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| Saturday, November 15, 2008 |
| Adieu-Once Again |
Don't look back in anger,
Don't look back in hope,
Don't look back in fear,
Don't look back in angst.
The time has come,
to take the step forward,
My dear...
The time has come
to bid adieu...once again.
Pocketful of memories,
bunch of laughter,
that’s all I have to give.
When the time has come
to bid adieu...once again.
I say
A beautiful beginning
is awaiting...
A new adventure
to take upon...
So as I say these,
the time has come
to bid adieu...once again.Labels: adieu, fear, good bye, hope, laughter, memories, pain, time |
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| Friday, October 05, 2007 |
| Those Corporate Monkeys |
Am I the only one
or are there others
sharing the angst
against those monkeys
Those Corporate Monkeys!
Anger, hatred, grief,
are
filling up the senses.
I hate!
I pity!
their mere existence...
They are the Scaramouche'
They are the corporate monkeys!
The passion is gone
The attachment is gone
The satisfaction is gone
Who is to be blamed
Is it us???
or those monkeys???
Those Corporate Monkeys! |
| posted by sui generis @ 12:53 PM |
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| Friday, July 13, 2007 |
| Cast Away |
As I sit, my thoughts
carry to me to a place
Then comes before me
a rough sketch,
a human face.
Someone well-known
I see a gloominess;
a radiance is seen
that shines up the face;
I recognise,
its you and only you.
Why it happens to one?
All is past now
You are not here,
but your memories are with me
Like a treasure,
I care it.
All those moments,
we shared
Is for me an epical movie.
Crave to be with you
Your smile, your speech,
brightens up my life.
Day came you asked
Is it me or my life?
I said my life
Like clouds you went away...
But my dear
Were not you my life?
All the promise made
lie like a colossal wreck.
Like a broken glass on floor
that pierces the soul.
Echoes heard as in valley
Listen, Listen, Listen.
The pangs of suffering,
cries of the heart,
pierces the ear drums.
The sound as the sounds of
thousand howling hyenas.
Tearing the silence
of solitude.
With the fury of hurricane
comes upon life;
Showering its fury
with all its might.
Leaving everything shattered...
All that is left
is a lifeless soul. |
| posted by sui generis @ 3:16 PM |
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| Thursday, April 26, 2007 |
| A Girl I Met |
A girl I met
With a twinkle in her eye.
A girl who
Craved for freedom.
As I see her
I feel thousand
Fables as if untold.
A search has begun.
Mind is not at peace
Questions to be answered.
A lot to talk
But no one around.
A queer girl
With a great smile
That pleases me as I see her.
Borders to be crossed
Lands to be conquered.
A solitary girl
With a quest to begin.
Life is tough
But not harsh.
All with a smile
You can win.
Too close but too far
That’s what I feel
Lot to say
But voices unheard.
But I thank you god
For such a lovely gift.
A girl I met
With a twinkle in her eye.
Note: From my old books... |
| posted by sui generis @ 1:20 PM |
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| Friday, March 23, 2007 |
| Bidding Adieu |
No more reasons
No more arguments
No more requests
The time has come
to bid adieu
No strings attached
No feelings left
No guilt associated
The time has come
to bid adieu
Tearing apart
Piercing the moment
the truth is on the face
The time has come
to bid adieu
Like a free bird
chasing the dream
leaving behind a legacy
The time has come
to bid adieu |
| posted by sui generis @ 6:28 PM |
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| Wandering Soul |
At the crossroads of life
with thoughts in my mind
i wander....i wander
Questions linger
Voices as if heard from vacuum
Hollow and shallow
and i wander .....i wander
In the distant
there i see you
Fading into eternity
and i wander...i wander
With memories in mind
cherishing every moment
recharging my sap
and i wander.....i wander
The touch of your hand,
gives me solace
the warmth calms me down
still i wander.....i wander
Truth at times
stranger than fiction.
strikes the blow
so hard so hard
Still i wander .... i wander
in my quest
to find the stairway to heaven. |
| posted by sui generis @ 6:27 PM |
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| Question??? |
Memories and moments
wish could be relived
Alas! its just a wish
Clinging to it
i lead my life ahead
Alas! we are mere mortals
As i see you
erupts a unique ardor in me
tenders into me a renewed zest
Why is it so?
Questions...Contemplation...Retrospection
leaves me clueless and wondering
Is this the beginning of new epoch
or is it the gable end
And i question....
Confessions to make
confidence to be gained
And still i question
The touch
The feel
The warmth
And still i question
Alas! Reality has its own say
Fate has something else in store
And still i question
The scramble
The wrangle
Mind and heart yet to sync
To end this eternal quest |
| posted by sui generis @ 6:24 PM |
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| Thursday, March 02, 2006 |
| Survival |
Aspire for the star
you will get up to sky.
Zest to survive
is key to success.
In this golden cage,
feel like a bird
tied with shackles.
Bondages are to be broken...
Every lock has its own key.
But you are the one,
who has to find it.
Life is beautiful.
Its taste depends
on how you savour it.
Never say die
as it is a wild world outside.
Rise my soul
Rise my soul
Conquest to make;
The destination is ahead.
You are the key
Master of your life
life is indeed wonderful... |
| posted by sui generis @ 7:05 PM |
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| This World |
At the crossroads
of life,
I feel the presence
of a coming hurricane
I feel the chill
running through the spine.
Bit by bit
narrowing the gap.
It is haunting me...
No past, no present
and no future!
What a life is this?
All that will be left
is chaos and sadness.
Oh! God help us.
Oh! God help us.
Give the power to survive... |
| posted by sui generis @ 5:20 PM |
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| Thursday, September 22, 2005 |
| Spring |
Deep in heart
rises a spring,
flows down the soul
the spring of love.
Blooms out the flowers
comes out the creepers
with golden curls
Air full of fragrance
makes one happy and gay
The water which
purifies the soul.
An aesthetic pleasure,
gives a feeling of joy.
Heart that leaps
knew no bounds,
and in a world;
No miseries, no worries
only the light of happiness.
Comes into vision
a image,
disturbs the sleep;
changes the whole
course of life.
Admiration for life,
longing to live,
charges the soul,
such is the power of love
The source of energy;
The imaginatin of poet;
The art of actor;
The care of mother nature.
A perfect world
on the seventh heaven.
a beautiful garden
nourished by this spring.
Deep in heart
rises a spring,
flows down to soul
the spring of love. |
| posted by sui generis @ 9:08 PM |
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| Life and Love |
From the mind
from the heart, comes out the
words that weep, tears that speak.
Can feel the pain,
me think, why is this pain?
Suffer soul suffer;
suffering leads to atonement.
A single goal
the final destination
The supreme power
the source of life
The creator, the destroyer,
the one.
Up in the sky
there is a guiding star,
leading the wandering soul.
Giving solace and pacification
to the untamed heart.
In to a new world
takes one on the
wings of imagination.
From the mind,
from the heart,
comes out the
words that weep,
tears that speak. |
| posted by sui generis @ 9:02 PM |
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