Sunday, November 30, 2008
wen i dunno wot to post...i go nuts
i've been very lazy lately.... i've not been writing anything worth posting.... but i hate my blog to look so dormant....so i thought i could write a letter to my blog.....
here goes......
Dear bloggie........
i'm really sorry for not having met u all these days... due to many unconspicous situations... i've not been able to wield on u...... but i did miss u a bunch...... n i'm sure u missed me too... but i'm really working on my mind to convince it to write sumthing that could ornament u...... well... i've just made u all pink... hope u like it..anyways u ought to like it as u know how i'm crazy abt it....
well... u'll have to wait for only a few more days.... i promise to load u wid my drivels.....
take care till then....
labshu.........
mishu.....
tada....
here goes......
Dear bloggie........
i'm really sorry for not having met u all these days... due to many unconspicous situations... i've not been able to wield on u...... but i did miss u a bunch...... n i'm sure u missed me too... but i'm really working on my mind to convince it to write sumthing that could ornament u...... well... i've just made u all pink... hope u like it..anyways u ought to like it as u know how i'm crazy abt it....
well... u'll have to wait for only a few more days.... i promise to load u wid my drivels.....
take care till then....
labshu.........
mishu.....
tada....
Friday, March 14, 2008
A LOVABLE DILEMMA.......
A LOVABLE DILEMMA.......(an unanswered mystery)
there isn't a reason why....
under this wide blue sky.....
what made us chat for hours?
what made it so cozy to keep hearing your voice....
why am i all 'lolz' when i hear you speak?
why do i feel 'comfy' when your possessiveness peeks
when its abt others i speak?
why do i smile unconsiously smile
when i think of the way you wooed
why do i yearn to spend moments with you...
and cherish them for a life time...
why do i look away from your pic,
when seeing it a million times wudn't make me sick?
why do i display fake anger,
when i find u mischievous?
why do u occupy every corner of my heart?
when i know my heart beats for me...
though lightly because it contains thee....
The 3 Male PAssengers
In my life for a train journey...
T met mensomany..
Men with vaults of money,
Men with hearts like honey.
They were those three, who caughtmy eye...
But no, they weren't my blood..
All of them , met on the strangers lane...
their relationship seemed no danger...
One knocked at my lovelorn heart,
Helped me open it up,
and filled himself into its softest corners.
But alas .. corrosive was its volatility....
The other turned synonymous to siblings...
Nestled me with affection andprotection...
But alas ,he flew away with hisbirdbeloved.
Yet another promised me platonic pleasure...
That never pricked my soul....
A harmless philanderer...
He appeared in a haze...
His nearness yet farness...
set my relationship ablaze...
His disappearence never a disappointment..
Men you shall not depart with me...
when even my own flesh wouldn't.............
T met mensomany..
Men with vaults of money,
Men with hearts like honey.
They were those three, who caughtmy eye...
But no, they weren't my blood..
All of them , met on the strangers lane...
their relationship seemed no danger...
One knocked at my lovelorn heart,
Helped me open it up,
and filled himself into its softest corners.
But alas .. corrosive was its volatility....
The other turned synonymous to siblings...
Nestled me with affection andprotection...
But alas ,he flew away with hisbirdbeloved.
Yet another promised me platonic pleasure...
That never pricked my soul....
A harmless philanderer...
He appeared in a haze...
His nearness yet farness...
set my relationship ablaze...
His disappearence never a disappointment..
Men you shall not depart with me...
when even my own flesh wouldn't.............
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Milez-My nostalgia
Miles away from my first home,
my mother's womb....
Miles away from my first nest,
my father's cuddling arms....
Miles away from my first love,
my sibling's angelic pranks....
Miles away from my first perch,
my serene locality..
Miles away from the cliffhanger,
my vivacious school life...
Miles away from my first sidekicks,
my childhood chums....
Miles away from the ineffable luxuries,
I left behind at bitter 16....
my mother's womb....
Miles away from my first nest,
my father's cuddling arms....
Miles away from my first love,
my sibling's angelic pranks....
Miles away from my first perch,
my serene locality..
Miles away from the cliffhanger,
my vivacious school life...
Miles away from my first sidekicks,
my childhood chums....
Miles away from the ineffable luxuries,
I left behind at bitter 16....
An Epilogue to Encumberance
Within the rotundity of earth,
Away from the mundane misanthropy,
Lies the elixir of altruism,
The eternal enzyme of philanthropy.
Off the unvarnished vulgarity,
Adrift the vitriolic diatribes,
And the venomous vendettas,
Lay the protege of peace,
The land of literati,
Where not the malicious but,
The benevolent survive,
Whose dexterity lies not,
in the malevolance or insolence,
But in compassion and munificence,
and here is where shall a man
Perceive paradise before rigor mortis......
Away from the mundane misanthropy,
Lies the elixir of altruism,
The eternal enzyme of philanthropy.
Off the unvarnished vulgarity,
Adrift the vitriolic diatribes,
And the venomous vendettas,
Lay the protege of peace,
The land of literati,
Where not the malicious but,
The benevolent survive,
Whose dexterity lies not,
in the malevolance or insolence,
But in compassion and munificence,
and here is where shall a man
Perceive paradise before rigor mortis......
The irony of death !!!!!!
When its time to go,
to part your soul,
to explore the life beyond,
you may skip a beat,
you may slip a stair.
Pushed to a state of utter despair,
when failure becomes your
tumbling stone of frustration
When abondonment is all that
You remember that happened to you.
when happy times seem all bygone
When dying seems easier than living.
When a cup of poison is sweeter
than a pint of treason.
When the question becomes to live or to die!!!
to part your soul,
to explore the life beyond,
you may skip a beat,
you may slip a stair.
Pushed to a state of utter despair,
when failure becomes your
tumbling stone of frustration
When abondonment is all that
You remember that happened to you.
when happy times seem all bygone
When dying seems easier than living.
When a cup of poison is sweeter
than a pint of treason.
When the question becomes to live or to die!!!
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