tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75264812621701212862009-12-09T01:59:19.127+05:30An escape route to my soul...Preetilata【ツ】http://www.blogger.com/profile/09139256480968459892noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526481262170121286.post-88958713133927337902009-11-26T22:40:00.002+05:302009-11-26T22:43:59.418+05:30

Burning the heart and burning the soulTragedies befall when terror takes its toll.Tears stop rolling but humanity criesWhen marring the emotions; cruelty and hatred rise.Deep under the grave happiness lies asleepSeeing the wounds even the mountains weep.In the name of God one kills the other(With) those blood smeared hands then offers prayer.'We' the human beings are shameless enoughTo hide our

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Burning the heart and burning the soulTragedies befall when terror takes its toll.Tears stop rolling but humanity criesWhen marring the emotions; cruelty and hatred rise.Deep under the grave happiness lies asleepSeeing the wounds even the mountains weep.In the name of God one kills the other(With) those blood smeared hands then offers prayer.'We' the human beings are shameless enoughTo hide our

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In each blink, everything appears just the same. Is it same or it just appears to be so? Hollow. Empty. The world around me looks nothing more than that. I wonder! has the emptiness around has sucked me in or is it just the other way round? I touch the walls of my room and of my heart. Black soot smears my palm. Mirror. Is not it all broken? I can see the reflection very clearly. Which one is

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A Mocktail celestial, a chaotic upswing, Youth tumbles forth, hark! the season is Spring, waving past landmarks, of infinite fancy, to the Carols pleasant, of untamed lunacy. Waves of Discoveries go past, unknown erstwhile, The World's an Oyster -Ah! the Spirit puerile, Dreams are speck of dust, catch 'em young lest they fly, Dust and dreams and the Tides within- none can defy. Arise, the

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Lost in the woods of tranced milieuI search thou not o dear soulWandering amidst the parched streamThou seem to me a worn out stone,The songs thy lips once sang to meWere cherubic enough to soak me in,(Now)I find them nothing more than leavesDried enough to crumble in jiffy,Lost in the woods I lose myselfAgain and again with the wind insane,Far from thy and far from meThe yellow wild flowerSeems

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Not always at loggerheads we are, me and my pain. Sometimes we find peace in each others arms only.~**~

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Spreading the wings of Divine auraUbiquitously beckons uber beauty.Naval of the universe with fire unfurledRiver of life flows relentlessly.Indeterminate radiance brightens the WithinSparkling the soul as a Glorified Mystic.Ends the dark abyss, the Helios' Touch~***~P.S: My first ever acrostic poem is inspired from the beautiful picture of 'Sunrise' above, clicked by Sourish- the Day Dreamer at

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A call was heard from inside the womb. Wrapped in love, Entity arrives- Celebratious homecoming. Life marked in divine light.Doors of horizon- Welcomes the Birth. Love and Hope Ushers Joy!!! NONET: A nonet has nine lines. The first line has 9 syllables, the second line 8 syllables, the third line 7 syllables, etc... until line nine finishes with 1 syllable. It can be on any subject and

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TAGGED!!! For the first time. :) By Virtual Rambler.About Virtual Rambler....what should I say... it's just a couple of days that i know this rambler... n i just love the way he rambles about anything and evrything. He has tagged me to the "writing meme". thnx Rambler. I am honoured.Ramler has very low expectations on me about whthr I will do the tag or not. But here I go to keep his expectations

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At the end of the dayWhen the sky is all black,When the pin-drop-silenceEngulfs the earth,When the moon is all tired-up,And the stars don’t want toTwinkle any more.I close my eyes, and I see faces.Faces I have known, faces unknown.Faces I love, faces I don’t care about.Faces no longer in my life,Faces who are intrinsic parts of it.Faces whom I have never seen,Faces whom I will never meet

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Honey,Can you hear the colours of my life?Yes! They are audible.Listen to them once dear,Listen to them once.My blue is calling you.It’s full of sorrows.It wants to fall down as tears.So it wants youTo be near.Please be there honeyPlease be there.My angry soul is red.It has seen you on the bridgeWith that brunette.And please don’t tell meThat she is your friendAnd you were discussing onSomething

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एक साँस मेरी आज भी बाकी है जो मुझसे ना जाने क्या कुछ कह जाती है. मैं खो जाती हूँ उस नर्म चादर तले जहाँ एक आवाज़ आज भी गूँज जाती है. जो कोना मैने सजाया था उन यादों की तस्वीरों से वो आज भी लिपटी रहती है गिरे ओस की महक से. कितने मौसम बीत चुके है कितने सावन बरसे है. लम्हा लम्हा कितना ये दिलबरस बरस के तरसा है. महसूस किया है पल पल फिर भी कभी कभी उस कोने में- "कोई खोई परछाई जैसे मुझे आज भी छू जाती ही".

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"Till the day, we find the 8th color of the rainbow, we would, perhaps never know what eludes us."~~~***~~~

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One by one my silhouetted dreams refuse to open up their wings, when the cynical night paints me all dark in the shades of gory silence. In the stillness of quietude the wailing of my dreams are guffawed by each falling sand from the hands of eternity. The night refuses to pass until my heart turns to a place where I can holocaust all my dreams and wishes.No it does not hurt anymore and neither

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“I may not forgive myself ever. I am so ashamed of my behavior that I almost hate myself. I wonder how you could forgive me. May be because these things have never bothered you.”  I could not stop smiling. “These things may have bothered me. Perhaps that’s why I have forgiven you.”~***~What is 55 Fiction? It is a fiction story, with all the basic elements of a narrative (plot, characters,

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Hi!..its me..!!..drop…an unshed tear-drop..!!!Do you know me..???Well ..no ..u don’t know me.Oh..am so silly..I'm just an unshed tear -drop...So how are u gonna know me..!!!From a long-long time..I'm living in this big-black eyes of her.I do want to fall down..As my life is so short.It's already time for me to die.But am not able to do so.Do you know why..???Oh..again I forgot..How would you know

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"Hot waves of summerCan’t wilt the yellow flowerWhen the rain drizzles." ~***~Just when life seems to be unfair and God to be unjust, true friends jump in and make you believe that life is very beautiful. Instantly you realize that the God who has blessed you with such gem of friends, can never be unjust.The haiku I wrote today is not just a haiku. It is more than that. Technically it is only

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"Badal pe paon hain,Ya jhootha gaon hain,Ab to hain chal padi,Apni ye nao hain!!!"I am already flying. Even before my flight takes off, literally.. I am on cloud infinity and even beyond!As a part of my college trip, I will be flying past the seas, the mountains, and the vastness to Dubai in a day's time. Gosh! Since the day I graced my heart with this news, I wondered, 'is it for real, really!'

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" Once I bloomed, to be with you.Today I am an elapsed reminiscence.Day by day, I am fading away.Into the oblivionFar from youForever... Forever! "~***~i clicked these pics quite some time back. would love to read your "take" on the pics.thanks a lot for all your beautiful and interesting inferences on my previous poem.

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As I close my eyes, I feel you there-Wrapped in the blanket of darkness.A thousand light-years away from me I see you kissing the meteors.O you! how does it feel to be the kingOf all those sand and stones?How does it feel to tame the Dark,Planets- known and unknown?I stay here, with my buried desires Deep Inside my shackled heart. Sharing bed I feel insaneWith the corpses of my dreams.I flutter

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"Dandelion smilesA disoriented smileWith the kiss of spring."~~~***~~~Haiku is one of the most important forms of traditional Japanese poetry, where the poems are simple, small and not rhymed. It is nothing but a depiction of nature in its innumerable aspects.Few simple rules for writing in this form of poetry are:1. Three lines of verse consisting of five, seven, and five syllables.2. Each haiku

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"Graceful shines the sun, Spreading its rays all around- New saplings come out."~~~***~~~Haiku is one of the most important form of traditional Japanese poetry, where the poems are simple, small and not rhymed. It is nothing but a depiction of nature in its innumerable aspects.Few simple rules for writing in this form of poetry are:1. Three lines of verse consisting of five, seven, and five

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~Yams awarded me a ‘cute blogger’,And tagged me to write why I am cute,With my cute reasons, so here I go,Also in the way, i tag some of you.~1. Some close friends of mine call me Teddy.2. I feel like kissing my cheeks. :P3. Someday I want to beat a squirrel in 100 m race. ;)4. I believe that there is an eighth color to the rainbow and that's where i belong to.5. I fantasize my life somewhere

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My soul is one widespread canvas With shades and paeans of every color   Stories so different each color tells Memories and mysteries each veils and unveils. Entwined my life is with the strings of colors Splashes of happiness they spur and spur. Ensconced my soul is in the ocean of hues My heart tranced, melts in the lap of muse. Every word transpires to a lyric soulful When the

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My sweetest chookcha-jaanu-maanu-saaluSo much of love I have for youMore than the ocean and even moreMore than the sea shells ever on the shore.My golden haired fairy queen,My angel in her gracious sheen‘Beauty’ is YOU and so is your SOULThose hazel green eyes-reflect you pure.My gift of life, a soul sweetestA big bear hug and many kisses.To my soul sister and life’s harnessHappy Birthday Lenu,

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