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Saturday 22 November 2014

Hawk





" Hawk"



                                       



Your eyes that stalk,
Your tongues which talk,
I can see,
I can hear,
While I walk.


Hey listen! 
"I'm the Hawk,
How can you forget?
That you were called,
The same, just recall
The history, the charm
Of the religion
that sprung,
Long ago,
You're the descendents
Of the same clot."


"But you forgot,
You only stalk,
What you do is talk,
To catch the passing flock,
OH No! I'm the Hawk
You can't ever flog!"







Thursday 20 November 2014

What Should I Write?


"What should I write? "


                                 

I picked up a pen lying at the edge of the table with it's ink spilt over the table and the cover rolled away. I glanced at it for a moment and then started writing, words were flowing in the flood of my mind and ideas were rushing. I chose an idea but I was hesitant to write about it, so I put the pen down. Meanwhile,sun through the windows touched my ears, entered my heart and enlightened my mind. I gave a look back to the sun and smiled, I picked the pen again. I started writing, I kept on writing; I felt as if it was only me, my pen and my mind around the world alone. Words were jumping in my head and I was throwing them on the paper. After writing for a few minutes, I sat back and took a deep breath. I looked at the sun again, it wasn't there, the gray clouds had covered up. I assumed that a storm was coming so I stood up and reached the windows of my room, which showed a bird on the tree covering her hatch-lings with her wings. I closed the windows and went back to the desk, I realized, whatever I wrote has vanished; my mind frozen and my words blocked. I threw the pen away and scrapped the paper in my fists, I asked my mind, "What should I write? "


Tuesday 18 November 2014

Diddle

"Diddle"



I encounter no tree

Without wood,
never I espied
a flower without petals.
"Did you ever witnessed
sun, sans a ray?"


I discern of what you'll say,
retort me with, "Nay!"
"Withal, what fashion you
have made over me?"


"Can a heart beat,
unless it caress feel?"
"No!, then why thee bequeath,
this juvenile only besiege,
by dolor and anguish?"


As no birdie can flee,
unless comes the breeze,
she then, unfurl her wings,
takes off with a cheerful shriek.

"So, why did thou leave,
when embraced have ye,
all these realities?
You can't diddle me!"





Friday 7 November 2014

Shoes

"Shoes"



You ask me to put myself into her shoes and think of what she has done is how to be done? Feel like how she felt and whatever she did was the way it should be done. 
You complain and tell me to put myself into your shoes and feel of how it feels to be into your shoes because when I put myself into hers I can feel her, then you say to feel like you too and want me to proclaim that, "Oh whatever you did was right too and you're genuine about feeling glumly of what she has done."
Okay, alright, I do that. Nevertheless, I feel of how you both would feel into each of your shoe pair. But did you ever think of how do I feel? Who would put themselves into my shoes? Who would feel like I do? Who would know of what I know?
Your love, your ignorance, your comments about me, who would know of what it means to me and how do I feel about them? My sorrows, my heavy heart, my tears on cheeks and my immeasurable love for thee, did you ever think of all these?
No, you did not. I felt like both of you and took the pain even. Now you are into each other and I alone with my shoes with no one to put themselves into the shoes I walk in. I'm alone with the shoes. Yes I am alone now with my shoes walking in the cold hail.







Monday 3 November 2014

They do it because they do it

    

"They do it because they do it"

    


They'll never understand their worth in our hearts because they know of how worthy they are to us. Which is why, they'll keep on doing it to us, they'll keep on exploiting us because someone else is exploiting them. They rightly know all the feelings that we feel because of their ignorance and all the thorny aches because of their quietness, as they are dying for someone else just as we are for them. Though, they keep on doing it to us because the other is doing it to them. On the contrary, they'd never feel to not to do us the same that someone else is doing to them because believe it or not we are not as important as the other is. Therefore, they exploit us just because the other is exploiting them. Rather, you must be happy for one reason that is, they are in the same pain as you are, though, the bad thing about it is, they are not feeling the pain for you and not dying for you but for someone else. 





You'll never understand....

The winter Coffee

" The Winter Coffee"



A cup of hot coffee,
in rainy, stormy winter.
The ardent smoke of the cup,
the toasted air through the mouth,
the tip-tap-tip of a rain drop,
reminds me of our laughter and crack-ups.

I still get those hallucinations,

of our tapping feet in rainy water.
With every sip of the coffee,
I take in, arouses all of our reminiscences.
These showers says to me,
"Now you listen to my aria alone."

I took a few steps in,

trying to absorb those memories,
every single drop whispered in my ear,
"How can you forget your friendship.?"