tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61649766988801507812024-03-08T11:51:37.583-08:00Kriya : Words On WaterARTICULATION-SCRIPT/STORY-REVIEWSKRIYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12848089975142791974noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164976698880150781.post-35607361328268558522011-02-01T04:27:00.000-08:002011-02-01T04:27:03.710-08:00Our KRIYA member Roshini Vijay's Poems<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>1. The Bride</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The kohl in the moist eyes spreads on the face.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The eyes remain lowered with silent grace.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Time is held behind the curtains of the eyelashes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The path of henna is traced across the lines with unknown faces.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The anklets that sing a rhyme of a new song to be sung.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The lingering smile on the lips in anticipation of the journey begun.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The flames that cast a glow upon the face of the bride,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The witness of oaths to be taken in the chasticity of the night.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chants that dance in the air that plays with her hair.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">At the back of her mind rests a silent prayer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Restless Ocean of the turbulent memoirs of yesterday,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">converge in the stream of the colours of today.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>2. The Shoelace</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I bend down to trace their path under the bed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I decide to crawl on my knees to search for them instead.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hidden in the corner are the hideous little brats.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Torn black shoes that have been there somewhere on the racks,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">since I was a brat too. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have grown up with time that is true. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">No longer I struggle to tie my shoelaces,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">having greater struggles in store the world of ruthless faces.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">While tying the laces a tune once danced on the lips of a child, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">in anticipation of a sunny game of football in the wild.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The tune still descends down my lips to walk with me once again,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">when I remember those good old sunny days in the blue days of the rain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today with tears of nostalgia I take out the shoes from their hiding place.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Once again I play with the memories of the good old days.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I could run many a races in the shoes of mine but I am left behind in the bigger race.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A derisive laughter escapes my throat as I fiddle with the shoelace. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>3. The Vicious Cycle</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Does the prey await the encounter in silent acceptance?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Does it get startled with the rustle of a grass blade?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Does it fix its curious gaze upon its prey in the dense? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Under the afternoon sun of fear, is the madness to overpower swayed?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The vultures await the stench of raw blood on the bare land.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The discoloured pages of the day would be flipped any moment.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The bloodshed trickles down the scarred as adamant nature refuses to take a stand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Will the vicious cycle for the survival of the fittest ever end as the vice fails to repent? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>4. I Am A Writer</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am a writer, merely a pauper of my own desire.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Neither do I hold the power to alter the course of destiny,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">nor do I have the ability to conspire.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have scribbled many a words, I have etched many fragments from memory.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am labelled as a dreamer, but a dreamer unabashedly lives within everyone. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">An innocent dream caged by many, but I am away from reality they say.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am blamed for being lost in the world of my creation. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But am I the only one searching for a refuge from the unfair games that we unfortunately play?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I might not run in the race for a name, I already have one.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I may not be crowned</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">a winner but I compete with my own self.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I prefer to stand firm on my ground to retrospect as I witness the players on the run.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I walk on in the factory of life, with a pocketful of hope I lend a hand to help.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>5. The Playground Of Childhood</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I played in the playground of my childhood,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">in my compound of land.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Behind the shelter of the logs of wood,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I crafted my own castle of sand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The jealous wind tried to blow it away</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but I embraced it close to me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">as the wind subsided, triumphantly I ran back to play.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">from my see-saw, a tragic sight I could see.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">my sandcastle was tumbling down.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I could not become a worthy soldier,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but I surely knew that I would have lost interest in the crown</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">when I would have been a day older.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The sun went home so it was time for me to do the same.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I bounced my way back without any sorrow.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For a new game of hide and seek, the sun would join me tomorrow.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I dreamt this dream through the eyes of a child I once knew.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He once again taught me to celebrate every approaching day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">with chapters of time I thought I had grown up too,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but, life has its own way.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>6. Teacup of Life</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">At the bottom of the teacup of life I lie as a tealeaf.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When put into hot water I selflessly give away my colour.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Colour me the colour of life as I brew into tea.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As someone relishes the taste let me also savour</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the endeavour to add flavour to every season.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As my heart compels me to celebrate life without any reason.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sip the tea and add colour to me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let me remain not merely a trace but every smile that you see.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As you cherish this mere thought I rejoice. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As you lived for a moment with a sole colour of your choice.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I cannot be the rainbow but spare a moment for me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sip in the present for a tomorrow as delicious as it can be.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>7. Dying Life</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
With the blink of a moment a breath comes to life</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and life itself sits for a while breathless.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As it is absorbed in by the innocent eyes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Unaware of the dying humanity the life remains speechless.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the new beginning merely a beginning of the end lies.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Before those smiling eyes learnt to shed a tear a conscience died.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The eyes closed forever yet no one cried.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>8. Prisons of The Mind</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Am I outside or am I within, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I ask myself as I peep through the bars.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Did I really ever try to decipher what I saw,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">as with my head up in the clouds I caught many a stars.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I merely looked around searching for the keys,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">when I was only imagining the bars.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I could have chosen to tread on the ground</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but my sight was fixed on the stars.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wish I had found what lies within</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">if I had not only seen through but beyond the bars.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am the believer and I am the achiever</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I would aim for the sky I would catch the stars.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You dream a dream and so do I.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let us be the change as we break the bars.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>9. Omnipresent</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The sun that shines above and the stars sublime.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The entire galaxy on the celestial platform.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The celebration of life that dances away the time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The sole creator and destroyer of form. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alive as eternity yet neither born or reborn. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The pure moonlight filtering through the clouds. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">from the first ray of sunlight at dawn.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Embodying truth till the end. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">God blooms amidst the thorns of lies as omnipresent.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>10. Behind The Fringe</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Behind the fringe I flip the pages of my eyelashes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The old paint is chipped off as mascara flows across my cheek.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The funeral of desires left behind ashes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I was labelled by the crowd as a freak.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The voices in my head walked away once.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, I walk in their search on the noisy shopping street.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The shocking pink I wear shouts that I am not like you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">With the swivel of my waist the heels hurt my feet.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I dig the nails painted black in my fist.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the sight of blood makes me weak.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the blaring noise I dance away the night.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The noises of the discotheque never fall asleep.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I had set out to differ but all seem to be the same around me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Am I everyone whom you meet?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Am I what I seem, am I a mask that even you hide behind?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Am I a mere commodity in the shopping street that I have put up on display?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Am I bitterchoclate or am I truly sweet?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or am I a small wish that wants to be fulfilled no longer weep ?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>11. Attachment</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Breathing with the heart that beats around me, I lie. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">With eyes closed I know I don’t need shelter from the cold within the warmth.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Attached to a life I live my entire lifetime,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">until the lifeline is cut away to introduce me to wrath.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Visions unknown, voices unheard all around.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As the connections are severed Attachment takes a form unthinkable.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Detachment attaches the newborn to a life outside newfound.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Whether a speck of dust or a snowflake only a speck amidst dilemmas uncountable.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Into the arms of my world I hide so small yet sublime.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dive in to face the sea of faces with a finger held in my hand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That grows in as my roots as I grow up with the wisps of time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I often reflect whether the foundation wherein my roots grew stronger was merely sand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The sand that drifted away with every step on the path that I was meant to choose.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Devoid of my identity I have nothing to lose.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the rain of tears amidst the clouds of doubt I am writing on blotted sheets,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">a story untold a story of lost streets.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">As a vagabond, a leaf meant to go astray.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stripped of the roots with remnants of sand from yesterday.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the search of the bright sun of hope as people say.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Warmth on my sunlit path no longer as the womb where I once lay.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">On my own, as a part of the crowd am I still true to myself as I once was?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I ponder often but remain bereft of answers today.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Standing as a sinner in my eyes in the courtroom of life I pause.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pause to cherish the memory of the finger I had once held to find my way.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>12. Will We</strong> <strong>Ever?</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I glance at the hues standing in front of my closet at home.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The colours stacked up which I would choose to exhibit myself.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To the ones walking around clad in the colours of their own.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As the green grass on the bare land of our self.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tired of the mirror that denies the truth under the skin.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The streetlights that fail to show what lies behind the countless faces that pass by.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Are the inner me n the one on the outside akin.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The insecurities that we wrap around on a cold day I wonder why.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Through the window will someone ever look in?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Beyond the walls that we have built around ourselves for ever.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Will we ever have courage enough to break the walls that lie within? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Will we ever?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>13. My Hourglass</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Through the cracks in the wooden door the rusted pitcher can be seen</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">that tumbles and falls to spill the water on the muddy floor.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Through the window ceasing to knock, the wind tiptoes in.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I peep within it peeps outside from the door,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the lamp kept on the stairs struggles to survive the storm.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It remains alive flickers till dawn.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As footsteps break the silence of my thought, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the smile lost in the world of riches is found in this blot</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">with the touch of the water from the pitcher on the lips.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Moments slipped by unnoticed as I sneaked into my hourglass where my sand slips. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>14. The Stairs</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When I climbed up the stairs leading to my home on a misty night</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">did it ever cross my mind,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">that whatever ascends is meant to descend again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, I who once was incomplete now descend down as a puzzle on the lane. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To be blown away by the wind as everything that comes drifts away.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, here I gather my pieces on the streets where once the child within used to play.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Piece by piece I create a new frame of mind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even though I fall apart in the land of dust, I unwind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the playground of the world I play along,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">with the acceptance that I can go wrong.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can cheat the world but not myself, so on the right path hardly taken I move on.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know as long as I hold on to my belief, I will remain strong.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I opt for being a puzzle to be solved than a picture of beauty to be framed on the wall from dusk to dawn.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Unless I had descended the stairs from my shelter I would not have learnt that the journey must go on.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>15. Reflection in the mirror</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Read the words that my eyes write to you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sing them back to me again if you mean it too.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have lost my voice in the chaos of the crowd.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The dilemmas have never been that loud.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Be the music that fills the emptiness of the vacuum.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The eyes have long been living the monsoon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The song of my heart fills up in my eyes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Desperate to break free with the sole desire to rise.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As it flies I would fly with it too high up above. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here I stand staring at the mirror which I doubt I love.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Will build the bridge of faith with doubts kept at bay. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I know I will embrace it plank by plank one day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>16. Repentance</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">By frayed curtains I block the rays intent on making their way within.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cover the windows to my heart, which intends to dance.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the silence of solitude the rays still make their way in,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but I shield my eyes from the second chance.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The ache in my heart never seems to cease,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">even when the vacuum is occupied by the light.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I sit down behind the frayed edges moving with the breeze,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">as exuberant rays bathe me in white after the night.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">They cannot drive away the fright of yesterday.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Blinded by my fear I sit still afraid of the traces of hope newborn.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Deep down in my heart I want the day to stay.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I cannot help but wonder if it is the silence before the storm.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hesitantly I open my eyes in a while,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">to realise that the dawn had approached the room.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tempted to glance from the window outside,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">painted by the sunset I wait for the moon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The barefooted night eventually walks towards me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I await the beginning of the end with my heart beating wild.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Behind the curtains I hide my face thereby I fail to see. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The night walks past unexpectedly as an innocent child.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wish it had dawned upon me in the daylight.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The day descends into the night,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but darkness is always followed by the light. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I would have embraced the colours of day and night.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Erasing the scars from yesterday I would have learnt to move on.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">With a hope for tomorrow holding my wrist, in the present I belong.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My heart could have sung all along, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">with the courage to dance in the wrath of the storm.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>17. The Drink Called Life</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To be poured into a glass or savoured with every sip,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">that quenches the thirst with a mere touch on the lip.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is it sweet or floats in the sourness of lime,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">opaque as a lie or the transparency of water in the glass of time ?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes a pint of invited intoxication,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">sunk bit by bit in the puddle of frustration.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">On my tongue a tingling sensation</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">or from a distance irresistible temptation?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Whirlpool of doubts in my glass of desperation </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">or vacuum in the bubbles of satiation?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Am I the one to opt for a bottle from the shelf </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">or merely the one behind the desk?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Can’t I both offer and sip away my life?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Can I ever bridge the divide?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>18. Uncertainty</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As the sand slips between the toes they take my shape.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The restless water sneaks in through the gaps in between as I stand firm,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">in anticipation of the shameful downfall of the day, witnessed by the landscape.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As time lapses, I remain, a rock on the heart of the sea.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I witness the hide and seek of the day and night.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The coin of events flips over but I wonder who wins the game.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I embrace the uncertainty but stiffen with fright.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is everything that ever originated meant to change?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>19. Who Am I?</strong> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As you try to run away I run along.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is your mind where I belong.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I cannot be deceived as I know it all.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you believe you are right I too can never be wrong.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You might want things your way.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">On that way I would never set with the day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Gamble with me and your last card will land up on the table.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You will lose it all but I am here to stay.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I live to boast but did you ever wonder.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As you live in my fear I grow stronger.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As you lose faith in your strength,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will trouble you for longer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am habit, who was never here to stay.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A mere thought is all that you need to drive me away.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You are mistaken, of you I secretly fear.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I will make you stronger as you try to keep me at bay.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>20. Iron Angel</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I once again stumble down from the height of the assumption of life</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">into the valley of reality.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">With the fall of assumptions for a moment down came the pride,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">that had kept me strong with integrity.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But once again as wings you embrace me in the night </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">with an unusual silence suspended in the dark.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You come upon me as humble dimness of the moonlight.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the lone sky of desperation I once again take flight as the skylark.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know it now u had been the push that made me fly, u had been the cradle. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">U have been with me through it all.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As a long lost tale or an inspiring fable.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Whether as the silence in the eyes or a playful laugh as I fall.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The hand that had once let go of my wrist to let me walk on.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The world no longer seemed to be as big as it had once seemed to be</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">as I learnt to walk on my own.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">With u as my sky and the roots of a sapling that aspires to grow like you as a strong tree.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I look up to you as the sky that never looks down upon me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rather grows with me with pride every time I take a step on my own.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I admire you for being the dignity that stand tall amidst it all.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Learning through the trying times to discover that the strength has grown.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Being the shelter for the unsheltered under the hot sun.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The shore to be attained before the sunset of life one day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To dissuade the waves of doubt the path to be taken.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The lighthouse as my companion on the way.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The words in my journal fall short to describe your magnificence.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As in the fields of happiness that you have ploughed I try to sow seeds of joy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am bathed in the rainfall of your presence.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I reminiscence on my growth from a seed to what I am today. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It dawns upon me that I had never stepped out of your reach.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have always been nourished in your fields that I have made my own. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">With a hope of making you proud I scribble my story with the words that you teach. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I still walk on with you as my inspiration towards a future unknown.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The epitome of strength in times fragile.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You have painted on the glass the meaning of my life</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Adorned as a painting on the walls of your heart I smile.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I believe you are my iron angel as I believe life is worthwhile.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>21. On Sale</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Whether new or old.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Once it is sold.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It will be clipped on to the rope to fight with the wind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Washed out to be accepted once again with creases manifold.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The fragrance will be retained in every fold.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">From the day it was worn till it sleeps in the cold.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The story will be lost somewhere in the back of the shelf.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Forgotten in the dust before it was told.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It will be time to stop the feet.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Through the shopping street.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As on the day after tomorrow at the time of the stroll.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To be taken home as the reason of the smile with which we would sleep.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Whether new or old.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Once it is sold.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It will be clipped on to the rope to fight with the wind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Washed out to be accepted once again with creases manifold.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentiments on sale.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Relationships on sale.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lie rusted once they grow old.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As stories hidden in the corners that remain untold.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>22. Never</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Never is the full stop on the road on which I walk.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the middle of the zebra crossing I find it as the roadblock.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The voices in my head never cease to talk.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">They persuade me with ease to rewind the clock.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I run back away from the street.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Farther away from the destination I drag my feet.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Back into the forlorn long winding lane.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I seek shelter and yet await the rain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Never is the full stop on the road on which I walk.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the middle of the zebra crossing I find it as the roadblock.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The voices in my head never cease to talk.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">They persuade me with ease to rewind the clock.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As the clock goes tick- tock tick-tock.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My ears await the ticking of a stopwatch.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So that the time of mine walks slower. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Till I learn to say no to never.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>23. Memory lane</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
The memory of the smile</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">brought a smile to my face as I sit by the window.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The sunrays poured over my face rescuing me from exile.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The clocked seemed to be pacing strangely slow.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I escaped from the prison of monotony</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">as I caught hold of a day of my kin</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">from my memory lane that led me to see</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">that I had never lost hold of the memories within.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My days of the past have been held in the fist as sand</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">where every memory still flutters as a firefly,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">leaving behind a light in my hand</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">that breathes life into me before they die </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">to be reborn once again. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe not on a sunny day like today</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but on a green day of the rain,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">as the raindrops tempt me to play.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I still hold the hand of every person as a memory.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I never lost the smiles I never lost the pain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I dance the dance of happiness as I run free </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">on my memory lane.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>24. My Song</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Amidst the music of the days I was lost as a song </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And Life seemed to be awfully long </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dancing to the tunes of the globe</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thought I was being right always wrong</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And Life seemed to be awfully long</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lost as a song.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seeking shelter from the rain I missed the rainbow</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Closed the doors as joyous raindrops came knocking up to me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The saplings climbed up on the staircase of the blue sky</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But the ladder of success was all that I could see</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">On the rocky road I could have walked a mile</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In this bargain my friends I lost my smile</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the music of life lost as a song</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life seems to be awfully long.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In my canvas I painted myself black and white</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Day goes by and so does the night</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The sunlight blinds me now I can no longer see</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My shadow no longer walks with me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Every night is a nightmare of mornings to come </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The clock ticks to remind me to be on the run</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the music of life I want to sing my own song</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Something in me seems to be awfully wrong.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I learn to dance to my tune</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where the music be my own</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let me fall in love with the road once again</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I forget the milestones</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">No longer lost as a song</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life is no longer awfully long</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I believe I am free</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am what I had always wanted to be.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>25. Refugee</strong> </div><div style="text-align: center;">As a refugee I travel beyond boundaries,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">my footprints change the rules.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Leaving behind fire alive on a creek side,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">burning away the blues.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I walk ahead carefree with hope warming my heart in the biting cold,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">that a lone traveller would sit warm beside a burning stack of hay.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A swarm of butterflies strum my strings for a while.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My companions for a day never promised to stay.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I now walk alone with the colour brushed upon my cheek.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A farewell present so bitter of alas a memory sweet.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Left bereft of the rainbow, I cherish the long gone rain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So I repeat.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As a refugee I travel beyond boundaries,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">my footprints change the rules.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Leaving behind fire alive on a creek side,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">burning away the blues.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have walked through autumn and the spring.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have seen many a day and night.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Driving away the dark, I rise as yet another day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even if the sun might set after the morning light.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>26. Let Me Be Me</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tomorrow is all about destiny.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Till then just let me be me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let tomorrow be yours,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">not for me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Till then let me be me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life will be life tomorrow.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In dreams I want to live,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">dreams are all I want to see.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Till then let me be me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You want to be someone else.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In a fake world you wish to be.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I gift myself to you,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">just let me be me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>27. My Closet</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Derivations, explanations, frustrations, fright.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As in the closet of my mind they quietly sit,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the right side never seems to be right</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">while the left side has nothing left in it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The closet is left with no space for long lost parts of mine.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The hangers lie burdened with reasons plenty.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The suffocation seeps outside,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">tightening its grip all around my identity.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The drawers of knowledge broken,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the handles of persistence rusted.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The countless answers never spoken,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the questions never trusted.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Creep into the corners of the closet</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">remain hidden for a while</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">till I learn to repair my closet</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">piece by piece taking my own sweet time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The old parts of me have left the space as stranger in me remained.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The mind seems mindless as termites of doubt fail to eat away the pain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the paint that has been chipped off, the faith needs to be regained.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It has been my saviour surviving many a seasons of the rain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>28. The Board game of Life</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Either a window or a facade</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">is yet another face hidden in a masquerade.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A curtain half drawn </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">remains a reflection in the mirror unknown.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is the one hidden behind the sheath of cards labelled as the winner,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">hiding behind the triumph the world of a loner.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is the one who ceases to be a gambler in the casino of one and all</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the one who must await his downfall.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is the one, who hands over lies to hold the hand of trust,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the one who thrives in the courtroom of the just.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But is the one, who stands tall in the crowd of chaos,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the one whose integrity we never come across.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is the one that seldom seems wrong,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the one who plays all along.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is the one who is not a player but merely a spectator,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the one who is discarded as a traitor.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is the king on the chessboard who looks down upon his pawn,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">the one who harbours the fear to be looked down upon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The humans will play and will be played with in the board game</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brain will conquer the heart brawn will overpower the brain </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>29. My Evil One</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I stumbled on the heap of leaves.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I felt the prickle of his gaze I trembled.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I lay amidst the autumn trees</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">beside the creek with clothes crumpled.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I stared captivated by the evil one,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">yarns of whose stories were spun in town.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As a captive in silence with questions a few, qualms none.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I sat spellbound by the light of his humble eyes ;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">before he quipped quietly that he wished to paint my light. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I smiled as if my senses had taken my leave to wander off in the forest of teak.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I followed him to his ship of treasures to my utmost delight.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I felt as a part of the mystery that surrounded the Frenchman’s creek.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He covered his parchments with paintings of me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and the sand froze in the hourglass of the night.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The ship took sail in the mist as if someone up above had heard my plea.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pursuing the wrong had never been this right.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He escorted me back to my house by the creek.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As a gentleman my evil one charmed me yet again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Neither he uttered a word nor could I speak.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The midnight lingers on as I smile away the timeless pain.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today as I walk in the woods that are no longer a mystery. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I flip those pages in my mind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The pirate stole a part of me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the darkest of nights I found my light.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wait here as I stroll, I wait for an escapade.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As the right no longer seems right I ache for the wrong.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">No oaths were taken, no promises made</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I overhear the yarns of endless stories I know the place where I belong.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>30. Welcome to my factory</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Welcome to my factory of toys.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I sell the titbits to be played with.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I sell to the faces in the crowd a shopping bag full of joys.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The world is my playhouse I play with my wit.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I control the puppets dim-witted.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I believe in my strings.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hold them captive in the prison where once I hid</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">where they hold back to grow wings.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was also manufactured but I learnt to play.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I learnt to sway the toys with the sway of my hand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was made to be sold but I had my own way.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I look down upon you in my own land.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am the evil that rests in the factory of the mind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know the way through as I control one and all.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am the blindfold you had never been blind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">May the happiness rest in peace in the graveyard of the toys big and small.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Welcome to my factory of toys.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I sell the titbits to be played with.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">sell to the faces in the crowd a shopping bag full of joys.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The world is my playhouse I play with my wit</div></div>KRIYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12848089975142791974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164976698880150781.post-31207162674914502472010-12-23T23:21:00.000-08:002010-12-23T23:38:54.901-08:00Balaji A C & Anil John - A for Anil John & B for Balaji ACAs a part of felicitation for the Dean and our two HODs who where the core pillars of the Animation Dept. of Manipal University, Bangalore Campus, from first Day of 2007 on wards with 5 +12 students as the first batch till today- with more than 200 students.Our dear HOD's extended all their whole hearted support to KRIYA and its colaborative efforts with Creative Treasury & Views, Students honoured them with a pleasent surprise in dedication for them the whole day, with our cherishing memories, imitations and thankings. We came up with a short poem, a simple poem that probably only those who know them well, will understand and burst laughing in the depth of understanding of their character and behavioural attitude.<br />
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Here it goes- Enjoy--Cheers-<br />
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A for ANIL sir, B for BALAJI sir…<br />
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<br />
"Okkaayy …that is fine… I am not saying it is bad, it is good… but you can do better butt…work hard<br />
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I think its ok yaar… do more… Bull shit yaar…"<br />
<br />
In to the campus comes our dear anil sir, like don…<br />
<br />
With the vermillion red bullet as a thundering bird!<br />
<br />
Uplifting the specks and saying with a twist on hip, "good morning yaar…"<br />
<br />
Covering and limiting the laughs and smiles saying "bullshit yaar…"<br />
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“Movies movies where the hell is the movies<br />
<br />
2d or 3d I don’t care, we have no entries anywhere”<br />
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Paying for the stolen book from library, the Nude anatomy…<br />
<br />
"For I shall gift you better book, plz return the library book…"<br />
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Sketching and painting the concept art in the early 2D style work…<br />
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On his beloved waccom cintique….<br />
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Always on the latest trends of shirts and goggles<br />
<br />
With a smile on it saying “Bull shit”<br />
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Chasing students and taming the noted absconders…<br />
<br />
And turning the head from the desktop in a left pan and says<br />
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"This is the last chance okay you can leave the college and go, take it and go…"<br />
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With some mallu girls saying he is “cute and hott” and<br />
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Anil Sir saying “Keep walking” “Change your world” What69… Good yaar…"<br />
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B for Balaji sir...<br />
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Balaji..."Yaa yaaa you can do that…"<br />
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"Tweak it yaar...my kid is waiting for me…and being a family man.."<br />
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With an over grown mustache and bugs bunny laughs with initial start ignition…<br />
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Being the early man in the campus in a Ritz burglar alarm..<br />
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And students exactly kicking football on to it though they have never scored a goal…<br />
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Unwrapping the model applying texture with material lighting…<br />
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And sms ing from way2sms saying” lighting guys wake up and submit”<br />
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With turtles and toys all around on his table and saying “man what did I say”<br />
<br />
Though his days are nights for us and our nights are days for him…<br />
<br />
He listens to all with patients and concerns, though he tolerates all nonsense…<br />
<br />
Diplomatic and strict yet manages all the circus of campus…<br />
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With folded full sleeves and a T shirt inside with a school bag on back<br />
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And if late “go to library” with exact time in and exact time out<br />
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And if we ask for any other queries he says "we are working on it”<br />
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When frustrated or upset or when jovial and humorous <br />
<br />
He starts with “bloody” and ends with “bloody”<br />
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For whatever he may be we respect him for his responsibility…<br />
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<br />
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For these are the tales of our two HODS’<br />
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For they started with nothing here and here it is with we<br />
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Managing the game and taming the students, for both are the captains of this team..<br />
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We have seen them working all day and night with fire through glimpse of life, <br />
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May god bless them and keep them happy, for we know they are forever worthy.<br />
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With love students | CREATIVE TREASURY | KRIYA - Dec 2010.<br />
Thanks to UK sir as usual for being a pART of us thanks to the whole of the Dept. 2D and 3D Team.<br />
We will miss u all. with love & Regards.KRIYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12848089975142791974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164976698880150781.post-26483929052460453952010-10-11T10:58:00.000-07:002010-10-30T09:45:50.127-07:00The world through his eyes : Priyavansh Jeet Simon<div style="border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0.5em;"><div style="display: block; zoom: 1;"><div><h2 style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Senior citizen-a generation ignored</span></h2></div></div><div style="display: block; zoom: 1;"><span style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="display: block; zoom: 1;"><span style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Wasn't I happy, when you were first in my hands, </span></span></span></div></div><div style="display: block; font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-right: 100px; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Wasn’t I happy, when you used to hold my hand</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I have always loved you, I’ve always praised you.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">You are my life and you are my hope.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Because for a mother, she is the kite and the children are its rope.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">You loved me when you were a child,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">You cared for me when you were small.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Now why do I see you standing, at the other side of the wall.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Now I live with the person you used to call Dad.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Often I look into his eyes, searching for a bit of happiness,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">But without you they are both empty and sad.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">We love you like God loved his creation</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">We will love you all our age.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">But take us to your home, because it feels terrible living alone without you, a life which is similar to the life of a child in an orphanage.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">We love you my son, we love you my child</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Come home ,to us before the storm of our life goes wild. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span style="line-height: normal;"></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span style="line-height: normal;"></span></span><br />
<div style="border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0.5em;"><div style="display: block; zoom: 1;"><div><h2 style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Jeevan Ki Peheli Sadak</span></span></h2></div></div><div style="display: block; zoom: 1;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div style="display: block; zoom: 1;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Jeevan ke is mod par aaj jo mai pahucha hu ,soochta hu , ki kya din the wo jab mai chota tha ,</span></span></span></span></div></div><div style="display: block; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-right: 100px; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1;"><div><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Baadlo mei apne sapno ka jaha dhunda karta tha,karta tha jab najre falak par,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Baadlo mei sher ka aks dhoonda karta tha,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Bhooto ki kahaniya sachi lagti thi mujhko,pattiyo ka shor dara deta tha mujhko,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Sikko mei dunia samati thi meri,mithi chijo se pyar tha mujhko,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Padai bhari thi mujh par,home work niptaya karta tha,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Jaldi se bada hona chahata tha,apni marji ka malik ban’na chahta tha,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Yaad karta hu jab mai aj un dino ko chehere par muskurahat ati hai mere,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Janta hu aa nahi sakte wo din dubara,par gar koi tarika hota ,to jeeta dobara un dino ko,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Jinhe keheta hu mai mere jivan ki peheli sadak.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span style="line-height: normal;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span style="line-height: normal;"></span></span></span><br />
<div style="border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0.5em;"><div style="display: block; zoom: 1;"><div><h2 style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Immortal Feelings</span></span></span></h2></div></div><div style="display: block; zoom: 1;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></span></span><br />
<div style="float: right;"></div></div></div><div style="display: block; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-right: 100px; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1;"><div><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span style="line-height: normal;"></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span style="line-height: normal;"></span></span></span></span><br />
<div style="border-bottom-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0.5em;"><div style="display: block; zoom: 1;"><div><h2 style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Its about us not about me.</span></span></span></span></h2></div></div><div style="display: block; zoom: 1;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></span></span></span><br />
<div style="float: right;"></div></div></div><div style="display: block; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; padding-right: 100px; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1;"><div><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Walking towards the darkness,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">moving towards the endless cave,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">What is my life without madness and the love i kept for u so safe,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Ive been living in this illusion about you,giving my love to worthyless people thinkin its you,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">When you willl appear before me like an old friend,a person known to me since ages,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">I have been restless in the darkness and the dawn,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Are u an illusion or a ghost,will u be the person i will love the most,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Dont be such a coward just stand before me and say i am ment for you and "i love u the most",</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">The rain,the morning glory and the mist,it is only me who stands before the gods and insist,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Why you need the heaven the hell and the golden gate,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">If there is no happiness no love and no one to acknowledge as my soulmate,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">My life is drifting towards the sin and the temptation's,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">The love left in me is just a speculation,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Why you did this why you give us the power of our brain,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">look what have we done,now life is a gamble and love is a game,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">We are humans ,the most inteligent and the dominant population on earth,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">But still we kill female child before its birth,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Im sick of the thing we do and we say and the love the relation and the promises we make,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">What are we without this land and the sea,</span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Now there is no one to say its about us not about me.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"> </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><span style="line-height: normal;"><br />
</span></span></span></div></div><div style="color: #333333;"></div></div></div><div style="color: #333333;"></div></div></div><div style="color: #333333;"></div></div></div>KRIYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12848089975142791974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164976698880150781.post-91253003897093989162010-09-14T21:45:00.000-07:002010-09-14T22:24:15.400-07:00words of imagination by Saptarishi<strong>Untitled</strong><br />
There is no knowledge<br />
that is not power<br />
there is no blade<br />
I've watched the metamorphosis<br />
the birth and the death<br />
a simple cycle that never fades<br />
so young and yet<br />
so dead for hope and dreams<br />
you've torn down silver linings<br />
with revenge dripping from my teeth<br />
we're all living the same lie<br />
and truth be told<br />
dying from birth<br />
we're just living to die<br />
Problem? I see none.<br />
Indulge to your heart's content!<br />
It tastes good ?<br />
It just might end you.<br />
After all, you're useless...<br />
We sure don't need you.<br />
From your corpse, grows something better.<br />
Like flowers, weeds even.<br />
Cholesterol? So?<br />
How about a bullet?<br />
Or, cancer maybe?<br />
With cheese and ketchup;<br />
Have it any way.<br />
A hatred and distrust of the human race,<br />
Give me cyanide.<br />
Wine.<br />
And exotic toxic tastes,<br />
A world living in apathy fails so badly.<br />
Me, personally,<br />
I'll just starve.<br />
Who wants to live forever anyway ? <br />
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<strong>*STATIC*</strong><br />
Dawn tinges the black sky,<br />
A glow beyond the dark of night.<br />
Impossible shades of gray,<br />
Then silver turning to gold.<br />
Beauty only GOD can provide,<br />
Trying to light the sadness of my empty soul.<br />
Awake.<br />
Night followed by day followed by night.<br />
Alone.<br />
TV blaring trying to fill the soundless space within.<br />
Thoughts of failure, self-worth,<br />
Can I fix what is broken?<br />
Do I even know what is broken?<br />
Am I meant to stay abandoned and alone until<br />
The night comes without a dawn?<br />
The blackened ropes of confusion and emptiness hold me captive.<br />
There is no shade of gray to lift my heart,<br />
No silver salvation for my soul,<br />
There is no glorious gold of dawn for one so empty and alone. <br />
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<strong>Hello</strong><br />
Hello?<br />
Who are you?<br />
Another manifestation?<br />
Another lifeform?<br />
Another figment of my imagination?<br />
Another object commiting actions?<br />
Another pathetic swarm of matter?<br />
Another moth flying around the same flame?<br />
Another caged being scavenging for happiness?<br />
Another voracious consumer of emotions?<br />
Another leaf avoiding being stepped on?<br />
Another pair of legs sprinting away from death?<br />
Another creature dogging for lust?<br />
Another cranium mezmerized by the illusion of 'love'?<br />
Another bunch of arteries trying to stop time?<br />
Who are you after all?<br />
One of the sheep?<br />
Or just wearing the skin to fit in?<br />
Yes?<br />
Hello.<br />
Friend. <br />
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<strong>Speechless</strong><br />
a dream come true,<br />
on the verge of achieving the pinnacle of the only summit<br />
that i have not conquered till date,<br />
my joy knew no bounds;<br />
i am not a speaker,<br />
nor i express my happiness<br />
as freely as everyone else,<br />
but then that is me;<br />
unmoved by emotions,<br />
that flood so many others,<br />
i have till date resisted<br />
the pull and the push of it<br />
from overwhelming me;<br />
till date, till now,<br />
but as i now stand on what seems like a turning point,<br />
i am shocked,<br />
i am stunned;<br />
as the tv blares on in the background,<br />
my mind is just blank, nothing,<br />
it’s as if everything has been erased with one little swipe,<br />
standing on the last step of the pinnacle,<br />
so sure of success was i, everything else became secondary;<br />
work, family, friends,<br />
and the things that were dear to me,<br />
i brushed them all away,<br />
as i waited in line to accept the one thing that would fulfill me;<br />
so sure of attaining the next level,<br />
that when i reached the stage,<br />
i let go of my guard only to be stunned by the reality of things,<br />
something is not right and some things i cannot control,<br />
and for once, i am truly speechless<br />
at the way life still plays a game of hide and seek with me; <br />
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<strong>Little Hands</strong><br />
Have you ever clung to a desire for so long<br />
that your eyes saw nothing else?<br />
The most beautiful part of existence is the ability to dream,<br />
to aspire toward a goal, no matter how lofty!<br />
Like the little girl with her hand outstretched to the stars,<br />
hoping for just one touch of the cosmos.<br />
Try as she may, with all of her might<br />
soon she will realize she cannot reach very far.<br />
That little girl does not cry!<br />
In fact she simply sits there,<br />
smiling.<br />
<br />
And soon tonight, like many before<br />
her mother will call with affection,<br />
peeking out the front door.<br />
‘Sweetheart, my darling where are you?<br />
It’s getting late and you need your sleep! ‘<br />
That little girl does not whine!<br />
In fact she just walks in,<br />
smiling.<br />
<br />
The little girl with her hands to the sky,<br />
is content with the knowledge that tomorrow is another day.<br />
Her arms will be one day longer,<br />
and the stars will still be there.<br />
Her dream may wither until it can’t even be seen<br />
but her dream will never tear. <br />
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<strong>Sanctimonious</strong><br />
<br />
Free Falling,<br />
fast into a frivolous fire of desire.<br />
Seeing sanctimonious souls<br />
seeking simple solutions to aspire, that take them higher.<br />
Unfortunately unable<br />
to understand unless they're a mess.<br />
Living lies,<br />
to look like they fear less with success.<br />
Constantly crying,<br />
while creating chaos to camouflage confusion within their delusion.<br />
Inconspicuously inundated<br />
by an insecure insignificant illusion spawned by their seclusion.<br />
Obviously overlooking,<br />
their ostentatious oceans fueled by their emotions.<br />
Virtuously vanquishing,<br />
their values and devotions, surendering their notions.<br />
Brilliantly broadcasting<br />
their beliefs by blissfully breaking and taking.<br />
Always allowing<br />
their atrocious animosity to leave them aching but forsaking.<br />
Diligently destroying<br />
their destiny by deliberately dealing and stealing.<br />
Plastic people<br />
their pale pretentious disguise is peeling and unsealing. <br />
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<strong>Moon</strong><br />
watching the full moon<br />
shining brightly up in the dark sky<br />
i can’t resist drawing a parallel to my life;<br />
one complete circle it has come,<br />
what started as a small thing<br />
has now been completed and finished<br />
with the next stage already in motion;<br />
just like a full moon,<br />
my life achieved its highest peak and<br />
like all good things, it has come to an end,<br />
and slowly fades away into oblivion;<br />
bit by bit, it starts fading away<br />
bit by bit, slowly and steadily<br />
leaving a long lasting impression behind<br />
it is slowly moved out of context;<br />
life goes on,<br />
up and down,<br />
waning and waxing<br />
like a moon;<br />
just like the craters on the moon,<br />
all events etched deep into our memories<br />
never fading away and reminding us of the<br />
good and the bad days of life; <br />
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<strong>Glue </strong><br />
just a hollow feeling<br />
my mask on the seat next to mine<br />
worn out, beaten and battered<br />
it had come to an end;<br />
just as smoothly as it started<br />
the end was a quick one,<br />
no nonsense, no stupid climax<br />
the curtain came down in one swift motion;<br />
standing tall amidst broken lives<br />
no one cares if you stay back<br />
to pick up the pieces<br />
or make a run to the nearest exit;<br />
full of anger and full of fear,<br />
wanting to wreck the peace<br />
my mind is seeking,<br />
i gradually lost it all;<br />
running away from death<br />
and escaping from the mind games,<br />
seeking refuge from the storm<br />
i rushed headlong into life;<br />
searching for a place to hide,<br />
watching people trade money for love,<br />
i began to fill the emptiness that surrounds me<br />
with the pieces of my broken heart; <br />
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<strong>Paint</strong><br />
<br />
I am a painter, and I like to paint pictures,<br />
But my pictures are made from words rather than paint!<br />
I brush and stroke the keys to lay the words down in front of me,<br />
I keep on painting until I get a good end result!<br />
My words capture a past time, or a moment,<br />
My words draw a picture of my hopes and my fears!<br />
Some words are from my wild imagination,<br />
Others are snapshots of my life through the years!<br />
I paint to get the thoughts out of my head,<br />
When they are visible they are easier to understand!<br />
My words paint for me a little picture,<br />
Pictures of Love, passing strangers and friends!<br />
I paint pictures of the world that surrounds me,<br />
I paint pictures of the thoughts in my head,<br />
I paint pictures of my hesitations, and the things that I dream of,<br />
I paint pictures of things people have done and said!<br />
<br />
My words, I lay them bare in front of you,<br />
My pictures, might sometimes seem quite obscure,<br />
But every artist is entitled to use self expression,<br />
And my poems are an expression of ‘Myself’ for sure!<br />
<br />
I like to express my lust, love, and longing,<br />
I like to release the tensions that I sometimes feel,<br />
I like to share my thoughts on all matters,<br />
By sharing, it somehow helps make things seem more real!<br />
<br />
I am a painter, and I like to pint pictures,<br />
But my pictures are made from words, rather than paint!<br />
I brush and stroke the keys to lay the words down in front of me,<br />
I keep on painting until I get a good end result!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
This picture is a self portrait of the artist,<br />
The artist sits thinking as the world spins around!<br />
His eyes are closed and he is sitting there comfortably,<br />
His face is expressionless; there is no smile or no frown! <br />
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<strong>Lost</strong><br />
<br />
as the sunlight slowly faded away<br />
the city lights flickered on, one by one,<br />
illuminating everything on the outside<br />
and casting a shadow on the inside;<br />
<br />
as time slowly ticked past,<br />
the darkness inched closer and closer<br />
spreading its shadows across the land,<br />
my inner self comes alive;<br />
<br />
as much as i struggle and curl underneath the blanket,<br />
my fears come alive, and slowly engulfs me from the inside<br />
and tears up the mask that i so successfully put on during the day;<br />
<br />
fears that torment me from the inside during the day<br />
comes alive as soon the light fades away and i am back into my den,<br />
with a mind of its own, tormenting me every single night,<br />
sometimes i wished i was dead;<br />
<br />
surrounded by many,<br />
yet isolated and alone,<br />
i try to reach out to people<br />
but succeed in grasping just empty air;<br />
<br />
struggling to keep my sanity,<br />
i plunge myself into darkness<br />
for its the only place to hide<br />
to cope with all this,<br />
i give up and cry myself to sleep;<br />
it’s tiresome to want something you don’t have, and each morning<br />
i wake with loneliness by my side, each day I walk with it’s presence<br />
in my footsteps, each night it lies hand in hand with my insomnia;<br />
<br />
perhaps i have become invisible?<br />
or have i become just an figment of imagination?<br />
they cried on my shoulders and i soaked up their tears,<br />
asking for nothing in return, but when i need someone,<br />
where did they all go? <br />
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<strong>Awe</strong><br />
Is it awe that makes me feel like a moth ?<br />
How it finds a flame only to be burned.<br />
Is it awe that leaves me living in a wasteland ?<br />
How i search for a trampled green leaf.<br />
Is it awe that i stand neck deep in memories ?<br />
How they choke while i beg them to depart.<br />
Is it awe that resists me to shed tears ?<br />
How my sorrow comes out only as drying salt water.<br />
Is it awe that i hate to close my eyes and think ?<br />
How dreams die in an impulse of actions.<br />
Is it awe that i dog for happiness ?<br />
How it vanishes in a fraction of a second.<br />
Is it awe that i don't believe in love ?<br />
How it exists as a non-existent word.<br />
Is it awe that i think life is an illusion ?<br />
How it fools me and makes me blind.<br />
Is it awe that i find eternal calm in death ?<br />
How it makes me wish no one deserves to live. <br />
<strong><span style="color: #444444;"> Poems by Saptarishi</span></strong> <br />
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------KRIYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12848089975142791974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164976698880150781.post-47843487122131277762010-07-07T11:32:00.000-07:002010-07-07T11:32:27.958-07:00Creativity and its Basic Foundations.For a long time, we had the concept of the "unconscious mind" as the source of our creativity (and our madness and insanity!).<br />
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The so called unconscious mind is an ENERGY BASED computation system that is natural to human beings.<br />
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You could think of it as a super-advanced organic computer that produces data in the form of "Energy Streams" - but the trouble is that these energy streams need to be interpreted and translated into images and visions, sounds and feelings for us to be CONSCIOUSLY AWARE of some parts of their contents.<br />
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Our conscious mind, which is what we are trained to use from the word go by schools and talk based learning, thinking about things in terms of words and pictures, has become functionally detached from these energy data streams and doesn't receive them any longer - unless your drunk or dreaming, or you are in hypnosis or you have taken drugs so that these STREAMS OF INFORMATION once more can flow through the whole mind/brain system AND can be consciously observed.<br />
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It is my conclusion that we "tap into our creativity" when we let these energy data streams flow into our conscious mind to give us the information that CAN'T BE FOUND IN BOOKS ON THE SHELF, but come from our mind's computations ABOUT ACTUAL REALITY instead.KRIYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12848089975142791974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164976698880150781.post-15141456012808875372010-06-20T00:53:00.000-07:002010-06-20T00:53:58.137-07:00Articulated Waters...Little by little we get to know art isn't always just a picture drawn on a paper...to be able to put words on paper isn't as well unless those words mean something which shows the writer's intellectual insight.<br />
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This blog is medium we the Kriya Team are creating for those of us with an intellectual insight that could prove that words aren't just words when <b>they</b> write them. At their hands words become a medium stronger than even visual arts and can express their thought with an ease that even colours can never match.<br />
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So, welcome to the world where <b>words on water</b> is a reality...KRIYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12848089975142791974noreply@blogger.com0