Prisoner Of Time

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2007-09-28T16:20:00.000+09:00

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Journey

2007-03-11T20:50:00.001+09:00

Shadows do not scare me but they never stop haunting me. As this journey opens up the door of concerns, the known walking around making life stranger then what it is, it does overtake stories in books and the acting that actors act in movies. Its strange watching people, it’s even stranger to be conscious that you’re watching them. These middle aged couples, why do they stare at life with blank eyes. Have they got bored of each other or have they got tired of idea that they are bored of each other.(Chaiwala wiz passes me). Wonder how many lives passed before my eyes without giving glimpse of their lives?

Train might start any moment now to provide yet another stir in my settled thoughts.The view from the side upper birth grants you look at legs ( sitting) walking along the window before giving up quickly, gunny bags cuddled around before being dumped into their destination. Funny how life gets divided among strangers with each having to represent a number with a piece of paper to prove that legally. Is grazing grass fun? Or just a viable alternative not to keep stomach empty. Well! I am talking about buffalos

Happiness is a rare delicacy

2007-02-28T12:11:00.000+09:00

Gliding through unwinding paths

With every pause frozen in time

Life’s a beadwork

Foraging trifle truths

Let’s get lost

On a happy run clasping our hands

Before time takes her sleep

Imprison

2006-12-03T00:25:00.001+09:00

Locked the room and threw away the keys
drifting towards oblivion
in search of a timeless village
"blink of an eye" all it took,
the dreams have gone, echoes creep to sky
silence uproars

Left with years to wonder
and just wonder

Living

2006-10-29T01:20:00.000+09:00

flip the coin,up goes she rolling in space
as your eyes hooked on her journey
hanging all the possibilities of outcome on a quick pause
transfusing rush of thoughts colliding in confusion

As she owns-up to gravity with her verdict
rest follows the chronology

p.s: hope you don't loose your soul all the while

Truth

2006-10-21T16:18:00.000+09:00

Turning pages in fake pretence
gilded words in exhibition
opulance to show and nothing to stick to

As things pass and few ever return
the real self mute and miserable
just like clothes hang uselessly decorating closet
and I think, "I can be humbler then dust"

rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

2006-10-07T19:30:00.000+09:00

Tall trees arching back in resistence
sun hiding behind the clouds
smell of soil,
flashing umbrellas, wet doormat
And I watch the world get drenched through windows

Sobriety is transitory

2006-09-18T19:26:00.000+09:00

In recursion to patch the past
vivid confusions submit to void

as monster time trickles on
pertinence grows obsolete
ohh! did u realize?
its just gone

How to name it?

2006-09-10T21:00:00.000+09:00

secrets hiding in the pregnant receptacle
hate it or obsessively seek it
compensatory revenge or willingness to forget
call it a transperant glass or a sheet of veil
is freedom "nothing left to lose" or everything to look for
is it two lives in a soul
or one caught in two lives

The Dream

2006-08-31T02:51:00.000+09:00

As the light goes off
concision folds in, unfolds the dream
breath gets to irreducible minimum
myriad real instances combines to form a collage
picturing an art of naked intensions

why i write here?

2006-08-21T20:48:00.000+09:00

it isnt simple , hasnt been difficult too,
isnt abstract, isnt glib,
isnt pragmatic, it isnt the dream too
isnt for myself or either you

it's for all imagination that surface
in glancing string of words

Nostalgia

2006-08-16T02:26:00.000+09:00

Through the purple patch

2006-07-31T21:29:00.000+09:00

fleeting images passes by the window
its been a long wait for this moment
now that its here..wish it stays a while

reminiscence of past ,irrepressible nostalgia,
peace of being home, currupts the mind

its THE convocation for mere mortals
but its just a blink in time and space
well !!! its time to walkout with your heart left behind

A Promise

2006-06-24T13:40:00.000+09:00

Gazing at stars twinkling together
Flashing reflections on me,reflections
Where drops of mist glitter like diamonds
dancing leaves cuddling in breeze

Reflections where,i am burning like a candle
In a dark room, pull carting my dreams
With fading hope, watiting for that cusp

Obscure

2006-06-08T18:15:00.000+09:00

Just as ground beneath my feet
sucked all the lives that lived on this earth

memories of my past
are under the carpet of my present

trickling thought intrude remote corner of my heart
floods melancholy into my head

does revisiting chapters has its worth?

anyways ...Happy visiting my blog folks

In Search

2006-04-17T01:04:00.000+09:00

a tiny star light up so high
a ray of hope swims through my veins
silent wish sails across the the mountains
winds of change whispers with waves
and the search for blue lagoon is on

Labyrinth

2006-04-15T01:56:00.000+09:00

expressionless clouds scattered in the sky
and i watch a limping deer on the road
cry for help is sucked into a corner of nameless place
who is gonna reconstruct shattered pieces of plate on the floor
who is accountable for this social labyrinth?

Hungry tide

2006-04-04T15:22:00.000+09:00

the time has taken pause
you sit at the edge showing your back
i drove , drove and drove miles in search of you
but end up getting you in this blessed corner consuming silence
cant you see me drowning into the depths of virtues
i got so many things but i still want more

Euphoria

2006-03-21T16:02:00.000+09:00

While the sun came down to horizon glistening the sky
i sit alone in a beach
talking to each wave that brush the shore
about a butterfly painting pictures of my dream
of a world ,
where i am journey and your my road
all that i realize here, is this a celebration?
celebration of my loneliness with you...

(this was one of the first ones i ever wrote...couldnt help myself but to revisit )

Poise

2006-03-04T00:13:00.000+09:00

rim of sun touch the horizon
engulfing alchemy in the eyes
unclamping plaque nailed on ignorance

while existence shuttles between threat and comfort
eternal hunger is hammering life

look at my streched hand
this is the cusp between untouched sky
and the human reality.

The object of my drive

2006-02-27T00:27:00.000+09:00

listening to stillness of silence
one thought races the other

its winter that brings down leaves to ground
its wave that nourishes the shore
its failure that open eyes of your mind
its contemplation that gets you the essence of past
a seed from somewhere else, but thought grows to be your own

well its existence that gets you this journey

The survival

2006-02-19T03:37:00.000+09:00

stumbling along the way
tired of being on toes
feeling numb for touch
myriad whispers in ears

from all ablaze of exitment to fear of annihilation
from giving up before the start to embrace traces left
untouched self to stretching limits

bottling up faith
to end up be the modern marvel of pradox

Celebrating Eros

2006-02-14T14:36:00.000+09:00

Is it a myth or state of realization
accepting the fact or carving brutal desire
celebration or conscious imposition
is it freedom or state being cuddled up in prison
epitome of confluence or abyss of possession
is it just being real
or one of the ways, just to feel high

Extinction hurts

2006-02-07T23:43:00.000+09:00

Memories surge into the empty corridors of mind
time passed like dewdrop sliding down a leaf
fast & slow enough to be the part of me
my life is just a mere gift of u
with no choice but to embrace it
incidents brush pass me
i wakeup everymorning to the conflict of survival
with a void of ur abscence in unturned pages of my life
but ur invisible touch is still intact

when tears start surfacing eyes
i take deep breath to pull myself back to present

The state of being lazy

2006-02-06T14:50:00.000+09:00

back facing the wall n face embracing my knees
light trickling into my room to threaten darkness
timelessness is spilled all over....
no sight of hunger
n left with scandulous and infectiously dull emptiness to excite u
intention of being conscious is gliding in the sky

who defined life is gobbled with transitory states?
hey believer , I welcome you to state of being lazy

(apart from lamenting thoughts above..belive me, its serious fun...lol)

Idling away to glory

2006-01-30T19:05:00.001+09:00

Its been an obsession to have them more and more
..........from footpath to landmark
finally to become showcase of vanity
of an unfaithful owner and bear his name on them.

With all the hopes to bear a lustful life of being touched and turned over and over.
no eyes went through them
no imagination they could create,
no interpretations was derived out of them,
But ending up in a corner only to be captured by a lens
to portray their pain.

Do they ever contemplate , wt went wrong for them?

Ah, my pen is broke

2006-01-24T21:39:00.000+09:00

"prasad was here all day "