Currently Listening
Minutes to Midnight
By Linkin Park
In Between
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innocence...guilt

innocent till proven guilty...
guess all of us have heard this phrase at least once in our lifetime...
but, how many of us have actually thought over it....
regarded its meaning....its consequences....

there are so many of us, who suffer.. quietly, without a whimper ..
take up a punishment met out to them....which is someone else's doing....
yet  - we choose to muffle the screams....

but hang on....this is rhetoric..
how about considering the other side of the situation....

'guilty till proven innocent' ??
how come that has never been considered...
guess we all keep running to prove each other guilty...
spinning an intricate web of lies and deceit.....
while all it takes..to get off the blame...
is to accept it in the first place....
so we fight wars with each other....
never quite finding 'peace' within ourselves....
but breaking up into tiny pieces...
that we cant be gathered again.....


ahh..well..this wasnt supposed to look like a piece of poetry or prose...just that i like the spacing!
gives me the illusion of 'space'

till whenever next....try proving your innocence...before you hang someone else


Thursday, October 18, 2007

Currently Listening
Minutes to Midnight
By Linkin Park
Shadow of the Day
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black holes.....

********
Ever wondered how it would be
In that vast emptiness
A black, cold expanse
Drawing you in, deeper in each time
Till you suffocate, and feel the pressure
Of the words that you said
And heard, cherished, loved
Pulling you to the vortex
The crux of the situation
A man hole of self creation
Self destruction and insinuation
Hush! As you reach that core
Inevitable, free falling, yet subtle
The darkness surrounds you
With no ray of light, or silver lining
Wait...till you have a companion
For support, and to find a way out
Realisation brings despair,
And then bliss,
To let the wine flow freely
With no goblets to drink from
It falls like rain...yet different
Warm and self fulfilling
Whilst you wait your turn
An ocean of memory flashes
No time to collect your thoughts
Or reminisce the past
Bury the present
As your future catches up with you...

**********


astronomy is fascinating!!! the stars..moon....n vast expanse of space where they exist



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