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Nightfall

Like every Dusk
Today
She stands by the Lighthouse
her eyes glaring at the night
Dimming with the Dawn of Night
The night of Yearning entreats

Sari clad
Bronze Torso..
Eyes like black Diamond

She licks her lips
Sweet Memory
savours the
salty navel
she feels her leg pulsating
the head throbbing in harmony

Her anchal falls
The thick matted hair
Memories of coarse hand
Has'nt combed it off
at all

From the emptiness of the blue expanse
He rises from the sea
They are locked in a trance
Arms around
Head buried in a matted mass
He carries her to Eden
to Nightfall!

Absence

I do not weep

I will not weep

So you may go

My heart is not a Ming

Nor my blood paint..

That I will create ancient Fresco

For I love me..

No rose shall I put over your grave..

For my tears have wrenched my thoughts

I say you will be missed

Like the sky that missess the cloud

Like a great day gone by..

And I shall drink to it

To our times!

In The cavity

The white moon


Fell into a white well,


The well had no crown ,


to guard the fall!


The snake slowly liked the moon


Filling the fangs with mint


The moon dimmed and melted


The fang had done it all...!


licked the Mooney mint small!!

the dog and his master

I blink...
Look down..
You aren't there
I go back to sleep.


I again look down..
wishing you there..
You aren't there ...
Even if you were there it would not matter!!


I know you cant talk..
Still I look down..Blink
expectantly..
The droopy look of your eyes
I am going to miss the shiny tail
I blink ..
close my eyes eternally

BLOOD!

Thicker than water ...

Slower than a stream



Takes a course,


in the mind...


heavier than a dream


keeps us ticking and living


filling our fleshes with a sheen...


our veins with a reason


our hearts with a joy


of living.


Spilled over..


Restless bashes;


countless facades...


At times a joyful living

Spilled over to earn a rightful living


Sweet and sour;


Bitter and fragrant-


Our blood


the elixir for human body

But you will never be there...

some times I feel like a sad song...like I am all alone..Without you
lyrics by John Denver

What is life for a child without a father...and what is life for a girl when her hero is not around..the first hero of her life on whose shoulders she would go of to sleep free from a world of frets...

life is all about age and age catching up and how many scores did you make and how many sores did you heal..or how many blows did you blow...and how much of a mint were you your lifetime...some get a life time achievement award and life goes on and on 

Today I watched a video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bN0WCTFw7L4&noredirect=1 its by an artist named Yiruma...and the music is soft and nice...sort of a music that can actually make you retrospect your thoughts... a music that can make you feel a void.... that's what I felt..

Six years may be seven now...Its really difficult to know you shall never ever ever come back...when I close my eyes I think of you..sometimes tvideo to remind me of the precious jewel I have...

I dont' think people reading this too will ever forget the value of the in-comparable jewel either!!

he images are hazy..its like you were never there...like you will never be there as my life moves from one threshold to another...nor shall we ever sing do..re ..me like madness..and laugh like a madman with a mad child..nor shall we go on the rickshaws singing Christmas carols at the pitch of our voices, on Christmas eve through free school street...nor shall you ever say hop..two three four in and effort to make me walk faster when my legs ache..and nor shall you stand back as I put my new dress on...But that's life..life and its so strange.. unpredictable vagaries.. sometimes I just cannot recall the times we spent together..and this video..this stupid video...is so sad..yet its so beautiful..that I am glad shes here..and I hope to be with her through her best and worst..I guess I didn't need this

Thoughts and Memories

I sat on a bus..

My route to a place unknown!

the sweltereing heat....

Abead of sweat adorned my brow

The driver cussed!

The child cried

An old man coughed,

A woman's trinket jangled

A meaningless murmur...

I look outside

The sun glares back

The sky was naked ...

Not a single cloud to clothe it!!

The peddler pushed flies off his pineapples

An auto-man bumped into the car driver

the spat and hissed 

Pedstrian scampered across the road

Little scraps of paper and trash:

kissed and danced on the road,

the only happy things around

I felt void...

void of Thoughts..

I just stared...!!

Life can be easily encapsulated by the aid of memories...that is why we have memoirs..autobiographies...biographies...strange what memories can do...cry with the happiness..or laugh till you feel your lungs will burst..or cry and cry so hard that you are all alone on a mountain top or on the top of a building and there is no one to hear you...!...or..make you feel pensive..or childlike...or vulnerable and sweet....memories and their vagaries!!

life is so beautiful when you sit down with your friends..those that have grown up with you or those that you met you as your moved up in life....and you chat...and jabber about days bygone..or when you turn in to a restrospecting recluse...

But what if you compartmentalise your memories..you just think about times if you were really a part of incidents that you may have lived..what if you are reminded you have been a part of times by friends..and people who have been and are a part of you life..!

strange thoughts...peculiar too...