the day , with the noise of this earth, drowns in the night, with a silence..
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the outcry of the sea is buried in the lips of its own waves.can it hide mine too? then, will it splash on any shore? whose?
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In every battle, someone or the other will stand by you, will help you out to embrace victory...but there is one battle, one long battle all through your life,which you need to fight out yourself, alone...and that battle is with you own self..within your ownself..
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This darkness seems as a fluttering flag of fire with its sparks sprinkled on the sky as stars...
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The night kissed the fading day,
and whipered in its ear,
" I am like your mother.
I shall carry you,for a while,
in the womb of my darkness,
to give you fresh birth
and a new breath..."
-- aakarsh.
Current Mood: Thoughtful
Current Music: blues
Posted by aakarsh.
26 December 2004, 2:13pm
Posted by aakarsh.
26 December 2004, 3:18am
Sometimes words don’t sit on paper,
In my mind they move endlessly,
Just like bubbles in space.
Constellating around, they appear to me,
And with my mind, through the bubble-like-words,
I see a world convexed.
Afraid to see it and its stark realities,
I break the bubbles moving, with my pen,
By penning few words on paper.
When all is done, when my poem is done,
The world I see appears normal,
And I close my notebook, contended.
But during night, in a stillness of moment,
They rise again, from my notebook, like bubbles,
And start to constellate again,
In the galaxy of my dreams,
Giving me new nightmares of the world.
Perhaps a nightmare is just a dream convexed.
What to do? Words sometimes just don’t sit on paper,
And I am vexed seeing a world convexed.
--- aakarsh.
Current Mood: Thoughtful
Current Music: raag lalit
In my mind they move endlessly,
Just like bubbles in space.
Constellating around, they appear to me,
And with my mind, through the bubble-like-words,
I see a world convexed.
Afraid to see it and its stark realities,
I break the bubbles moving, with my pen,
By penning few words on paper.
When all is done, when my poem is done,
The world I see appears normal,
And I close my notebook, contended.
But during night, in a stillness of moment,
They rise again, from my notebook, like bubbles,
And start to constellate again,
In the galaxy of my dreams,
Giving me new nightmares of the world.
Perhaps a nightmare is just a dream convexed.
What to do? Words sometimes just don’t sit on paper,
And I am vexed seeing a world convexed.
--- aakarsh.
Current Mood: Thoughtful
Current Music: raag lalit
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