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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
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
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, April 4, 2010
An Ocean Between Us
There is quiet on the shores of heaven,
Broken by the crashing waves.
A soundless wind from mountain blows,
Over a darkened flowery vale.
Desolate winter envelopes the land,
And cries the land for water.
Parched has been the drying earth,
In the madness of winter's slaughter.
But spring then blooms in tender twigs,
And the sun across the zodiac dances.
Spring has come to set us free,
From the winter's threatening lances.
But August comes with Autumn gray,
Whom the forest welcomes in pain.
The last leaves while dying saw,
The threatening black clouds of rain.
There is an ocean between us,
And a storm mars the horizon bleak.
Oblivious rain from a sky of rust falls,
The wind whispers to the creek.
I cannot fight this Ocean of Hate,
The Divine Light hidden beyond a Forest of trees.
The dark Sun shadows the Ocean Land,
And hope dies in a moment of peace.
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