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Say a few words. ~ Rachel

A search for happiness is nothing but finding a home in a hearts of few so safe..that you cant help but keep trying to stay in. Hope yall still want in.
~Shraddha

In a while,looking at a few old words you wrote once,
some being those, which makes you wonder how you wrote it,
unless you got that ardour , that small drug you were addicted with,that small shelter, that old family. Makes you silent.

In a while, now writing a few words. And that exhilation to share it,ain't the same. And you think about the old time.
Makes you silent again.
~ Manisha.

One day when I get superpowers (ahem), I'd ask you to hold my hands and I would make you see what I see. Feel, How I feel. I would want to have you look at the world, the stars, the moon, the ocean, the way I see them. And in that maelstrom of visions I would get to see the world in your image. Experience this sanctum through your eyes. And then when I write, that would be my greatest work ever. Because It would have been written by all of us and none of us. But I don't have superpowers, so lets make this place, the sanctum in my dream.
~Sharad


Friday, July 24, 2009

The Revelation Mist

Trees scarred by lightning
Weep with the drops of rain
In the forest of shadows
The advent of a frosty winter
Enflamed messages folded
Under the sky of magenta
The scar beneath the skin
Now in a dreamy dominion
Pass the preserved milestones
He rides to break the stigma
When night falls short
Of reaching almost there
Waltzing through the void
Sings the breathless wind
The body inscribed in frost
While the soul travels beyond
~Ashwin
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7 comments:

  1. RachelJuly 24, 2009 at 2:44 PM

    The beginning was the ride, in colours and swift

    The end was looking back in distance and that feeling you get.

    To me. You always say it's up to each person for interpretation. I know.
    I like to share.

    This was very nice

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  2. AnonymousJuly 24, 2009 at 3:19 PM

    Thank you Rachel. :)

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  3. RainchildJuly 25, 2009 at 10:12 AM

    It was cold and blue.

    Loved the picture.

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  4. AnonymousJuly 25, 2009 at 7:00 PM

    Magenta in parts. :]

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  5. The Wandering Philosopher.July 25, 2009 at 11:03 PM

    When night falls short
    Of reaching almost there
    Waltzing through the void
    Sings the breathless wind


    these lines say so much! Very flowy work. Excellent.!

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  6. FareedJuly 26, 2009 at 3:30 AM

    Drenched melancholic augury presented in flavorsome manner. Much appreciated.

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  7. AnonymousAugust 2, 2009 at 9:07 PM

    Thank you Wandering and Fareed. :)

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