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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


Sunday, December 27, 2009

Evening Light Is Failing

Time is standing still, Finally still for me. As I see the water fall silent, My gentle wind is free. Shattered glass of myriad memories, Fall unto the green water. And the river shines a red glow, As the flickering shadows grow longer. Its time for you to set, My Divine Light, Long have you shined at heights. Long have you warred the mighty rain clouds, Against dark nights with dying lights. For once the horizon is not black, The oceans are quiet as a still morning calm. The winds are retreating into the mountains white, And no rain clouds threaten the winter lark. When the last wave on ocean shores broke, The sun died into the welcoming night. The water was still as the winter snow, As the light disappeared beyond their sights. Sleep my Sun, sleep forever, Rest your light for the morning after. For you may yet rise again, Like a phoenix burning in an orange light. But then the morning never came, And with it never came the sunlight. This sunset was final it seems, For the morning never met the horizon bright. This will be my last poem I guess. I'm quitting.

5 comments:

  1. And why?

    Although, a lovely one to leave with. Can I just steal it and say I think I'm done too? Hah

    Lovely work though, marvelous really.

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  2. why? i think the reason has always been right in front of your eyes :p

    and don't worry, i'm living. and maybe one day i'll come out of this rut. once i get some inspiration i guess. but not very likely.

    thanks for the appreciation though. and rachel, don't count me out ever.

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  3. For the first time your title didnt tell me who you are and brought me mystery till i read your words..and you claim to be in a rut and its time for you to leave?
    Well then i guess i shall refrain from commenting on this one as much as im dying to. I'l wait till you get back And i shall comment then. And that is a promise.

    Be back soon. Please.
    ~ Love.

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  4. This is perhaps the most powerful poem i have ever read from you. Or atleast so it seems. It compells you to move work think..and fight.
    Lovedit.

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