Memories still remain...

Memories still remain... http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?blogId=189 Confessions and thoughts of a nomad in a weird world divaquoi 2023-08-30T19:58:03Z Knocking at your door... http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=2788&blogId=189 I wander all day, every street, every lane. Some filthy, some royal, some broken, some primal. I walk in, Into your lane of solitude, I walk there in my sleep. < ?xml namespace prefix="o" ns="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office"><o p> </o> I know the door is locked, And you have the key. You hid that somewhere, In the shadows of your memories <o p> </o> The smell of your door, Brings an unknowing smile, On my forgotten face. I wait, Right at your doorstep, In vain, Knocking at it everyday. <o p> </o> You always knew, That I was out there, You never peeped out Through those tinted windows. <o p> </o> I search through the darkness, Until a ray of light hits me, When I hear, Your broken smile, Some nights, while you were sleeping <o p> </o> You never obliged, To break through the passive chains, Of the lost love, But tell me something, Can I at least embrace your shadow? I still wait outside your door In the summers, in the rains <o p> </o> General 2007-03-07T15:48:53Z divaquoi Part II http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=2505&blogId=189 How do i capture... the ripples on the water, the fading rainbow, the lost paradise, your enchanting smile? ------------------------- I borrowed time from solitude, and travelled through time. I saw you again, for the first time. ----------------------------- You are my mystery, of an unknown tomorrow. You'll read me, and probably forget! I'am your fiction. ----------------------------- How do i reach you? You're too far away. I look at the moon, I smile! ------------------------------ Everyone keeps wondering, how i always look happy. I go numb! I remember, the last time i laughed, with you! General 2006-06-15T23:24:55Z divaquoi "Summer nights, random thoughts" http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=2446&blogId=189 I take two steps forward, towards you, my wishful future. You take two steps backward, into the abyss, <div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: windowtext 1pt solid; mso-element: para-border-div; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt"> <p class=MsoNormal style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in">your painful past.< ?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p></div>   Tiring, lonely nights, your thoughts, ignites my soul. I realize, <div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: windowtext 1pt solid; mso-element: para-border-div; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt"> <p class=MsoNormal style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in">I am still alive. <p class=MsoNormal style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> </div> <o:p> </o:p> I have a question. Do you ever think of me, like I do? I wait for a response, <div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: windowtext 1pt solid; mso-element: para-border-div; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt"> <p class=MsoNormal style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in">I wake up. <p class=MsoNormal style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> </div> <o:p> </o:p> I run, in search, of an illusion. I repeat those words, I fight the conflicting thoughts, I quench my thirst, <div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: windowtext 1pt solid; mso-element: para-border-div; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt"> <p class=MsoNormal style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in">In those ruins. <p class=MsoNormal style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> </div> <o:p> </o:p> General 2006-04-27T19:37:32Z divaquoi Love After Love http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=2426&blogId=189 This is one of the most wonderful pieces of poetry ive ever read! The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other General 2006-04-20T11:18:14Z divaquoi Celebrating Silence! http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=2413&blogId=189 Lost in those eyes, I fill my emptiness, with the memories, of an unfinished story. Every word spoken, every moment spent, echoes in my inside. Lost for words, I celebrate my silence. So much left unsaid, so much, left to the time. So little expressed, I celebrate my silence. The night is on its knees, insecured, as she's not the only one mute. I smile, i am on my own, I celebrate my silence. General 2006-04-10T12:52:06Z divaquoi The Daily Chronicles! http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=2406&blogId=189 Coffee with newspaper, A ten minute drive to work. An artificial smile, a forceful "good morning". A chain of emails, the reluctant responses. A google toolbar, and a yahoo messenger. The smile for the day, at the status "Available/Idle". Managing a set of projects, a bunch of workbooks. An unwanted meeting, discussions with dummies. Lunch at the pantry, mastering the "Art of War". The continuing chaos, the buzz on the floor. The goodbyes for the day, a ten minute drive back home. The war of the news channels, parents and the dinner. The room of the metal Gods, and the bed to insanity. Thoughts of an angel, "DREAMS" of an endless hope.   *Coming Soon: "The Weekend Chronicles"   General 2006-04-06T19:03:53Z divaquoi Dreams http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=2395&blogId=189 I dream! I dream when there is no hope I dream of that virtual future I dream of those hazy eyes I dream of my life through them. I dream! I dream of the forgettable past I dream of a painful sacrifise I dream of a total eclipse I dream of the moon. I dream! I dream to wake up one day I dream of those caring arms I dream to wipe her pain I dream of an acid rain. I dream! I dream of that one moment I dream for a life I dream of the remains I am I dream of being forgotten.     General 2006-04-02T20:04:15Z divaquoi Hallucination http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=2337&blogId=189 I look at that face again, A glimpse through the memory lane. With a broken smile on a withered lip, I take this devious holy dip. < ?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p> The remains walk me through the abyss, With the prophecies of the farther eclipse. This hedonism is never ending forage, The past glory always smiles through the mirage. <o:p> </o:p> I wake up through a delirious hallucination, Left alone, embracing an emotional emancipation. <o:p> </o:p> General 2006-03-06T18:37:35Z divaquoi Comeback http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=2007&blogId=189 Shooting past the memory lanes, I take the road to insanity. Fermented thoughts of tomorrow, Eludes my morality. < ?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p> General 2005-09-09T20:41:09Z divaquoi Illusions http://blogs.fullhyderabad.com/showblog.php?op=ViewArticle&articleId=1236&blogId=189 The stars were stoned and the night stripped bare naked, exposing herself to a gloomy day. The pearls dropped from heaven onto the green carpet beneath, drenching the naked trees and making the flowers cry. The past was smiling sorrowfully through a rear view mirror, leaving its footprints on the decayed time. Its legacy was heard in every chord that was played. It echoed a series of faltered art, it was indeed a warcry of a wounded heart. It was a never ending exile, carying the burden of fragile truth and dominant lies. The frozen feet were tied with heavy chains of emotions, and the pain was harvested in the fields of sorrow. The dead stones finally broke the silence and summoned the courage to confront the fallen goddess. But, it was too late!! The night spread its wings again and carried the day in its womb. Is this an illusion?? General 2004-12-13T08:20:26Z divaquoi