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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, 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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  1. RachelApril 5, 2010 at 2:53 PM

    I'm...surprised to see this from you. Different than perhaps I'd ever imagined your imagination...Does that sound odd?
    Still, it was very nice...and had such an emotion that came through, especially at the end.

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  2. RainchildMay 4, 2010 at 2:51 AM

    I like how most of the time..your choice of words are the same..your choice of scenarios are the same..and yet you have the ability to twist each poem around your finger and give it new meaning..i agree with rachel this was different from you..but it was beautiful.
    Loved it. Special credits to the end

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  3. Street - WalkerJune 10, 2010 at 2:06 AM

    Parched has been the drying earth,
    In the madness of winter's slaughter.

    And omg all the lines i wish to pick. :P

    how do you do this? descriptions are so beautiful. loved each of them, the words, the tones. the emotions as rach said , wonderful.

    so so beautiful.
    I cant find a word other than beautiful.
    It kinda was like a new sun.

    I cannot fight this Ocean of Hate..


    i remember last one i read from you
    was portraying in what frame you were.

    something that went like..
    then the morning never came,
    And with it never came the sunlight.

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  4. The Wandering Philosopher.August 20, 2010 at 11:52 PM

    I love you guys. Thanks Rach...And Shraddha...you're great as ever with the comment. Manisha you don't need me to tell you I love your reaction and review always :D

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