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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


Monday, September 28, 2009

Binding Atropos

In the years gone by in silence
And the years yet to arrive
Cloaked in starkness of chaos
The mechanical movements
Of a rusted shade of the sun
For a few indoctrinated eyes
Frolicking in cosmic meadows
The threads woven by Norns
Sitting calmly, grinning slyly
Two souls gazing into vortex
Forged in fluidity of steel
Is better than a gold prison
Seeing spring approach on wings
In anticipation of one eternity
The orchestration of a pen's ire
Wrought in the subtlety of words
To be
One
To be
Omni
To be
The mediocrity of a mountain
Slowly eroded by drops of water
And the twitching hand of fate
Caught in the thread it wove
With a sense of utmost clarity
A scene in pulchritude unfolds
Paving way for iridescence
And the shards of flawed amber
Begetting a tint of kindness
Inevitably metamorphosing
In sight and form of divinity
To the pure, all is pure
The craven can't comprehend
Leaves plucked from trees
Spiralling into corruption while
A phoenix meanders high above
-
Ashwin
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7 comments:

  1. The Wandering Philosopher.September 29, 2009 at 10:19 PM

    I'll decipher it with a dictionary when I get time. There is so many words cave man me dozn't ondershtand.

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  2. FareedOctober 4, 2009 at 2:10 AM

    "The mediocrity of a mountain
    Slowly eroded by drops of water
    And the twitching hand of fate
    Caught in the thread it wove"

    Truly masterful work is mirrored in this stanza, in a pleasant poem. Job well done.

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  3. UnknownOctober 5, 2009 at 1:28 AM

    Thank you Fareed and Sharad. :)

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  4. RainchildOctober 5, 2009 at 11:03 AM

    what is norns?

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  5. RachelOctober 5, 2009 at 7:20 PM

    I LOVED

    The first stanza. It just flowed so smoothly and so pertily I felt like just sitting down to recite it.
    The rest was quite nice as well, longer then some of yours and that really gave a good full read. lovely. =D

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  6. FareedOctober 7, 2009 at 10:00 PM

    Norn - Mythical personification of destiny. Imagine a fading highlander blonde granting you a love-token in exchange for a kiss.

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  7. UnknownOctober 8, 2009 at 12:26 AM

    Shraddha, I agree with Fareed. Although the description of Norns is not clear in Norse mythology. In some texts, they are described as young blondes, while in others they are described as old hags. :x

    Rachel, thank you. It was quite long, I agree, but then it had to be long. I've written quite a bit, but I'm not getting the time to post it all. I will post it though.

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