Its not about winning,
Its about keeping the faith
Its not about catching the rainbows
its about dreaming more on
Its not about achieving,
its about keeping the thought alive
Its not about finding your drea
its about the courage to search
There are some things
you have to do in life
some others that you dont
Its not about living
but about being the way you want
There are vices we all do have,
grey areas, to none we reveall,
its not about those,
its about remaining the way you are.
There is no meaning and yet there is
in this piece of poetry, so profound
Its not about the purpose,
its about putting it down
Monday, March 26, 2007
Afresh
Lets start afresh
so simple to express
so tough to achieve
Can a slate ever be wiped clean
the slate of life in particular
What if life was like a blackboard
Every day a fresh start
from zilch to riches
no need to give up
no need to give in
Just to start afresh
every time, again
No mistakes, no repentance
No thinking, no pondering
A second chance, a third chance
as many as you wish.
so simple to express
so tough to achieve
Can a slate ever be wiped clean
the slate of life in particular
What if life was like a blackboard
Every day a fresh start
from zilch to riches
no need to give up
no need to give in
Just to start afresh
every time, again
No mistakes, no repentance
No thinking, no pondering
A second chance, a third chance
as many as you wish.
You pick up a pen after so many years
and just wonder
is this what I want to do,
will I be able to, or
has it been too long
There is a slight hesitation
your hand trembles and you fear
only for a moment
yet the moment stretches on
and then suddenly
as suddenly as it had arisen
the doubts recede and you find
a calm confidence
as you resume what you always did
Such is with poetry
as it is with love.
Years pass and you forget,
what it was like,
the first awakening, the first kiss
and yet one day,
one day when you feel
it must have been another lifetime
deep down in your heart,
you can feel the stirrings of an old romance
and still shiver at the delicious thought
When you feel it cant happen again
that no, its been so long
and suddenly you can feel
the hunger in your heart
the desire in your arms
aching to plant a new future
the way you always planted dreams
There's something about the two
poetry and love
You can never grow too old for it
nor too rusty...
and just wonder
is this what I want to do,
will I be able to, or
has it been too long
There is a slight hesitation
your hand trembles and you fear
only for a moment
yet the moment stretches on
and then suddenly
as suddenly as it had arisen
the doubts recede and you find
a calm confidence
as you resume what you always did
Such is with poetry
as it is with love.
Years pass and you forget,
what it was like,
the first awakening, the first kiss
and yet one day,
one day when you feel
it must have been another lifetime
deep down in your heart,
you can feel the stirrings of an old romance
and still shiver at the delicious thought
When you feel it cant happen again
that no, its been so long
and suddenly you can feel
the hunger in your heart
the desire in your arms
aching to plant a new future
the way you always planted dreams
There's something about the two
poetry and love
You can never grow too old for it
nor too rusty...
Never before
Never before had I tread that way
Nor let life run its muse
When suddenly the untoward happened
and my steps took
a mood of their own
Life became a challenge
or rather, the destination did
Never before had I seen so much
nor dreamt the beauty of it
But then the thoughts just came gushing by
Like a torrent of emotions uncontrolled
Everything just fit in
Like a jigsaw puzzle
with the pieces complete
In harmony and in tandem
The world seemed
Maybe it was me, my life,
or just my steps,
that had found the right direction......
Nor let life run its muse
When suddenly the untoward happened
and my steps took
a mood of their own
Life became a challenge
or rather, the destination did
Never before had I seen so much
nor dreamt the beauty of it
But then the thoughts just came gushing by
Like a torrent of emotions uncontrolled
Everything just fit in
Like a jigsaw puzzle
with the pieces complete
In harmony and in tandem
The world seemed
Maybe it was me, my life,
or just my steps,
that had found the right direction......
Yet
A yawn and a sniffle
an eye closed, a push
to make it open
Beguiled and yet alive,
Betrayed yet willing to
take another chance
Been hated yet wanting
for love
Been rejected yet waiting
for acceptance.
Devoid of hope
yet wanting to risk again
So dejected
yet willing to go another mile
So old
yet so happy to see another day
So dead
yet so happy to be still alive.
an eye closed, a push
to make it open
Beguiled and yet alive,
Betrayed yet willing to
take another chance
Been hated yet wanting
for love
Been rejected yet waiting
for acceptance.
Devoid of hope
yet wanting to risk again
So dejected
yet willing to go another mile
So old
yet so happy to see another day
So dead
yet so happy to be still alive.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Dream
Dream of an era forgotten, time gone past, love lost, moments cherished, heights attained, challenges fought, battles won, the best you had, the worst you could.
When...
When its seems that the world is going to crash all about you,
When it seems nothing is worth it all,
When it feels as if life will end if you take one more step.
When your past and the future all seem meaningless
When the world seems to be heading in an endless mire
When u want to speak yet don’t have anyone to talk to
When the life u are leading seems a mere farce
When darkness seems your only fate
When love seems a mirage of a faraway land
When the journey seems too long and tiring
When every muscle shouts give up
When even a small step forward is a big effort
Then is the time to fight it out,
For all you are worth,
Then is the time to keep going on……………………….
When it seems nothing is worth it all,
When it feels as if life will end if you take one more step.
When your past and the future all seem meaningless
When the world seems to be heading in an endless mire
When u want to speak yet don’t have anyone to talk to
When the life u are leading seems a mere farce
When darkness seems your only fate
When love seems a mirage of a faraway land
When the journey seems too long and tiring
When every muscle shouts give up
When even a small step forward is a big effort
Then is the time to fight it out,
For all you are worth,
Then is the time to keep going on……………………….
Quotes I love
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing what to do is the worst kind of suffering.
Son los lacos que inventron al amor
It must have been the lunatics who invented love.
Lovers need to know how to lose themselves and then how to find themselves again.
Anyone who can conquer her heart can conquer the world.
The wise are wise only because they love. And the foolish are foolish only because they think they can understand love.
The reason death sticks so closely to life is not biological necessity-its envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life slowly jumps over oblivion, forgetting only a thing or two of slight importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.
Every honest man lives for himself. Every man worth calling a man lives for himself. The one who doesn‘t--doesn‘t live at all.
By the essence and nature of existence, contradictions cannot exist. If you find it inconceivable . . . check your premises. You will find that one of them is wrong.
I like cigarettes. . . . I like to think of fire held in a man‘s hand. Fire, a dangerous force, tamed at his fingertips. I often wonder about the hours when a man sits alone, watching the smoke of a cigarette, thinking. I wonder what great things have come from such hours. When a man thinks, there is a spot of fire alive in his mind--and it is proper that he should have the burning point of a cigarette as his own expression.
They say that some people never grow upLost in time shackled to the past forever,Stung by loveStill weaving, still believing yesterday's dreamsIf life is real then so is my imagination
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom
Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes when you fall, you fly.
There’s no problem so bad that you can’t add guilt to it and make it even worse.
The whole world sees me as just one person, I want just one person to see me as the whole world.
Of all sad words of tongue or penthe saddest are these, it might have been.
The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.
It was as though the man had to shout in order to convince himself of his own existence
Not only does God definitely play dice, but He sometimes confuses us bythrowing them where they can't be seen.- Stephen Hawking
Hope is a good thing,maybe is the best thing, and no good thing ever dies.
Son los lacos que inventron al amor
It must have been the lunatics who invented love.
Lovers need to know how to lose themselves and then how to find themselves again.
Anyone who can conquer her heart can conquer the world.
The wise are wise only because they love. And the foolish are foolish only because they think they can understand love.
The reason death sticks so closely to life is not biological necessity-its envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life slowly jumps over oblivion, forgetting only a thing or two of slight importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.
Every honest man lives for himself. Every man worth calling a man lives for himself. The one who doesn‘t--doesn‘t live at all.
By the essence and nature of existence, contradictions cannot exist. If you find it inconceivable . . . check your premises. You will find that one of them is wrong.
I like cigarettes. . . . I like to think of fire held in a man‘s hand. Fire, a dangerous force, tamed at his fingertips. I often wonder about the hours when a man sits alone, watching the smoke of a cigarette, thinking. I wonder what great things have come from such hours. When a man thinks, there is a spot of fire alive in his mind--and it is proper that he should have the burning point of a cigarette as his own expression.
They say that some people never grow upLost in time shackled to the past forever,Stung by loveStill weaving, still believing yesterday's dreamsIf life is real then so is my imagination
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom
Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes when you fall, you fly.
There’s no problem so bad that you can’t add guilt to it and make it even worse.
The whole world sees me as just one person, I want just one person to see me as the whole world.
Of all sad words of tongue or penthe saddest are these, it might have been.
The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.
It was as though the man had to shout in order to convince himself of his own existence
Not only does God definitely play dice, but He sometimes confuses us bythrowing them where they can't be seen.- Stephen Hawking
Hope is a good thing,maybe is the best thing, and no good thing ever dies.
Upheavals
Life is not without its upheavals,
Love is not without its sorrows,
Man is not without his woes
Hand in hand they come,
Joy and sorrow together,
Can one ever be true,
Without the other lurking close behind!
Can life ever be complete,
Without all it is made of there,
Can happiness ever be full,
Without the pinch of salt to taste.
The bittersweet tastes better
The tang makes things merrier!!
Love is not without its sorrows,
Man is not without his woes
Hand in hand they come,
Joy and sorrow together,
Can one ever be true,
Without the other lurking close behind!
Can life ever be complete,
Without all it is made of there,
Can happiness ever be full,
Without the pinch of salt to taste.
The bittersweet tastes better
The tang makes things merrier!!
Dread
A feeling of dread overcomes
Every hope of being alive
Of finding joy in all that life brings.
A pall of gloom descends
Scaring every lovely thought away.
Till when will the heart score over
Till when can this feel right!
A time comes for everything
And time’s the deciding factor
If this be true,
Then I wait,
When will the time for this come?
Every hope of being alive
Of finding joy in all that life brings.
A pall of gloom descends
Scaring every lovely thought away.
Till when will the heart score over
Till when can this feel right!
A time comes for everything
And time’s the deciding factor
If this be true,
Then I wait,
When will the time for this come?
Thursday, March 1, 2007
Torrent
A torrent of emotions
Dreams threatening to engulf
The past rearing its ugly head
Monsters from relationships dead
Quiet solitude,
Escape from my thoughts
A serene peace, a silent sea
Fitful sleep, unhappy dreams
Dreams threatening to destroy
Sounds in the distance,
Wish mine was one
A jarred sequence
An unhappy present
A mysterious longing
A noisy solitude
Dreams threatening to engulf
The past rearing its ugly head
Monsters from relationships dead
Quiet solitude,
Escape from my thoughts
A serene peace, a silent sea
Fitful sleep, unhappy dreams
Dreams threatening to destroy
Sounds in the distance,
Wish mine was one
A jarred sequence
An unhappy present
A mysterious longing
A noisy solitude
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