"It came to me on an evening's dawn,
but now, it's taking form.
you'll get to see a piece of me growing,
being born..."
lost to a sunlit haze,
bleeding breath, ohh glory blaze...
like the brighter red,
were pit against a burning black,
king of the cards,
still just part of the stack...
fleeting glee, a screaming wind,
regardless, what might have been...
Ohh how she glows,
the scarred moon in that sky...
giving even the night in itself,
a reason, come alive...
to the floor, a house of cards,
a plea for peace to a raging war...
like on a worn piece of hope,
were a letter written to the god,
torn to shreds, yet hanging on,
the will of a man burnt, but reborn...
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
the "in between"
you paint me in your shades,
of yellow and green,
but, in the grey,
between the black and white,
is where i've always been...
I'm not what you've known,
or what you think you've seen,
I'm just the dark shade of grey,
the in between...
the colours were your imagination,
never a part of my scene,
I'm just me, you see,
just what I've always been,
the dark shade of grey,
the in between...
of yellow and green,
but, in the grey,
between the black and white,
is where i've always been...
I'm not what you've known,
or what you think you've seen,
I'm just the dark shade of grey,
the in between...
the colours were your imagination,
never a part of my scene,
I'm just me, you see,
just what I've always been,
the dark shade of grey,
the in between...
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
through my eyes...
to my dear dear Hani,
in awe I had stood,
when I had first encountered her beauty…
with delicate strokes and vibrant colours,
she had been brought to life…
her beauty had been chiseled with such tender love,
that it had made the Mona Lisa smile…
to the canvas on which she was born,
she had never failed to show love and grace…
and the wall that bore her with pride,
she had forever held in a loyal and loving embrace…
meaning and depth she had added,
to the strong wall that she had adorned…
radiating happiness and peace,
in every ray of light,
to every soul that the light had found…
to the eyes red with tears,
she had given relief from the tiring despair…
and with eyes open to a different truth,
she had shared a vision that was unseen and rare…
she had shown wisdom to the seeking eyes,
of belief and faith, and the strength to bear…
yet, humble she had always been,
of her greatness, keeping herself unaware…
in awe I still stand,
cause every day as I see her,
I still see in her, a different shade emerge…
in awe I had stood,
when I had first encountered her beauty…
with delicate strokes and vibrant colours,
she had been brought to life…
her beauty had been chiseled with such tender love,
that it had made the Mona Lisa smile…
to the canvas on which she was born,
she had never failed to show love and grace…
and the wall that bore her with pride,
she had forever held in a loyal and loving embrace…
meaning and depth she had added,
to the strong wall that she had adorned…
radiating happiness and peace,
in every ray of light,
to every soul that the light had found…
to the eyes red with tears,
she had given relief from the tiring despair…
and with eyes open to a different truth,
she had shared a vision that was unseen and rare…
she had shown wisdom to the seeking eyes,
of belief and faith, and the strength to bear…
yet, humble she had always been,
of her greatness, keeping herself unaware…
in awe I still stand,
cause every day as I see her,
I still see in her, a different shade emerge…
Saturday, April 18, 2009
of peaches and apples...
she’d broken into his garden,
broken in and lived there for ever long…
living off peaches and apples,
peaches and apples from his garden…
he was the caretaker for that garden,
looking after the garden had been his job,
wandering through the compound,
getting rid of the things that didn’t belong…
he’d caught glimpses of her off and on,
glimpses that somehow, had brought to him a smile,
a smile so intoxicating that he couldn’t rid her,
rid her from his garden, do what he’d been assigned…
fond of her close yet so distant company,
he chose to let her be for the while,
deciding to let the time pass as it would,
postponing his duties, as long as he could…
unaware of the unfortunate truth,
she believed that it was for her that he cared,
slowly growing fond of his presence,
she looked at him, as her savior in despair…
she didn’t look for any other place to go,
the truth about him she hadn’t known,
but then it had all, as slated, taken a twist,
when the owner to check, had made his trip…
the owner of this garden, of peaches and apples,
fired the caretaker, and questioned his decision,
asking him for the truth and an explanation…
it was simple, the caretaker admitted his fault,
and promised to fix what had gone wrong…
peeking from behind a tree, she had heard them talk,
and as she realized the truth, she barely eluded a fall.
there she was left, with her fate quite clear,
she had to leave the garden, go farther than near…
leaving the garden wasn’t really a problem,
to her the peaches and apples weren’t so dear…
she could find somewhere to be,
she could easily figure somewhere to go…
but then, she is the only one who knows,
she’d fallen prey to the cupid’s arrow,
the arrow that had taken her, but left him alone…
broken in and lived there for ever long…
living off peaches and apples,
peaches and apples from his garden…
he was the caretaker for that garden,
looking after the garden had been his job,
wandering through the compound,
getting rid of the things that didn’t belong…
he’d caught glimpses of her off and on,
glimpses that somehow, had brought to him a smile,
a smile so intoxicating that he couldn’t rid her,
rid her from his garden, do what he’d been assigned…
fond of her close yet so distant company,
he chose to let her be for the while,
deciding to let the time pass as it would,
postponing his duties, as long as he could…
unaware of the unfortunate truth,
she believed that it was for her that he cared,
slowly growing fond of his presence,
she looked at him, as her savior in despair…
she didn’t look for any other place to go,
the truth about him she hadn’t known,
but then it had all, as slated, taken a twist,
when the owner to check, had made his trip…
the owner of this garden, of peaches and apples,
fired the caretaker, and questioned his decision,
asking him for the truth and an explanation…
it was simple, the caretaker admitted his fault,
and promised to fix what had gone wrong…
peeking from behind a tree, she had heard them talk,
and as she realized the truth, she barely eluded a fall.
there she was left, with her fate quite clear,
she had to leave the garden, go farther than near…
leaving the garden wasn’t really a problem,
to her the peaches and apples weren’t so dear…
she could find somewhere to be,
she could easily figure somewhere to go…
but then, she is the only one who knows,
she’d fallen prey to the cupid’s arrow,
the arrow that had taken her, but left him alone…
Thursday, April 16, 2009
a letter to her...
when the soles of these feet are worn,
and my rainbow still seems far away,
could you hold me in your arms,
and tell me I’m strong, be my strength?
if my heart’s running from this world,
and my feet have forgotten the way,
could you hold my hand to never let go,
and bring me back, show me where’s home?
should I lose my mind, forget how to trust,
and break your heart to cause you hurt,
could you pardon me the sentence of hate,
still believe in our love and remind me the same?
when my time comes, the reaper’s call,
and my body surrenders it’s last breath,
could you save me a little space in your garden,
where, in peace my soul could forever rest?
I used to wonder if I could live without you,
when the only music to my soul is the sound of your voice,
but now I’m sure I can’t live without you,
cause it is only to the rhythm of your loving heart,
that my feet have know to dance…
and my rainbow still seems far away,
could you hold me in your arms,
and tell me I’m strong, be my strength?
if my heart’s running from this world,
and my feet have forgotten the way,
could you hold my hand to never let go,
and bring me back, show me where’s home?
should I lose my mind, forget how to trust,
and break your heart to cause you hurt,
could you pardon me the sentence of hate,
still believe in our love and remind me the same?
when my time comes, the reaper’s call,
and my body surrenders it’s last breath,
could you save me a little space in your garden,
where, in peace my soul could forever rest?
I used to wonder if I could live without you,
when the only music to my soul is the sound of your voice,
but now I’m sure I can’t live without you,
cause it is only to the rhythm of your loving heart,
that my feet have know to dance…
Friday, March 13, 2009
i believe.
i believe,
in the supreme being above,
even when i can't see him with eyes blinded by his light.
in the happiness of love,
even when i'm left lonely, with a broken heart.
i believe,
in compassion and humanity,
even as man brutally kills and guiltless lies.
in the heaven above,
even when the flames of hell burn in his devils eyes.
i believe,
in the glory of victory,
even when i suffer the loss of helpless defeat.
in the flawlessness of the truth,
even if i'm surrounded by deceit and untrue lies.
i believe,
in the dawn of tomorrow,
even if the darkness of the night drowns the light.
in the beauty of life,
even when the ugly face of death wrecks fear in my heart.
i believe,
in miracles,
even if science explains my confusion,
cause i believe,
the fabric of reality is woven,
with nothing but the threads of an illusion.
the jinx.
P.S. Hani,
love you for making this poem better.
in the supreme being above,
even when i can't see him with eyes blinded by his light.
in the happiness of love,
even when i'm left lonely, with a broken heart.
i believe,
in compassion and humanity,
even as man brutally kills and guiltless lies.
in the heaven above,
even when the flames of hell burn in his devils eyes.
i believe,
in the glory of victory,
even when i suffer the loss of helpless defeat.
in the flawlessness of the truth,
even if i'm surrounded by deceit and untrue lies.
i believe,
in the dawn of tomorrow,
even if the darkness of the night drowns the light.
in the beauty of life,
even when the ugly face of death wrecks fear in my heart.
i believe,
in miracles,
even if science explains my confusion,
cause i believe,
the fabric of reality is woven,
with nothing but the threads of an illusion.
the jinx.
P.S. Hani,
love you for making this poem better.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Bumpeeeeee!!!!!!!!!
No, I’m not calling out to my dog! And no, neither am I calling out to my guinea pig. Before you start imagining what else I’m talking about here, let me tell you, I’m talking about one of my best friends. Should your imagination run wild again, calm down and relax. He’s a pure-bred human. Acts like an animal sometimes, but don’t let that mislead you. He’s definitely human!
Okay fine, enough of taking his case. I’m sure he’s cursing me now, but I also am sure that he’ll be on his way here to save me, if I call saying, “I’m in trouble.” God bless you dude!
To say the least, he’s one of the best people I’ve ever met. He totally rocks man! he’s so patient, that he’ll sit before his computer for days, waiting for it to read his mind, and do what he want it to, before he loses his patience and gets off his lazy bum to type the command instead. That’s him! Patiently lazy! Where do you find guys like those now!
When you first meet him, you’ll be thinking to yourself, “Nice guy man, he’s seems so sober and quiet.” But boy, are you in for a surprise or what! He might seem very quiet and sober, but that’s probably the worst judgment you’ll ever make of him! He’s mad enough to make a mental hospital full of about thirty thousand mad-men, look like the annual meeting of the Intellectual’s Art Society! Don’t be surprised if you find him talking about drifting on a road-roller, in the middle of a damn stadium! That’s like his biggest dream. Crazy is an understatement, if you’re using the word to describe him.
Ask him about his girlfriend, and he’ll tell you, “She’s Italian.” And by the time you’re done digesting the fact that such an ugly looking dude can get an Italian woman to go out with him, he’ll say, “and she weighs about 1.2 tonnes only!” Before you can even try to imagine what she looks like, he’ll say, “She’s the most beautiful lady he’s ever seen in his life!” I’m sure, by the time he has said this much, you are already considering the fact that this dude is mentally unstable. But don’t worry; he’s only slightly screwed in the head. He’ll soon be telling you that he’s talking about his “baby”, that is, his car! Don’t be scared if you sometimes see him planting a kiss on his car’s bonnet. It’s all an everyday thing for bumpy!
Well, one big warning! If you see him driving, don’t, under any circumstance drive behind him and honk like a mad man. He won’t do much. He’ll simply follow you till land’s end, and keep honking while on the way there! He’ll neither overtake you, nor let you speed away. He’ll just stay behind you, honking away to glory, with a smirk on his face that’ll scare even the damn devil!
With all that said, I can’t say that there is no more. There’s definitely a lot more to say. But I guess it’ll be too much information to digest at one go. But, there’ll be a continuation soon.
P.S.: Bumpy,
We love you!
you’re the best!
Okay fine, enough of taking his case. I’m sure he’s cursing me now, but I also am sure that he’ll be on his way here to save me, if I call saying, “I’m in trouble.” God bless you dude!
To say the least, he’s one of the best people I’ve ever met. He totally rocks man! he’s so patient, that he’ll sit before his computer for days, waiting for it to read his mind, and do what he want it to, before he loses his patience and gets off his lazy bum to type the command instead. That’s him! Patiently lazy! Where do you find guys like those now!
When you first meet him, you’ll be thinking to yourself, “Nice guy man, he’s seems so sober and quiet.” But boy, are you in for a surprise or what! He might seem very quiet and sober, but that’s probably the worst judgment you’ll ever make of him! He’s mad enough to make a mental hospital full of about thirty thousand mad-men, look like the annual meeting of the Intellectual’s Art Society! Don’t be surprised if you find him talking about drifting on a road-roller, in the middle of a damn stadium! That’s like his biggest dream. Crazy is an understatement, if you’re using the word to describe him.
Ask him about his girlfriend, and he’ll tell you, “She’s Italian.” And by the time you’re done digesting the fact that such an ugly looking dude can get an Italian woman to go out with him, he’ll say, “and she weighs about 1.2 tonnes only!” Before you can even try to imagine what she looks like, he’ll say, “She’s the most beautiful lady he’s ever seen in his life!” I’m sure, by the time he has said this much, you are already considering the fact that this dude is mentally unstable. But don’t worry; he’s only slightly screwed in the head. He’ll soon be telling you that he’s talking about his “baby”, that is, his car! Don’t be scared if you sometimes see him planting a kiss on his car’s bonnet. It’s all an everyday thing for bumpy!
Well, one big warning! If you see him driving, don’t, under any circumstance drive behind him and honk like a mad man. He won’t do much. He’ll simply follow you till land’s end, and keep honking while on the way there! He’ll neither overtake you, nor let you speed away. He’ll just stay behind you, honking away to glory, with a smirk on his face that’ll scare even the damn devil!
With all that said, I can’t say that there is no more. There’s definitely a lot more to say. But I guess it’ll be too much information to digest at one go. But, there’ll be a continuation soon.
P.S.: Bumpy,
We love you!
you’re the best!
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