The stolen moments

Looking through a colorful haze,
beyond the world of nights and days,
Lost in the words of a silent song
how I wish for this reverie to prolong

I close my eyes, let imagination brew
walking down this lone avenue,
Truths held off, and words deferred,
axioms erased and memories blurred

Forlorn I stand, numb in this mist
where the mind is closed and fallacies exist
A prosaic life, never made sublime
while I steal these moments from time.

:)

Was not Aeneas’ love truly deep?
But Dido was left on the shores to weep.
Romeo and Juliet did God Bless,
but their love too was not a success.

Is it lover’s luck or some strange coincidence?
All these stories failed, even with love immense
Left behind are wounds that never healed,
A loved yarn with agonies concealed.

It’s hard to guess what true love gives
And for evidence only such a story lives.
But two things for sure that lovers gain,
--a broken heart and a life long pain.

why are all men dogs?? :P

its actually an incomplete piece...coz my inspiration left before i could complete....still it speaks most of the sentiments... :)

There’s so much on earth i cant define,
Likely to b just decisions divine.
Why did he think to try something new
When the world could do with ppl few??

He thought of a masterpiece but still moved on
To design a treacherer, a master of con
And whoa! They arrived on earth
In the form of Adam, took the first one birth.

Since then, ages hav passed,
And till date they continue with tactics vast.
To win someway the most honoured prize
To find admiration in some worthy eyes.

It surprises me how they never fail to try
To show their understanding, fake laughter or cry
A moment ago, all strong and manly,
Then for another one, so different suddenly..

13.01.08

Behind my back, tied tight
the wings of ecstasy, forbidden for flight
I look around, he must be near
the cause of this plight, this state, this fear.

That constant presence of another being
the knowledge, all the time, of being seen
I don't know where to put the blame,
when I see myself beaten in my own game.

Someone's there, who could see through me
play by my rules, yet find the pass-key,
I wonder about this present company
my own reflection, this unknown enemy.

No matter what I plan next
someone's there, who knows me best.
I struggle here, all tied down
not let my being turned a pawn.

But the truth that I try to evade
and let this knowledge in my memory fade,
I don't have to look around to see,
this unknown enemy lies within me.

Confession

so...here it is.....after much undesired deliberation....'my first blog'

i cant imagine the most appropriate way to begin this other than a simple confession of the humble being that i had been in the past........the present and future shall proceed henceforth...

High principles, owners pride
Lost in darkness, no one to guide
The stillness creeps to mesmerize
And silence leadens all the sighs

A tear trickles, another breath gone
Beats again, in a body pawn
Where happy thoughts never knew bourne
is now a funeral of the heart forlorn
For honest thoughts never begetted trust
nor were accepted decisions just
depressing it was to see values fail
But couldn't let go, they followed the trail
Had to be removed, they made me cry
Made me seek the reasons why

It's silent again in that stillness deep
Another tear trickles, I try not to weep
For in that darkness I could see
my conscience stabbed to death by me.