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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


Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Killing Climaxes...

Slide into forbidden spaces, as tempting, as the apple to eve, through twisting alleys, hushes, screams, muffled yelps and cries, warm and frothing, locked in deep, thrust into its heart, and if you closed your eyes, you'd hear its blood, flowing, mixed with the wind, and its howls, so loud, so firm... rattling inside you, plunging in, swimming out, a million per second. Crushing you, like a mountain fell into you, then its gone, the world as you know it, the gods and their glory, they said you'l get closer, but only empty lies, like this place, the ball of smoke, that got lost inside you, instead of dissolving you, and its gone, the shackles, the pain, the joy, and you. And left standing at the edge of the ocean, looking over the tip of the world, You, Free to roam, Free to think, Free from having to obey, Free from knowing, how. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~ Shraddha

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12 comments:

  1. The Wandering Philosopher.August 5, 2009 at 11:08 AM

    you know there was once a memory inside me...

    there was something i wanted to exdpress in words and i couldn't. and it was the pinnacle of my chaos..in my mind..

    and i couldn't put words to it.

    and now .... YOU put it in words =\

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  2. The Wandering Philosopher.August 5, 2009 at 11:20 AM

    This feels like one of those all over the place works at first. then you see the coherence in chaos. And as an abstract piece, you can imagine this to be absolutely anything. And shraddha, can i hazard a guess as to what this means?

    To me this felt like falling into your own memories, the first stanza i mean. The process of falling into your own thoughts. And then finding nothing? Or maybe not finding what you were scrying for. (Scrying IS a word)

    Looking for answers? Some unanswered questions of existence?

    Because the oceans can only exist as far as the horizon isn't it? :)

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  3. RainchildAugust 5, 2009 at 11:32 AM

    Thankyou for all words said Sharad..

    Appreciate that people still take time to think and analyse whats written instead of a simple good..bad..keep posting

    Really

    And the last line of your second comment i will not steal for only one reason....

    i'd phrase it the otherway round

    cause i dont think either would end.

    : ]

    ~Love.

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  4. The Wandering Philosopher.August 5, 2009 at 11:35 AM

    Fuck you for modifying my lines :x

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  5. RainchildAugust 5, 2009 at 11:39 AM

    Yay

    I hope it results in one more poem : D

    Though i should start looking for variety.

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  6. RachelAugust 7, 2009 at 11:48 AM

    Different. It made me think of sex though =| ...not that that is a bad thing really. I like sex =P
    Lol.

    It was something different to read, honestly...I think I see more in some of your others, although this was still nice.

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  7. The Wandering Philosopher.August 8, 2009 at 5:16 AM

    Rachel you are just a child!! >_>

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  8. RachelAugust 8, 2009 at 3:21 PM

    HAH

    Yes, I know. A sweet innocent little child.
    Cough.

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  9. FareedAugust 8, 2009 at 7:25 PM

    Hmmmm While reading it, line by line, steadily I even felt like watching fluids being exchanged.

    Not sex, nay. Its a word too modest for delineation it offers.

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  10. RainchildAugust 8, 2009 at 11:11 PM

    Well Rachel when i was writing it..its all i thought of..i only delve into it much deeper..if you look at the title closely and twist it...its pretty obvious in the title that this is exactly what it means...its just when Sharad and another friend of mine drew so much else out of it...i was eager to see what more could be pulled out of this...it was nothing more than that really.


    And Fareed..I could'nt appreciate that comment more. :]

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  11. CyaNoirSeptember 6, 2009 at 11:29 PM

    so i read the title, and i think about sex.
    cuz sex with you, shraddha, would be deadly, hmm?? i suppose so. ;P
    haha

    but then i read on.
    and i feel otherwordly, in a way.
    like an apparition.
    out of body experience.
    then i think about dying and my soul moving away.
    why waste away in bittersweetness?
    -Ayesha

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  12. RainchildSeptember 16, 2009 at 9:08 AM

    Hahah :[ i hhope you mean deadly in a good way is all..

    thank you ayesha.

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