An old picture back ten years or so from now
A college picnic near the river called Mazhitar
It's amazing how things change in ten years
They say its a long time
It sure feels like
For the me staring back at me
Is not the same me now
Those eyes speak of definitions
Different from what I define life as now
It's a picture of people who stayed ten years back
And people who moved on to the now
I met this guy the other day
Who still talks of his college crush
The irony of the situation is
She may never even think of him now
Some love stay
Some love wait
Some love just fade away
If there was a measure of finding the best kind of love
Maybe it would be the one that waits
But thats not my story
My story
Is about a girl back then
different from the woman that is now
Maybe definitions are never perfect
Maybe the life I defined then
Was the best way life could ever be defined
For the definitions I have now are all smudged
Clouded behind ten years of dust...
Accumulated in being the me now.
Prashantee
Dt: 9.12.2009
Time: 12.07pm
About Me
- Prashantee
- like the lamp in the wind..strong yet delicate..determined yet flickery..calm yet disturbed...me yet not me...different facets...just a nomad on the road called life
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Strangers undefined
Thoughts flow out of my mind
Like notes strung on a guitar
Of she says
And he says
And they say
About life and love.
Where love floats like a thin film above our heads
And I try to define it
And I try to find answers
but its so above my head
Yet its there
And covers the entire you and me
And the hes and the hers
and the thems
Yet its love
Just a fragrance
Floating in and out of our systems
Definitions unheard
Unexplained beyond his and hers
Still my feet are grounded to the earth
The earth on which I walk
Eat and sleep
Live among strangers
and call them society
There are rules and definitions
And love gets locked up
in the four corners of the place "defined" as a home
With amenities and providers
And the home maker
It forgets to float
It forgets to flow in and out
Dies and withers in a corner
Between strangers called family.
Like notes strung on a guitar
Of she says
And he says
And they say
About life and love.
Where love floats like a thin film above our heads
And I try to define it
And I try to find answers
but its so above my head
Yet its there
And covers the entire you and me
And the hes and the hers
and the thems
Yet its love
Just a fragrance
Floating in and out of our systems
Definitions unheard
Unexplained beyond his and hers
Still my feet are grounded to the earth
The earth on which I walk
Eat and sleep
Live among strangers
and call them society
There are rules and definitions
And love gets locked up
in the four corners of the place "defined" as a home
With amenities and providers
And the home maker
It forgets to float
It forgets to flow in and out
Dies and withers in a corner
Between strangers called family.
Friday, November 13, 2009
She sings to a crowd
While I sleep in the comfort of this warm place called home
She sings amidst complete hooting strangers with a feigned smile and happiness
Hiding the inner discomfort and bashfulness
Yet she entertains
The crowd of "respectables"-unleashing the animal within
A thought just crosses my mind
So I pull out a pen and paper
Write a poem within the warmth of a place I call home
The respectable me turns the light off and sleeps
While she is still singing another number amidst an uproar of hooting
I know I am but a hypocrite
Prashantee
12.11.2009
11.40 am
I wrote this one after a long time...yesterday. There was a programme arranged in our "para" that's the bengali term for village or locality. And I could hear a girl sing ...and the hooting sounds outside...So I penned this down. Maybe she feels like being treated as a princess too... just my thought. I wish her well whoever she is. Dedicated to all the strong women. :)
She sings amidst complete hooting strangers with a feigned smile and happiness
Hiding the inner discomfort and bashfulness
Yet she entertains
The crowd of "respectables"-unleashing the animal within
A thought just crosses my mind
So I pull out a pen and paper
Write a poem within the warmth of a place I call home
The respectable me turns the light off and sleeps
While she is still singing another number amidst an uproar of hooting
I know I am but a hypocrite
Prashantee
12.11.2009
11.40 am
I wrote this one after a long time...yesterday. There was a programme arranged in our "para" that's the bengali term for village or locality. And I could hear a girl sing ...and the hooting sounds outside...So I penned this down. Maybe she feels like being treated as a princess too... just my thought. I wish her well whoever she is. Dedicated to all the strong women. :)
Friday, September 18, 2009
Framed Pictures
I walk this road everyday
See a shop with framed pictures
Of happy and not so happy faces
Colorful and bright
I saw a book in a book stall
That says "Who will cry when I die"
Leaves me pondering
About life and death
About love
And how long will it take for you to forget
How long will anybody remember you or me?
A girl asked me once
If there were forevers
I told her that its just life
And abrupt bends around corners
Where you may have to leave behind a million things
Forevers doesn't exist here
You are only but a few drops of tears
A remembrance
A framed picture
Hanging on the wall
There is this boy I know
Who keeps the photograph of his wife who left
Says he realized his mistakes
There is this other boy
Who is confused
For he doesn't know what love is
And then there is this girl
Who just stands and waits
For love
Unaware of the "how long does it take to forget"
I wish I could step out of the three
And hug each one
Maybe tomorrow will bring a sunnier day round the bend
Of sunshine and clear blue skies
Its been too cloudy here for quite sometime
Maiiya
16.09.2009
12.14 am
See a shop with framed pictures
Of happy and not so happy faces
Colorful and bright
I saw a book in a book stall
That says "Who will cry when I die"
Leaves me pondering
About life and death
About love
And how long will it take for you to forget
How long will anybody remember you or me?
A girl asked me once
If there were forevers
I told her that its just life
And abrupt bends around corners
Where you may have to leave behind a million things
Forevers doesn't exist here
You are only but a few drops of tears
A remembrance
A framed picture
Hanging on the wall
There is this boy I know
Who keeps the photograph of his wife who left
Says he realized his mistakes
There is this other boy
Who is confused
For he doesn't know what love is
And then there is this girl
Who just stands and waits
For love
Unaware of the "how long does it take to forget"
I wish I could step out of the three
And hug each one
Maybe tomorrow will bring a sunnier day round the bend
Of sunshine and clear blue skies
Its been too cloudy here for quite sometime
Maiiya
16.09.2009
12.14 am
Thursday, August 27, 2009
LOVE GOT FILTERED OUT
The tears still roll down my eyes
The loneliness still surrounds
A truth that I tried to run away from
All this while
Is making itself manifest
In silences
In long waits beside the telephone
The head pretends not to wait
But the heart steals glances
Into the LCD screen
Looking up for your name
Maybe you remember
Maybe you were too busy
Or maybe it’s plain- You are not with me
Though so hard we try
And all I can do is
Pour my heart into black ink and ruled paper
My vision blurred by the teardrop
That just doesn’t know
Whether to fall off or stay back in
And then it slowly disappears
Just like truth has
Just like I have
Between faces of thousands of you have to be that
But it’s me
And it’s my heart
Which loves with all its might
Not knowing where to draw the line
Never learnt that
Never knew true love had
Conditions like that
And now I stand on bifurcations
Of roads
Of lives
Of hearts
Torn and tried to be stitched back
Of blood
Proved to be made of corpuscles and platelets
Scientifically christened
The warmth
The throb
All forgotten under factual calculations
Maybe that’s when you count your cells
Maybe that’s how you draw lines
Write rules of how much and whys
A certain set of things
Which does everything but let you be yourself
And then you think you have loved
But your love was weighed packaged and stamped
And sent off straight to the head
Instead of the heart
Where the rules would filter you either out or into the system
If you stayed you should consider yourself blessed
And follow faithfully all the rules set
No expectations
No conditions
Just the filtered rules
If you are filtered out
You should just find hobbies to entertain yourself
Try writing instead
Imagine love replaced by pages of nothings
Imagine yourself living beside paper heaps
But that was that-love negotiated
Until love got filtered out
And the only thing that remained was
Heaps of paper and black ink
And of course the name I sign my poems with.
Maiiya.
26.08.2009
22:03
The loneliness still surrounds
A truth that I tried to run away from
All this while
Is making itself manifest
In silences
In long waits beside the telephone
The head pretends not to wait
But the heart steals glances
Into the LCD screen
Looking up for your name
Maybe you remember
Maybe you were too busy
Or maybe it’s plain- You are not with me
Though so hard we try
And all I can do is
Pour my heart into black ink and ruled paper
My vision blurred by the teardrop
That just doesn’t know
Whether to fall off or stay back in
And then it slowly disappears
Just like truth has
Just like I have
Between faces of thousands of you have to be that
But it’s me
And it’s my heart
Which loves with all its might
Not knowing where to draw the line
Never learnt that
Never knew true love had
Conditions like that
And now I stand on bifurcations
Of roads
Of lives
Of hearts
Torn and tried to be stitched back
Of blood
Proved to be made of corpuscles and platelets
Scientifically christened
The warmth
The throb
All forgotten under factual calculations
Maybe that’s when you count your cells
Maybe that’s how you draw lines
Write rules of how much and whys
A certain set of things
Which does everything but let you be yourself
And then you think you have loved
But your love was weighed packaged and stamped
And sent off straight to the head
Instead of the heart
Where the rules would filter you either out or into the system
If you stayed you should consider yourself blessed
And follow faithfully all the rules set
No expectations
No conditions
Just the filtered rules
If you are filtered out
You should just find hobbies to entertain yourself
Try writing instead
Imagine love replaced by pages of nothings
Imagine yourself living beside paper heaps
But that was that-love negotiated
Until love got filtered out
And the only thing that remained was
Heaps of paper and black ink
And of course the name I sign my poems with.
Maiiya.
26.08.2009
22:03
Monday, July 6, 2009
Distances-Finale
Another aspect of distances
They separate
Lives, hearts, dreams...
And you think ..
Maybe they were not meant to be.
Well truth is...just that.
Yet your mind plays games and thinks.
Maybe it was something you did
Or maybe something you said
What was it that went wrong..
All along the way.
Maybe it was somebody else
Maybe just you
Maybe the other person
Maybe it was all faked through
You think and think until your heart aches
Maybe it was not love enough
Maybe it was lies
Unanswered questions
And things you had written then
Stare at you as though written by somebody else
And you shut them up
For you know you’ll hurt with every word you had happily felt then
Maybe you should hate
Maybe forget it
The question lingers as to how
Maybe you’ll heal
But a million scars remain
And scars don’t heal
They have already healed way back then
What do you do?
What do I do?
I do nothing
I just remain.
Prashantee
01.01 am
7.7.2009
They separate
Lives, hearts, dreams...
And you think ..
Maybe they were not meant to be.
Well truth is...just that.
Yet your mind plays games and thinks.
Maybe it was something you did
Or maybe something you said
What was it that went wrong..
All along the way.
Maybe it was somebody else
Maybe just you
Maybe the other person
Maybe it was all faked through
You think and think until your heart aches
Maybe it was not love enough
Maybe it was lies
Unanswered questions
And things you had written then
Stare at you as though written by somebody else
And you shut them up
For you know you’ll hurt with every word you had happily felt then
Maybe you should hate
Maybe forget it
The question lingers as to how
Maybe you’ll heal
But a million scars remain
And scars don’t heal
They have already healed way back then
What do you do?
What do I do?
I do nothing
I just remain.
Prashantee
01.01 am
7.7.2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
SSENIPPAH..
I spell my happiness backwards..
I wished upon a star for that
Now that its gone
I've hung it on my wall
Hoping it to smile
But it doesnt
Instead it sheds tears through my eyes
It's just words and letters
Twisted and turned upside down
I like to believe it was love
Truth is that it was not
Yet love is just a word
Superficial- just ink on paper
I think its enough to convince me
Maybe it was just that
Inked paper
Watered tissues
Rolled into heaps
Thrown in the trash
Prashantee
1.07.2009
12.50am
I wished upon a star for that
Now that its gone
I've hung it on my wall
Hoping it to smile
But it doesnt
Instead it sheds tears through my eyes
It's just words and letters
Twisted and turned upside down
I like to believe it was love
Truth is that it was not
Yet love is just a word
Superficial- just ink on paper
I think its enough to convince me
Maybe it was just that
Inked paper
Watered tissues
Rolled into heaps
Thrown in the trash
Prashantee
1.07.2009
12.50am
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
It's still worth it..
Here there are no calculations
Of how much and how little
No limits
Guarded by wrongs and rights
Here its love from the beginning
Right to the very end
Reasons and mind don't work here
It's just about the heart and soul
There is pain no doubt
But its worth it and much more
For without risks
This doesn't work out
There are stories where
You know your love may stay for just a little while
Yet you hold on
Stoop low to pick up moments of us
Wrap them up in your smiles
The hurt immense-when you let go
When asked the worth of it
It is still worth a million lives!
For some it's a fight
For some it's all their life
For some it's each waking moment
yearning for that one thing
the world is poor at
For some it's a battle lost
For some won in a million ways
For some it's a hand to hold on to forever
For some it's lonely tears and long nights
But it's worth it..
The feeling that you loved
The feeling that you gave all you had..
Then sometimes when you wander down a lane
You see empty benches
Telling stories of eyes that meet beyond yourself
And reaching into depths called souls and life.
Prashantee
30.06.2009
9.30 am
Of how much and how little
No limits
Guarded by wrongs and rights
Here its love from the beginning
Right to the very end
Reasons and mind don't work here
It's just about the heart and soul
There is pain no doubt
But its worth it and much more
For without risks
This doesn't work out
There are stories where
You know your love may stay for just a little while
Yet you hold on
Stoop low to pick up moments of us
Wrap them up in your smiles
The hurt immense-when you let go
When asked the worth of it
It is still worth a million lives!
For some it's a fight
For some it's all their life
For some it's each waking moment
yearning for that one thing
the world is poor at
For some it's a battle lost
For some won in a million ways
For some it's a hand to hold on to forever
For some it's lonely tears and long nights
But it's worth it..
The feeling that you loved
The feeling that you gave all you had..
Then sometimes when you wander down a lane
You see empty benches
Telling stories of eyes that meet beyond yourself
And reaching into depths called souls and life.
Prashantee
30.06.2009
9.30 am
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Illusioned
It's amazing how the mind works
Constructs
Destructs
Thinks-rethinks
Analyzes
According to its own whims and fancies
Believes- in uncertainties
Bended according to needs
Understands- the truth
Is beyond its power of
comprehension
Yet it shuts its eyes tight
And dreams aloud
Pictures of its own
Wanting desperately
To paint it with artificial colors and brush
A picture of beauty-
perceived
Which lies on the rim
Of happiness and sorrow
Tilted towards either one
By winds-
Uncontrollable-unperceived
Yet it shuts its eyes tight
And paints on
A picture colored by needs.
Maiiya
21.06.2009
10.40 pm
Constructs
Destructs
Thinks-rethinks
Analyzes
According to its own whims and fancies
Believes- in uncertainties
Bended according to needs
Understands- the truth
Is beyond its power of
comprehension
Yet it shuts its eyes tight
And dreams aloud
Pictures of its own
Wanting desperately
To paint it with artificial colors and brush
A picture of beauty-
perceived
Which lies on the rim
Of happiness and sorrow
Tilted towards either one
By winds-
Uncontrollable-unperceived
Yet it shuts its eyes tight
And paints on
A picture colored by needs.
Maiiya
21.06.2009
10.40 pm
Days like today
There are days like today
When I am tired of being strong
I just crumple down
Into grains of sand
Trodden and low
Lost with the strong winds
Scattered into nothingness
Of uncertain tomorrows
Blown away far and wide
Ceasing to exist
Yet existing
It's days like these
That empty hollow
pieces of yesterdays
Mount into big hills
Of monstrous size
It's days like these
That I think
Of open arms and warmth
So scarce
And I wonder where along the road
I lost them or left them behind
It's just days like these
That maturity wins
The race of life
Leaving lonely footprints
For none to see
Or think of ...after me
Maiiya
20.6.2009
When I am tired of being strong
I just crumple down
Into grains of sand
Trodden and low
Lost with the strong winds
Scattered into nothingness
Of uncertain tomorrows
Blown away far and wide
Ceasing to exist
Yet existing
It's days like these
That empty hollow
pieces of yesterdays
Mount into big hills
Of monstrous size
It's days like these
That I think
Of open arms and warmth
So scarce
And I wonder where along the road
I lost them or left them behind
It's just days like these
That maturity wins
The race of life
Leaving lonely footprints
For none to see
Or think of ...after me
Maiiya
20.6.2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Humanity Disguised
Humanely human-
Evolving with every wake of dawn
Right on top of
The evolution tree
"Humanity"-
Tagged just to the virtuous
A term
highly esteemed to be
White collared
With amenities
The thin edge
Demarcating wealth and poverty
With shirts neatly kept
Starched and ironed
Ready to be worn
On shoulders brimming with pride
Carrying effortlessly
Tagged-"humanity"
A smile here
A smile there
A photograph with
The emaciated
Forks and spoons
Properly arranged
For the supper
At the charity show
Awed and revered
By the common folk
"Humanity"
Brimming and overflowing
From the sleek car trailing past
Dusts of heavenly delights
And waves from the cheering crowd
A small fight just started
Two rickshaw pullers
Fighting over the same person
To be picked up
Hairs snatched
Nails clawed
Already tattered clothes
Torn to pieces..
Already flowing blood
Oozing out of the old wound
Made ripe by the fight
Barbarian act
A sight
Just watched
From the rolled down window pane
Of the sleek car
That just passed by
A meager ten buck
Another aspect of "humanity"
Covered and hidden
Inside suits and ties
Carefully perfumed
Disguised.
Maiiya
14.06.2009
Evolving with every wake of dawn
Right on top of
The evolution tree
"Humanity"-
Tagged just to the virtuous
A term
highly esteemed to be
White collared
With amenities
The thin edge
Demarcating wealth and poverty
With shirts neatly kept
Starched and ironed
Ready to be worn
On shoulders brimming with pride
Carrying effortlessly
Tagged-"humanity"
A smile here
A smile there
A photograph with
The emaciated
Forks and spoons
Properly arranged
For the supper
At the charity show
Awed and revered
By the common folk
"Humanity"
Brimming and overflowing
From the sleek car trailing past
Dusts of heavenly delights
And waves from the cheering crowd
A small fight just started
Two rickshaw pullers
Fighting over the same person
To be picked up
Hairs snatched
Nails clawed
Already tattered clothes
Torn to pieces..
Already flowing blood
Oozing out of the old wound
Made ripe by the fight
Barbarian act
A sight
Just watched
From the rolled down window pane
Of the sleek car
That just passed by
A meager ten buck
Another aspect of "humanity"
Covered and hidden
Inside suits and ties
Carefully perfumed
Disguised.
Maiiya
14.06.2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Another aspect of humanity
Humanely human-
Evolving steadily
Right on top
Of the evolution tree
Humanity-
Tagged just to teh "virtuos"
A term
Highly esteemed to be
White collared
With ameinitiea overflowing
The thin edge
Demarcating wealth and poverty
With shirts neatly pressed
Starched ironed
And neatly folded
Ready to be worn
On shoulders
Brimming with pride
Carrying the effortless
Tagged humanity
Soberly worn on functions
Specially for charity
A smile here
A smile there
A photograph with
The demaciated
Forks and spoons
Evolving steadily
Right on top
Of the evolution tree
Humanity-
Tagged just to teh "virtuos"
A term
Highly esteemed to be
White collared
With ameinitiea overflowing
The thin edge
Demarcating wealth and poverty
With shirts neatly pressed
Starched ironed
And neatly folded
Ready to be worn
On shoulders
Brimming with pride
Carrying the effortless
Tagged humanity
Soberly worn on functions
Specially for charity
A smile here
A smile there
A photograph with
The demaciated
Forks and spoons
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Distances I
If I were a painter
I'd paint you
With the colors of love
If you were near
I'd hold your hand in mine
I'm but a simpleton
All I can do is close my eyes
And picture you
Standing close by
Memories flood the heart and soul
Your smile
Your words
Your touch
You nearby
If I were the breeze
I'd travel across oceans and hills
To reach you for just a little while
If I were the earth
Distances would never be given
A second thought
All I am is a simpleton
All I can do is close my eyes
And smile
As your thought crosses my mind.
Maiiya
2.06.09
4.05 pm
Department library
Listening to : Kisses and cake
I'd paint you
With the colors of love
If you were near
I'd hold your hand in mine
I'm but a simpleton
All I can do is close my eyes
And picture you
Standing close by
Memories flood the heart and soul
Your smile
Your words
Your touch
You nearby
If I were the breeze
I'd travel across oceans and hills
To reach you for just a little while
If I were the earth
Distances would never be given
A second thought
All I am is a simpleton
All I can do is close my eyes
And smile
As your thought crosses my mind.
Maiiya
2.06.09
4.05 pm
Department library
Listening to : Kisses and cake
Distances
Well...walking back home from the lab...an idea struck me...of starting this entire sequel called distances..
When your loved one is far away...and the only way you can reach them is through your thoughts, wishes and prayers..
All it takes is a beautiful scenery, a crimson sunset, the clouds, the soft breeze, the rain, the storm, the birds, the children smile...just about anything that engulfs the essence of love and peace..for you to wish them nearby.
And then you stare into empty lanes ...see them walk to you...you blink and smile at the open lanes...
An ode to distances which separate yet bring you close in entrancing ways...
When your loved one is far away...and the only way you can reach them is through your thoughts, wishes and prayers..
All it takes is a beautiful scenery, a crimson sunset, the clouds, the soft breeze, the rain, the storm, the birds, the children smile...just about anything that engulfs the essence of love and peace..for you to wish them nearby.
And then you stare into empty lanes ...see them walk to you...you blink and smile at the open lanes...
An ode to distances which separate yet bring you close in entrancing ways...
Distances II
The sun sets between the trees..
A blue hue covers the entire place
It has started raining
In my side of the world
The orange street lamps
Glisten the leaves
As they trickle down the drops
Of liquid melody
Children smile and laugh
Embellishing the entire scenery
People pass by in a haste
To reach the comforting arms
Of a place called home
For me my home..
Is but a dream...of just you and me
A toad just leaps to the safer grasses
As puddled ripples cover the ground
Its the drops
Its the rains
Its the symphony
Of the entire place
Transfixed to a moment
Of peaceful
Eternity
I just walk down the road
Listening to our favorite song
I gaze at the peeping moon
A star beside it
Wish upon it
To be there with you
For eternity..
Or just this lifetime
Would be quite enough for me
Maiiya
3.06.2009
A blue hue covers the entire place
It has started raining
In my side of the world
The orange street lamps
Glisten the leaves
As they trickle down the drops
Of liquid melody
Children smile and laugh
Embellishing the entire scenery
People pass by in a haste
To reach the comforting arms
Of a place called home
For me my home..
Is but a dream...of just you and me
A toad just leaps to the safer grasses
As puddled ripples cover the ground
Its the drops
Its the rains
Its the symphony
Of the entire place
Transfixed to a moment
Of peaceful
Eternity
I just walk down the road
Listening to our favorite song
I gaze at the peeping moon
A star beside it
Wish upon it
To be there with you
For eternity..
Or just this lifetime
Would be quite enough for me
Maiiya
3.06.2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
A STANDARD SET
A standard set
Equilibrated with history
Contaminated with the moving times
Calibrated into units of wrongs and rights
Footsteps laid
Exact- Size 5
Red ones in the corner
For contemplations
Blue ones for the happy times
Marked to the right oscillations
Frequency set to the "normal styles"
Deviations make you fall
Overlooked
Laughed at by the passerbys
Sludge- patchy
You carry on dirty for entire lifetimes
Feelings-measured
Only a certain volume
Excess of it
Bring tides
Love calculated
In the head
Mistakes hazardous
To THE SELF
Rules laid
Time set
Deviations...
Lethal to the soul
Neither by the path or my self
But by the standards set.
Labels and degree of insanity
For the "different ones"
Your path not your own
But those dictated by the normal norms
Your life a reflection of the passerbys.
Maiiya 23.05.2009 11am
Equilibrated with history
Contaminated with the moving times
Calibrated into units of wrongs and rights
Footsteps laid
Exact- Size 5
Red ones in the corner
For contemplations
Blue ones for the happy times
Marked to the right oscillations
Frequency set to the "normal styles"
Deviations make you fall
Overlooked
Laughed at by the passerbys
Sludge- patchy
You carry on dirty for entire lifetimes
Feelings-measured
Only a certain volume
Excess of it
Bring tides
Love calculated
In the head
Mistakes hazardous
To THE SELF
Rules laid
Time set
Deviations...
Lethal to the soul
Neither by the path or my self
But by the standards set.
Labels and degree of insanity
For the "different ones"
Your path not your own
But those dictated by the normal norms
Your life a reflection of the passerbys.
Maiiya 23.05.2009 11am
LOST AND FOUND
An object searched for
Maybe within the possession
Or maybe never was
A search never ending
But the soul yearns for the end
And humanely wishes it to be a happy one
Compares with other smiling faces
Yet feels that it somehow does not fit
Finds it a little too made up
Or maybe it’s covetous of the happiness around
Maybe the whole world’s made up
In the thoughts
Yet the made up smiles, the seemingly genuine care
Yet the love, yet the tears
A little too lost
Or maybe another day found
Maybe....
Maiiya
18:08; 12.04.2008
Maybe within the possession
Or maybe never was
A search never ending
But the soul yearns for the end
And humanely wishes it to be a happy one
Compares with other smiling faces
Yet feels that it somehow does not fit
Finds it a little too made up
Or maybe it’s covetous of the happiness around
Maybe the whole world’s made up
In the thoughts
Yet the made up smiles, the seemingly genuine care
Yet the love, yet the tears
A little too lost
Or maybe another day found
Maybe....
Maiiya
18:08; 12.04.2008
ME
Realizations- what your heart really wants-
The reason for your breath- your life-
The value of your smile-
The worth of your existence-
The road-long
Life-harsh
Decisions caught between love and hatred
Conclusions smothered with feelings of guilt and victory
Battles won yet lost in a million ways
Thoughts clouded with memoirs and uncertain futures
Opinions of many caught between netted waves of happiness and sadness
Yet opinions that matter none the less
Selfless prayers- Selfish prayers- Yet prayers heartfelt
Answered-Unanswered calls to whom we’ve thought to own the world
Our world and yours- My piece of space- My walk of land
My love for me
Above everything- just me
Selfish- Selfless- Battles lost yet won
In their own selfish - selfless ways.
Maiiya
10:35 pm
3.1.2009
The reason for your breath- your life-
The value of your smile-
The worth of your existence-
The road-long
Life-harsh
Decisions caught between love and hatred
Conclusions smothered with feelings of guilt and victory
Battles won yet lost in a million ways
Thoughts clouded with memoirs and uncertain futures
Opinions of many caught between netted waves of happiness and sadness
Yet opinions that matter none the less
Selfless prayers- Selfish prayers- Yet prayers heartfelt
Answered-Unanswered calls to whom we’ve thought to own the world
Our world and yours- My piece of space- My walk of land
My love for me
Above everything- just me
Selfish- Selfless- Battles lost yet won
In their own selfish - selfless ways.
Maiiya
10:35 pm
3.1.2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
CHANGES
Do you know this worlds' strange
Times' strange
It changes
Hearts, minds, feelings
Changes
Views, thoughts, perspectives
They say change is the only constant thing
The irony is consistency
The irony is change
We mould
Waxlike- melted with the heat of love
We solidify
Sculptured by the craftsmanship of time
We sublime
Liquid to stone
Hard-metallic-polished
Trying hard to hold on to the tide
Natural-supernatural changes
Slowly loosing grain by grain
To time
Learnt-unlearnt
Gained-Lost
Merge
The only constant thing remains- Changes
Times' strange
It changes
Hearts, minds, feelings
Changes
Views, thoughts, perspectives
They say change is the only constant thing
The irony is consistency
The irony is change
We mould
Waxlike- melted with the heat of love
We solidify
Sculptured by the craftsmanship of time
We sublime
Liquid to stone
Hard-metallic-polished
Trying hard to hold on to the tide
Natural-supernatural changes
Slowly loosing grain by grain
To time
Learnt-unlearnt
Gained-Lost
Merge
The only constant thing remains- Changes
Friday, May 15, 2009
CONFUSING-SIMPLICITY
A dialogue from the movie Blood Diamond:
"Solomon: You are how old?
Archer: Me? I'm 31.
Solomon: Do you have no wife?
Archer: No.
Solomon: ...no children?
Archer: No.
Solomon: ...and no home?
Archer: No.
Solomon: But you have money, yes?
Archer: No...some.
Solomon: ...but not enough?
Archer: No
Solomon: If ya get this diamond, you will have enough money, yes?
Archer: Yes.
Solomon: ...and you will get the wife and children.
Archer: Probably not, no.
[Solomon chuckles]
Archer: What?
Solomon: ...I'm confused.
Archer: Yeah? ...Makes two of us my bro. "
We all know deep inside that - we don't know where we are heading. We all picture a home in the lush green fields blooming with yellow flowers and the chatter of birds and children..settled-ideal.
Yet we run...after money...after fame...after people...Do we even have enough time to sit and think of where we are headed? And in this wild race of God alone knows where the end point is- we loose- so much of ourselves- emptied , hollowed, hardened, being pushed, pushing others...we just run. Confusing and complicating to the core. Simplicity is just one picture hung on the overtly decorated living room of a house waiting to be made a home.
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