>Life in a terrarium…

Tuesday, November 11, 2009 . 12 comments . Posted in General

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Sweet, soft yet mellow
Fib, fall, uh, oh, so fast
River in a dry terrarium
Misty clouds coat around
Filthy creeps crawl in, Ah
You reap what you sow,
In a paddy field full of gold
Some picked the stone, sand
And I left the green far alone
Are you through the patch?
There are twenty seven pebbles
Few men rushed to lay hands
Some died and the rest were killed
Oh, don’t let the news reach home
Their sweet home, wives all alone
Row the boat, chase the twilight
Eat the joy, rush in a flicker
And comfort them, oh devil…
You know, that’s sad…
In a muddy land they plot huts
Sudden rush of the west breeze
Oh, ah, sigh… it blew them away…

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>Last trip to the Paradise

Friday, November 11, 2009 . No comments yet . Posted in General

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Hey little bulb, wink, wink
Tiny creep, glow for us
To show the way and lead us
Through the grass, dry grass
Oh little gnome, wink, wink
Tiny creep, blink for us
To show the path and whisper
Through the eighteenth century
Oh, sigh, my little bulb
You died so soon…
Gnome, your spirits are dead
Ray and hope remains still…
It remains still

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>Her last song…

Sunday, November 11, 2009 . 11 comments . Posted in General

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In a winter dark you whispered
a song, sweet song…
In a summer dawn you gifted,
a smile, warm smile…
Days passed by in a blink of an eye,
Nights died away like a gleam of gut
Now say, a story…
Same story to kill,
those days and fun times,
Dusty rays and dark shades…
When the rains fell,
while the birds sang…
Before the day’s end,
the song that you sang…
Thrusts in to my soul…
Ah, dear… come this way
Ah, dear… make a note of
the song for good times
Oh, you are away…
Far, so far from here
Way, in a way there are ways,
to reach the place…
And Kate, you didn’t care,
to wait for your turn…
Now, you smiles at me…
Among those stars in the sky
Ah, you smiles at me…
An everlasting smile…

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>Art thy heart…

Wednesday, November 11, 2009 . 7 comments . Posted in General

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There is silence in here… It wouldn’t have got better than this… It’s his heart…
Heart speaks a lot in silence…
Could you tell me what it speaks? Won’t you show him where it leadeth to? …an island or to the hills…?
Shine oh you bleeding soul
Vent out your feelings
Rave mate for you to make it big
Save your heart to see it sink
Across the stream, climbing hills
Heal thy scar, peel your facade
To fence the dark shades
To cleanse the bleeding soul
Oh dear, remembrance time nearby
Someday someone will remember
All good deeds thy have done…
Until then carry your heart
For it belongs to you…

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>- Hush -O- Rush –

Tuesday, November 11, 2009 . 24 comments . Posted in General

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“Sit there my child… You will be perfectly alright… There is nothing that you would want to think of now. Just relax for a while…”
The rains fell slow, touching those dry leaves that looked weary, waiting for breeze to end its race, and I thanked the skies for the rain… ‘I’…
Rush, oh hush my baby, they are watching over you… You aren’t going to give up and all we got to do is to reach the other side of the woods. Now, I see circles around us like a ray giving chance to fly along with it, around the clouds to abide the oath that we took…
Once you said “Honey, I have no tears left in me”… “I am running short of breath”…
Until then you made me realize how easy it’s to elude the woe and hence by fixing up a pale smile on the face… Sigh… Ah, isn’t it crude to fake? Although, I don’t see anyone around me other than my own reflection on the stream beneath this valley, I take it what he said to me. He is me and I’m he! I take it… Yeah, I do…
Now my child, you turn back and see yourself what harm has thou art done to the master! The master is expressing grief through his short sad song… Now, there are chances of him flying far… through the seas and to the hills…
Once you asked “Is it okay to act as if?” and I replied so softly “No”… No…
I guess I know the answer now…these rivers dried many a time… those floras withered away… I see myself standing tall on the reflection of my eyes through the stream in here… the child has grown up so huge and he knows most of the answer to his questions… In his words, you won’t know him much but, let the mystery laze coated with love in this frail space… the child is still staring at me… I see life through these eyes… wish I ever realized the fact that it belonged to me ever since I was born…
…it’s still raining and I know that the day is nearing for me to lay my hands on those pocketful stones I treasured once… it’s time… 

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