In the depth of the sea, a rose will bloom
Its scent a string of abstract words
These words will spin a rhyme mezmerising
But their meaning never will be clear
Yet, the heart naive
will be baffled, overwhelmed
and will praise the rose's lost wisdom
Of broken hearts and oceans of tears
this rose will tell a tale
And following suit a poet somewhere
will commemorate a rose in the sea
*The title holds meaning related to the poem.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Emptiness
It is a light as white as snow
The white as dark as blood
It is a valley where no flowers grow
Where no wanderer can find abode
It is a creek, pure and shining
With traces of life deceased
It is a cave where no one lives
Filled with carvings of moments past
It is a bottomless pit of emotions
An amalgamation unto itself
Lost thou will be in it
For it is the emptiness within thyself
The white as dark as blood
It is a valley where no flowers grow
Where no wanderer can find abode
It is a creek, pure and shining
With traces of life deceased
It is a cave where no one lives
Filled with carvings of moments past
It is a bottomless pit of emotions
An amalgamation unto itself
Lost thou will be in it
For it is the emptiness within thyself
More of the Amateur
To let my beating heart return to you
but i have a choice
to relapse into sorrow
will be my painful price
Temporary happiness
memories of me and you
might satisfy my essence
but they will compel tears to be due
I write this today naught
to hold you guilty for a crime
but to tell you it is not the same anymore
I have been healed by time
Other things to obsess over
that do not concern you
will, i am sure now, will not
let my beating heart ever return to you
but i have a choice
to relapse into sorrow
will be my painful price
Temporary happiness
memories of me and you
might satisfy my essence
but they will compel tears to be due
I write this today naught
to hold you guilty for a crime
but to tell you it is not the same anymore
I have been healed by time
Other things to obsess over
that do not concern you
will, i am sure now, will not
let my beating heart ever return to you
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Pythia
Tiz the name of an oracle, a being who is a prophesier.
At times when one thinks of their probable future, as does anyone, one can predict what will happen to them. Good studies, a job, a family. Is that not the goal of anyone?
What of those who feel uncertain of anything. Of course that applies to everyone, but I'm sure that they also know that no matter what happens, they will live on.
Life happens. And it brings joys and sorrows.
But uncertainty is not as heart wrenching as a haze of a future. When you do not have that last resolve, that support from your conscience. When it continuously plays tricks on you. Tells you accomplishment is impossible. Even when the heart wants to console, it is busy falling in love, giving you other unnecessary things to think about, while the real problem still lingers. No matter how you avoid it, life will happen.
When I look into my future, the image comes of my ideal one. Indeed, even my ideal future has loopholes that cannot be filled. Honest imagination cannot fool reality.
I know what may happen, and what is impossible. That impossible is the product of circumstances. Those circumstances are a product of life.
The poems and sonnets and songs that end with "life is good" can deceive. One can live in a far off land in the day, "magar taaron ke neeche hum ye soch ke rote hain".
What when there is no hope? What when there is no support? What when everything that is to happen to you depends on you?
I'm sure you do not understand. You will not. You say that everything that can happen to you does indeed always depend on you. It does not. Not just on you. Only a few people in this world are alone. Completely alone. Not just from the inside. And not just Emo teenagers. These are not a ramble of a teenager. They are the feelings of a person.
I was asked a question by a dear friend. She is a victim of circumstances as well. "What will happen to us?"
Majority of they, who read this post, are fortunate in a way that I am no more. They would'nt understand, friend as I answer you today: "I dont know."
At times when one thinks of their probable future, as does anyone, one can predict what will happen to them. Good studies, a job, a family. Is that not the goal of anyone?
What of those who feel uncertain of anything. Of course that applies to everyone, but I'm sure that they also know that no matter what happens, they will live on.
Life happens. And it brings joys and sorrows.
But uncertainty is not as heart wrenching as a haze of a future. When you do not have that last resolve, that support from your conscience. When it continuously plays tricks on you. Tells you accomplishment is impossible. Even when the heart wants to console, it is busy falling in love, giving you other unnecessary things to think about, while the real problem still lingers. No matter how you avoid it, life will happen.
When I look into my future, the image comes of my ideal one. Indeed, even my ideal future has loopholes that cannot be filled. Honest imagination cannot fool reality.
I know what may happen, and what is impossible. That impossible is the product of circumstances. Those circumstances are a product of life.
The poems and sonnets and songs that end with "life is good" can deceive. One can live in a far off land in the day, "magar taaron ke neeche hum ye soch ke rote hain".
What when there is no hope? What when there is no support? What when everything that is to happen to you depends on you?
I'm sure you do not understand. You will not. You say that everything that can happen to you does indeed always depend on you. It does not. Not just on you. Only a few people in this world are alone. Completely alone. Not just from the inside. And not just Emo teenagers. These are not a ramble of a teenager. They are the feelings of a person.
I was asked a question by a dear friend. She is a victim of circumstances as well. "What will happen to us?"
Majority of they, who read this post, are fortunate in a way that I am no more. They would'nt understand, friend as I answer you today: "I dont know."
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