| Username |
Post |
| zero gravity |
Posted
on 06-May-03 09:24 PM
WAITING
I cannot say when the hummingbird will come
I do not know when I will love again
And, dance in the rainbow rain
And, sing my Himalayan ways
I am waiting......for maybe the flicker will light
the tides will settle
the one who is gone will come back
or, a new day will dawn
with roses, vermillions, grapes and firecrackers!
LOVE
And what is this of no heart to love
Surely, that cannot be true
As a bee seeks nectar, so you must
Shall I plant a rose in your garden?
For love you must!
ART
It is said that an artist's work is the artist externalized
Expressed in concrete colors, twists and turns
But, a true artist is a free being
Writing, drawing, creating from sources unbound
My dear
Do not confuse me with my work
Darkness is my theme for the winter
Come spring and i will write of the good harvest, the butterflies in my chrysanthemum garden
FLIRTING
It is hard for me to believe
That one such as yourself
Sweet sounding, intellectually beautiful and romantically inclined
Should withstand the temptations of time
And still be free and available?!!!
HOPE
And years will pass by
Maybe you will never love me
Maybe you will never descend from your haute mountains
I will put up my prayer flags
I will build a shelter at the base
Let my body wither
Let my tears flow down the Bharmaputra
When I lie in my deathbed
Breathing that last breath of life
At least I can say, "I tried."
TEMPTATION
I take my love to another one
You will regret that I am gone
Catch the wind, set on a flight
Come to me before the night!!
ANGER
You say nothing is personal
Ti's rejection
A wholesale mockery
Personal as it can be
How I believe it could only be against me
LUST
You, scared of love, scared of life
Longings in your heart and yet turmoils in your mind
Let the heart speak for a change
Let me hold you, let me plant a gentle kiss on your supple lips
Let us slip into the moonlit night
And on our rosemary bed, under the juniper tree
Like vines entagled
Let us seek each other, find each other and be free
GAME
Fairies, fairies, evil prairies
When will the darkness grow?
As the horses hiss and the crickets chirp
And the grasses lull
The two fairies gather in the shadows of the tent
One 'sour' and one 'dark'
What designs, what machinations against poor, poor me?
THE FREE FALL
An earthworm in the middle of a road
Slowly being burnt by the sun
How it came to be on the road?
As if, an invisible hand brought it there to suffer
The wrong place, the wrong time
Divine humor gone awry, the lord paranoid
'Tis not fair, not right
But learn this, life is beyond good and evil
It is you on a cliff, shoved from behind by someone unknown
The free fall, the eternal elevation
In the final analyses
It is mutilated bodies and vultures diving down
In the fast lane, some make it and others don't
I got stuck in the middle, lost in space, fixed in time!
FAREWELL
Alas, a dream never comes true
For me, you are a lovely illusion
A love perfect, one in the books
So my lady, i tried, i beseeched
But illusion you remained
Thus, i depart, with a heavy heart
Wishing you your happiness
I had wished that we had missed by a hair
But it is distances of hearts and minds
Distances immesuarable that set us apart
Now, I take my lonely path
Tripoli, Johannesburg, Kigali and far
Farewll, oh the worthy one
Farewell
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 07-May-03 04:03 AM
Could I be flirting?
or merely watching,
like a detached soul,
unshackled, unfettered,
uncaring of social bondage;
Could I be flirting?
or merely sorting,
through life's little dramas,
unperturbed, unhinged,
understanding the heart's little dilemas,
the mind's spirited need for sapce!
Zero Gravityji.... Beautiful compositions! Wonderful way to start the day!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 07-May-03 04:09 AM
sapce=space*
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| PREMpujari |
Posted
on 07-May-03 05:38 AM
Wow ZeroGravity!!! Now, That's something... Really Awesome!!
(Just wondering if you are a dude (?) from VA, DC, MD Area, are you?)
Keep writing bro -- "flirt" and "freefall"... hmmm... marvellous!! Rest were Awesome!!
Sitzz jyu, Ummm Ummm, Nice Nice hazurr!! :D)))
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| Hellbound |
Posted
on 07-May-03 07:42 AM
Sitara, one more verse added on your poem, should you don't mind.
Could I be flirting?
or tumbling the throb
For consoling
of an agonized soul;
Always derelict and bemused,
beneath this blissful blue sky.
Zero Grav, xcellent!! you seem to have epic vigor of poetry:-)
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| Deep |
Posted
on 07-May-03 08:15 AM
Love after all is like a rainy night
striking when you are alone
Provokes what you don't have
Don't accept the challange
Illusion is never defeated
Remember
Regret is all you have but
won't be enough.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 07-May-03 09:19 AM
Would I be Flirting,
if I hung on to your every word,
succumbed to your every charm,
and yet,
walked away...With MY heart intact?
;)
Hellbound ji.... nice nice!
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| Hellbound |
Posted
on 07-May-03 10:21 AM
Sitara,
Would you still be flirting
if I'm enthralled by your allure,
fanaticized by your zeal;
and yet
possess flinty heart within
untill a star dooms its glow....
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| pasa |
Posted
on 07-May-03 10:39 AM
Confused...
Looking in and looking out, you confused me
I promised to stay but you left me
How can I not be confused in the brain
I do love you with all my heart
A soft heart can turn bad in time
Baby, it's hard to hide the pain and it's harder to love the confusion
I'm confused not to cry...
--pasa--
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| krishna |
Posted
on 07-May-03 02:59 PM
wah pasa wah!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 07-May-03 03:48 PM
Hellbound ji
I'd still be "flirting"
if you posessed a flint for a heart
an insatiable flame for a mind;
What flirting is it when,
the moth resists the fire,
And the star succumbs to Hellfire!!!!
;)
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| zero gravity |
Posted
on 07-May-03 09:03 PM
REUNION
There she was again today
Beautiful as ever
An inviting smile, radiant
She said she missed those days
But did she miss me?
Where was I in her equation?
She covers herself in ambiguity
Plays cute
Plays innocent
Ah, woman..she tortures me with her softness.
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| sneharika |
Posted
on 07-May-03 09:54 PM
IN
wilderness
of sky
Lost heart
tripped over
The twinkles
And
Words of bright
STAR
heart&
Broken
from tinkles
Of emotion
long starry shadows
Across the path
forgot my way
to walk back
dreams&
Broken
I wept
And
You Tasted
The tears
Disappear&
I am sure
You
Didnt flirt
'Coz
You walked away with heart intact.
Sitara, HB and ZG
kya daami lekheko. Yo snehalai pani sikaune ho ki? ma guru dakshina pani takraunchu ni. Sitara jyu,You have been privileged to receive such a wonderful talent in writing.......should I draw you the picture of the early possession you obtained through ur writing?? no...........that wud be funtoosh. my affection for ur poems heightened frm each poem u hav shared here.
how about sharing some poems to this garish but maladroit gal? ma bhagyamani hune theeye.
:O) sneha.
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| zero gravity |
Posted
on 07-May-03 10:23 PM
LOVE AND ANARCHY
Love hurts,
Absolute love absolutely hurts
Pleasure served in a platter of pain
One's gain, another's loss
The zero-sum of 'sunyata'
The pi of love
A random constant
That which comes around, goes around
Love and boomerangs
The ephemeral kalachakra
A captive love vortex
Symbols, cymbals
Rock bands and tantric chants
Cacophonic collages like hanging fruits
Sour grapes and dead angels
Meaningless verbiage
Ethereal ejaculations, ants flying, antelopes roosting
Dogs hunting cows down, suckling milk, sucking blood
Prince charming, the freudian lust for the father
Love, in the shape of the vagina
Mere expressions of the body, rest nightmares
Ferocious waves tearing the sea walls of the mind
Love, love...hyenaic shrills, silence of the stillborn
Love - illusion, cobwebs, veneers
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 08-May-03 04:25 AM
FREEDOM AND DISCIPLINE:
Freedom to love, but
discipline Not to fall;
Free to give, yet
discipline not to expect;
would you call me Disciplined,
if I chose to love you,
completely, consummately and yet,
contrive to conceal any contusions
I suffer from my absolute immersion???
DREAMS:
I am sleepless in my slumber;
Where is my discipline,
when I allow you
to seep into my dreams,
Unravel my resolutions,
and like a spin doctor,
cure all maladies
of my heart,
build my castles with
wispy bricks of vague
sweet nothings,
And
When daybreaks,
each dream's meticulously
labelled, listed, classified
into yet another
psychosometric oblivion!
Sneharika ji:
Thank you!
You do flatter me... but poetry is just a form of communication...
Look at Deep ji; I wish I could write in Nepali and English, as well as he does... and yet, the pleasure I derive from reading him suffices!
Zero Gravity...wah wah!
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| deep |
Posted
on 08-May-03 06:27 AM
Sitara,
"Look at Deep ji; I wish I could write in Nepali and English, as well as he does... and yet, the pleasure I derive from reading him suffices! "
Ram Ram Ram--Aba yasari afno "paathak" lai jatha bhabi "dam" (as in dam dine ghadi) dina bhayena. Deep ta jhannai senti flat bhako ni.
Kaha Sitara Aakas ma nirantar jagmagaune ani kaha deep? dharti ma hawaka trahi trahi ma jyan dhannu parne! tyati matrai ho ra? tel sakiyo ki chat!
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| Deep |
Posted
on 08-May-03 07:02 AM
I was desperate and she was prancing
This slurb we shared together then
Her ambiguous love kept on bouncing
Cully- I ignored her saying now or then?
Heard she shared a cabana with him-again
Who is in love here? This is the time to bargain.
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| Hellbound |
Posted
on 08-May-03 07:08 AM
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;
And to the forest edge you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
But did not enter, though the wish was strong:
you shook your pensive head as who should say,
'I dare not--to far in his footsteps stray-
He must seek me would he undo the wrong.'
Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all
behind low boughs the trees let down outside;
And the sweet pang it cost me not to call
And tell you that I saw does still abide.
But 'tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,
For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.
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| Hellbound |
Posted
on 08-May-03 07:10 AM
That was a dream pang
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| Hellbound |
Posted
on 08-May-03 07:56 AM
Sitara,
I'd still be "flirting"
till your ecstasy elates my serenity.
Yet, I possess insensate heart,
very defiant and obstinate,
just healed from severe dent
And the star's only exuding its merriment
despite its fate...
I'd still be be "flirting"
........................
Sneharika,
As Sitara said, poetry is the form of communication in emblematic way. There exists many ways of writing poems. look at how Sitara and I communicating....;)
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| SimpleGal |
Posted
on 08-May-03 11:34 AM
Zero Gravity jyu,
I must confess that I was ABSOLUTELY mesmerized by your poems! You sir/madam have a "hidden" talent that I am fortunate today to have had a glimpse of. In such simple ways you capture the convoluted ways of being human. I admire your poems!
Everyone, I'm thrilled to see burgeoning---no, that would be an understatement, I'll instead say in full bloom---literary talents among hami Nepali. Beautiful compositions everyone. I liked the "conversational" nature of the compositions on Flirtation by our own Sajha poetess Sitarajyu and the jun-kiri jasto here now gone another writer Hellbound. Your reciprocal poems illustrate the very nature that you're trying to put into words!
In peace.
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| le chef du nuit |
Posted
on 08-May-03 12:15 PM
naked is the sun
for its heat
has burned all pretense away
and i
so dispassionate
hide behind my mask of serenity
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| Gurl_Interrupted |
Posted
on 08-May-03 12:27 PM
Great going!
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| le chef du nuit |
Posted
on 08-May-03 12:30 PM
the spring overflows
but the sea
disdains..
there are mightier rivers
what is a drop to an ocean?
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| Deep |
Posted
on 08-May-03 12:50 PM
Compromise, not
Acceptance is conditional.
What is there to prove?
When you pretend compromise.
What answer do you want?
Conditional? Acceptance- I can't.
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| le chef du nuit |
Posted
on 08-May-03 12:54 PM
conditional acceptance?
two halves dont always make a whole
f*#k friendship
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| le chef du nuit |
Posted
on 08-May-03 12:56 PM
in the summertime, the weather is fine
so are all the ladies
AAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!
bitches bitches everywhere and not a tit to pinch
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| le chef du nuit |
Posted
on 08-May-03 12:58 PM
excuse me folks, im frustrated
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| khimu |
Posted
on 08-May-03 01:04 PM
All She wrote
Forgivem e , i'm no good at this. I can,t write back. I never read your
letter. I can,t say I got your note. I haven,t had the strenght to open
the envelope. The mail stacks up by the door. Your hand's illegible.
Your postcard were defaced. "Wash your wet hair"? Any document
you ment to send has yet to reach me . The untied parcel service
never delivered. I regret to say i'm unable to reply to your
unexpressed desires. I didn,t get the book you sent. By the way,
my computer was stolen. Now i'm unable to process words. I suffer
from aphsia. I've just returned from Nepal to New York. Didn,t you
get a card from me yet? I still can,t find a pen that works and then
broke my pencil. You know how scarce paper is thses days. I admit
i haven,t been recyling. I never have time to read the Times. I'm out
of shopping bags to put the old news in. I didn,t getto the market.
I meant to clip the coupons. I haven,t read the mail yet. I can,t get
out the door to work, so i called in sick. I went to bed with writers
cramp. If I couldn,t get back to writing, i thought i'd catch up on my
reading. Then Operah came on with a fabulous author plugging her
best-selling book.
i am out of my mind 2day
don,t know why
feeling so lonley
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| Deep |
Posted
on 08-May-03 01:15 PM
le chef du nuit,
ke bho? kina bola ra lyako "f*#k" lai?
I also was not advocating "conditional acceptance". Its visible.
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| zero gravity |
Posted
on 08-May-03 01:23 PM
AN INVITATION
Summertime, summertime
Preety faces and butterflies
Crowded streets and riverines
Scenes of joy and laughter, all the time
This is no season to spare
No reason to dispair
Come folks, take a walk with me
On the beach and over the bridge
Sightings here and sightings there
Of preety faces and butterflies
On and on, by and by!!
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| Dr. No |
Posted
on 08-May-03 01:47 PM
Garden of Eden
The lure of the Serpent lurking
Farewell, my concubine!!!
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| le chef du nuit |
Posted
on 08-May-03 03:07 PM
those butterflies with their fluttering wings
caused a typoon in china
GOD how i hate them
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 08-May-03 03:11 PM
Nuit of the evil,
eyes of the Newt,
brewing cacophony,
cooking up dissention,
stirring up reaction,
Le chef of frustration!
:P
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| krishna |
Posted
on 08-May-03 03:12 PM
Sitara..kya ho???????
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| le chef du nuit |
Posted
on 08-May-03 03:15 PM
a witch
i so wish
i could fly on a broomstick
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| Nepe |
Posted
on 08-May-03 03:22 PM
Somebody was asking about soul-food. And here it comes. Reading Zero gravity's poems made me so quenched yet so light I was literally walking in zero gravity. Oh how apt thy name is, whoever you are, kabi ji.
Each and every poem of ZG is awesome. Let me tell you a little secret of mine. I have never succeeded to tune myself to like poetry about them people. To me, 'they' do not exist. There are only 'I' and 'You'. The distance between 'I' and 'them' is so great, 'they' are alien to me. So, whenever I see 'you' in poetry, ah..that's my kind of poetry. To me , a true poetry is a sambaad between 'I' and 'you', but not a pralaap about 'them' without an audience. If you are not talking to somebody, what's the point of talking ? The intimacy is the soul of the poetry. A loose and passionless talk or that composed for the person you have no idea of can not be a poetry, that should be something else. Look at ZG, his/her passion and intimate sambaad, all of them made me stare off screen for a long time.
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Shall I plant a rose in your garden? (LOVE)
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It is hard for me to believe
That one such as yourself
Sweet sounding, intellectually beautiful and romantically inclined
Should withstand the temptations of time
And still be free and available?!!! (FLIRTING)
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Breathing that last breath of life
At least I can say, "I tried." (HOPE)
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Let the heart speak for a change (LUST)
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But learn this, life is beyond good and evil (THE FREE FALL)
This line really hit me hard. So true, so cruel and so enlightening. Minds, deeds or even just what happens can be good or bad, but life goes on. It has never stopped or went back in time to rewrite things. You can compensate the loss, you can reward or punish the deeds and hope things will go by your way in future . But it is beyond possibility to repair the past. Here nothing has gone awry, it's just a divine humor on divinity himself. He too is helpless, No ?
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Now, I take my lonely path
Tripoli, Johannesburg, Kigali and far (FAREWELL)
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Ah, woman..she tortures me with her softness. (REUNION)
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LOVE AND ANARCHY is not a 'You' poem. For that reason perhaps, I understand it less. But the way it is rich and dense with philosophy, symbolism and shock factor, it has become that peak where when you reach, you see nothing beyond, but you have seen everything by then. It is truly a Sagarmatha of this kabyarohan.
And who else can this aarohi be, if he is not our Guruwar Gokul ji ?
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| zero gravity |
Posted
on 08-May-03 05:53 PM
THE PHANTOM
Stop, oh stop
Before you shun me into oblivion
Let me tell you this
I diddle and I dawdle
Not out of spite nor for mockery's sake
What can I say, how can I say?
I am the "Phantom of the Opera"
If I were to reveal
My true self onto you
You would not want me, for now and never
That I know, that i have been told
Thus, I hide in this serendipity
With love and fear
With everything to lose and nothing to gain
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| zero gravity |
Posted
on 08-May-03 06:37 PM
GRATITUDE
Sitara, Nepe
Hellbound, SimpleGal
Friends - Distant and Far, Known and Unknown
Those from the Past and to Come
My gratitude for your support and kindness
Three cheers to your energy and passion
May we all rejoice this creative union
Now and forever!
Explore the depths of your emotions
There in lies a landscape magnificient
Share a little, share a few
Let me taste the poetry in you
And rest the night completely imbued!!
Truly yours,
Anonymous
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| Dr. No |
Posted
on 08-May-03 08:22 PM
Moonshine sipping Le Chef
Like Imran Khan used to say
"big boys play at night"!
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| zero gravity |
Posted
on 09-May-03 12:45 PM
QUESTION
Hi
May I hopscotch
Into your world?
A step at a time
One day, i hope, you will be mine!!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 09-May-03 12:58 PM
I will,
if your hop is
faster than your run,
and your step,
swifter than mine!
;)
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| bhedo |
Posted
on 09-May-03 01:18 PM
As Plato says it time and again, poems are just a representation...it's like a painting, not the real deal. Copies are distorted, obviously.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 09-May-03 01:43 PM
Bhedo ji:
As you spout Plato...I wonder if it is the original representation or just a distorted copy!
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| bhedo |
Posted
on 09-May-03 02:20 PM
Representation of a copy, or a copy of a copy. Why Sitara, did I tick you off?
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 09-May-03 02:39 PM
Bhedo ji you never tick me off! :)
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| zero gravity |
Posted
on 09-May-03 08:45 PM
REQUEST
I seek your presence, the poet on line
Wondering if it is the difference in time
Or the misfortune of mine that holds us-but away
Leaving only hopes that tomorrow be a better day than today
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| zero gravity |
Posted
on 09-May-03 08:46 PM
poet = poetess
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 10-May-03 06:33 PM
CHAOS THEORY OF UNCONDITIONAL
It's not my way...
to hold your hand
When no one is looking.
It's not my way...
to say I Love You,
when no one's around.
It's not my way...
to let you go,
When you are down.
But,
You are Free, to go places,
I refuse to hold you captive;
Free to experience life,
I refuse to shelter you
from life's wisdoms.
Free to express your individuality,
I refuse to harness
your speech and thoughts.
Together,
We will remain,
Friends.
For it's not my way to shun you,
when your steps seem to falter....
However,
Dil To Pagal Hai, Manta Hi Nahi!
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| zero gravity |
Posted
on 11-May-03 08:43 AM
TRANSFORMATION
My elusive poetess
Oh, the sweet temptress
You allude, you beckon
And yet you deny the very seed from its reality
The seed aspires to be a plant
Nay, nay, the seed's reality is the plant
Do not hinder the inevitable
It is our nature to love and be loved
So, come dear, whisper me, nibble my ears
Let our seed grow into a plant
Nay, nay. Why stop there? Let a garden grow, let a thousand flowers bloom!!
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| ebony_firefly |
Posted
on 11-May-03 09:03 AM
yet another thread
poetries with anticipations
its a another spring
blac_
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| le chef du nuit |
Posted
on 11-May-03 05:39 PM
spring turns to summer
millions and millions of thirsty little bloodsuckers
bummer....
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| le chef du nuit |
Posted
on 11-May-03 05:54 PM
sit here and pick words with care anyone might read who knows who i know you scooby doo senseless words im no poet why? think. think more empty brain have an idea no words just this senseless rambling
crumple that sheet no erase from screen same thing only sometimes you delete good ideas cant smooth out what you wrote earlier sounded good like something you could use only its gone now
hours in front of screen could have finished paper instead writing this i dont know why. roomates here wants a smoke so im off too
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 13-May-03 06:15 PM
PRIDE AND PREJUDICE
My pride not the cause,
Nor my ignorance, your slight;
Your prejudice, my wound
for an email I did not receive,
And Did not reply!
My pride Not the reason for your prejudice!
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| Dr. No |
Posted
on 14-May-03 06:40 AM
WAR & PEACE
Will Peace get a chance?
Now that the Road Map is drawn
Alas! No drivers in sight!!!
HOPE & GLORY
Finally, the smoke has cleared
Some faint hope in the horizon
Dreaming of glory days!!!
THE SACRED & THE PROFANE
The ideals we hold sacred
Seems to have been hijacked midway
By the ultra-right neocon-cabal
curtailing liberties, expanding authorities
Playing on the fear
Building up the hype
Wrapping themselves around
The Stars and Stripes
Welcome to the "new & improved"
US of A!!!
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| zero gravity |
Posted
on 14-May-03 08:25 AM
EXPLANATION
Lately, have been entagnled in a few things
Let me conquer the demon Kali
And thereafter, I will be with you in email, flowers, gazals and dreams
I for u, forever!!
"Timi kandhara ma basi saajh ko aasha-bhari godhuli lai hera
Ma schitiz bani timro mana-mastika-ma aai pugne chhu"
ZG
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 15-May-03 08:17 AM
DEMANDS!
Send me a petal,
engraved with my name;
Send me a breeze,
cool the flame;
Send me a dew,
adorn my morning;
A painter's palate,
to color my evening;
A heartbeat,
to feed my pulse;
A soft breath,
that calls my name...
covers the distance,
envelopes the ether,
fills the space...
in a single whisper!
Send me...nature wrapped up in poetry, worded in silver, encased in simplicity and adorned in bold!
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| zero gravity |
Posted
on 15-May-03 09:26 AM
Sitara,
truly beautiful, sensational and may i add, arousing, poetry. wow!! the best of all the sajhaites i have seen thus far. this one i will keep!
with respect,
ZG
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| hard_ |
Posted
on 15-May-03 08:16 PM
Wish
-------
Take my voice,
for You're my reason,
Take my breath,
for You're my life
Will send you bouquet,
thorns mine to keep
Will send you the rain,
thirst for me to sip
Heart i've,
but beats to yours
your demands
my humiility to serve.
You bloom,
i want to see
for i am,
an admirer of the garden you nurture.
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| zero gravity |
Posted
on 15-May-03 09:15 PM
BUDDHA JAYANTI
Nature born through violence
The pain of a mother giving birth
Today, the conquerors are the civilized
And the vanquished maimed and tortured
Ignored
Ignorance is a form of violence, so is poverty
The mitigating forces of peace also born from a mother's womb
Preached in the words of Budha
The external struggle balanced by the internal search for the stable
Salvation is herein, not therefore
Happiness is within, not without
In these times of hatred and war, change and disruption
His teachings provide some hope, some light
Budha, the permanent element, in an world of impermanence
The teacher of all teachers, the final embodiment
Homage to your wisdom, now and always
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| dangggg |
Posted
on 15-May-03 09:55 PM
Guys,
Have you seen parijat around?
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| zero gravity |
Posted
on 19-May-03 04:55 PM
RESURRECTION
Under piles of sajha junk
Suprresed
Abandoned
My garden variety poetry suffocates
Six feet under
Villified, stoned and crossed - and yet the miracle happened
The resurrection, the manifestation of the divine, of hope and magic
May this thread too see a new light of day
Why do people go for the crash and vulagr, and leave the simple and beautiful?
Why are roads that lead to nowhere walked by a thousand souls?
Is beauty so overpowering that it is self-negating?
The plant's attempt to break out of the earth
The seed's attempt to break out of the pod
My attempt to please you
To love you
All futile, all futile
Blown away by the winds of callousness
Damn chinook, damn westerlies
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 22-May-03 10:11 AM
ADMIRATION
The very quality,
I admire...
I loathe,
with an intensity!
I Fear your independence!
T'was a post-breakup confession...
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 27-May-03 05:46 AM
WEATHER
Does the sky
match my overcast mind...
Does it cast
long shadows on yours?
Do my eyes mist?
Do they match
the moisture in the air?
Does my smile,
flicker like the feeble sun...
holding up the walls
lest the dams break...
enundating you
with a flood of emotions
long repressed
by the tides of time....?
Can you handle the crest and trough of my moody tsunami???????
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| DWI |
Posted
on 27-May-03 06:17 AM
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SAJHA
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The threads weave
a common garment
Some mingled some torn.
Oh, what a cliche
"Guys have you seen Parijaat around?"
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 27-May-03 09:46 AM
PARIJAAT
Perfect petals in golden sections,
Unbroken, unfettered when in fractions;
Crisp, white, tints of orange,
Nature in perfect symmetry,
poetic verses, lover's prose.
Fragrant as morning rose.
Parijaat...scattered, littered floor,
Blissful blossoms at my door!
Where is Parijaat???? Here she is in poetry...
An Ode to my favorite flower....
:)
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| zero gravity |
Posted
on 13-Jun-03 02:41 PM
KRISHNA
My blue eyed god
In the first glance, I prayed
In the second, I was in love
Along the serpentine river, we stroll with the breeze in good company
Lulled by the sweet laughter of the bathing gopinis
Coying from the gaze of the sun shifting through the clouds
Lord, Oh lord, in you I have found my world, though fleeting that you are!
Even in your absence, I feel your presence
My lord, my love.
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| le chef du nuit |
Posted
on 15-Jun-03 01:11 AM
WHEN DREAMS DIE
is the glass half empty
or half full?
the mechanics of optimism
fu*k it
i'll just get a smaller glass
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 21-Jul-03 11:33 AM
When dreams die...
give it a good funeral,
and a merry wake;
cremate the corpse,
and with Autumn leaves,
Cover up with a rake.
When dreams die...
just fabricate another,
ground it in reality,
justify some other.
When dreams die.... keep dreaming up some more! ;)
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| zero gravity |
Posted
on 21-Jul-03 01:29 PM
DREAMS
You say, "when dreams die, keep dreaming up some more"
But when the well's dry and the earth parched
No water can spring
When the sitar loses its melody or sitara her touch
No songs can resonate
Without the reverberating orchestra of the waterfalls
Without the musical union of the sitara with the sitar
What is there to dream of - what is there to admire?
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| whine and chij |
Posted
on 21-Jul-03 01:51 PM
Jero Gee, Ji,
You reminded me of the Langston Hughes classic:
Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 21-Jul-03 03:05 PM
Zero Gravity ji:
Touche!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)
T'was a long ago,
strings resonated in harmony,
eliminated the cacophony,
my fingers stopped the music,
But , the heart reverberates each "dhoon".
Raga Bhairawi, Raga Rajeswori,
from days long gone by,
my sitar, though stands silent,
in peaceful, tranquil slumber,
became my reality
and never quite a dream! :)
Hai hai! zero gravity ji... Playing the sitar was a period of "coming of age" for me. Although, I have stopped playing, I am an avid listener and fan of ragas played in any instrument; not just sitar.
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