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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.
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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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5 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. RainchildOctober 5, 2009 at 11:03 AM

    what is norns?

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  4. 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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  5. 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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