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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


Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Reason Finds A Hole...

In shadows of her broken mind, like twists and turns, uneasy lines. looping circles, never cease to form, the holes of fate, invited storms. And she tries to change the paths foretold, to bend a future she cast in stone. And in crumbles and dirt it formed she finds, a sealed mouth, and a blinded mind. Who is it who made the world turn round? Made justice her love and left it unbound, and then when she faltered and chose to betray, had it coming asking for her price to pay. Is it mere complaints, and only practice being preach, is it truth held at gunpoint with lies to teach, will it matter if questions were answered or not, if digesting devoid reason aint a battle unfought? And the poison spun round in the brim of her lungs, Freedom, exploded in the air, suffocated and hung. She couldn't free her convictions, she couldnt bear to hold, to never meet the reaper, and sell her soul. The rain poured down her sullen cheeks, faith's fire dwindled and hope shined bleak. The grounds turned to mould, the rain held its child, she was dragged undisturbed, leaving footprints behind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Shraddha
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  1. RachelOctober 6, 2009 at 3:46 PM

    It was so pretty, and swung nicely ... y'know, like a swing. Just smooth...and then got higher and higher. (Okay ignore the weird metaphor, but it was like that).

    I only found one spot that the rhyming seemed forced, other then that it rang sweetly. This had a touch of innocence to me. It was sweet to see it was from yourself. =]

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  2. FareedOctober 7, 2009 at 9:39 PM

    "And she tries to change the paths foretold,
    to bend a future she cast in stone.
    And in crumbles and dirt it formed she finds,
    a sealed mouth, and a blinded mind."

    This mentioned above is the pick of the poem for me. However I could not help wonder, of late there seems a shared concord in your poems. Maybe its just me, and that too is without any complaint.

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  3. The Wandering Philosopher.October 8, 2009 at 11:33 PM

    Grips your throat like a piece of classical violin driven music in crescendo.

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  4. RainchildOctober 9, 2009 at 11:43 PM

    Thank you Rachel. And might i ask which line? There were one or two that didnt come with the flow :)

    Fareed The pick of the poem for me as well, and yes a shared concord is something i cannot deny..there is.its just..lately instead of drowning myself in a pool of thoughts..i concentrate....on concentrate :)

    Thank you

    Sharad I take that as one of the best compliments ever recieved. Thankyou.

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