| samana! |
Posted
on 15-Aug-03 08:36 PM
An unanswered question&
Amazing however it may come out,
Who knows how it spear
Never u knew, or ever I will know
Its the dilemma surpassing the fate,
Life never seemed so dazzle
That somehow I now find muzzle
Am baffled, sway here and there,
Find it no way out, I am frazzled
The question goes to you, my destiny!
Where should I be taken? But being empty
I feel stiff and stun, when I see the way out
Beginning, that my virtue holds up
I feel as if I am answered,
Alas! Never it was true, never will be,
Its all forsaken dream that u came up with
I realized, its all upshot at last that still counts upon!
Hey! You&tell me!
Do you have answer to my unanswered question?
Find guts, rejoin freely&let it go, let it flow,
Strength of mind that holds me up, see how it puffs
I see far across a hazy shade,
Stares at me, abruptly I feel as if i m drifted
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| ozdownunder2 |
Posted
on 15-Aug-03 09:14 PM
I am your's truely Casanova
Read between the lines of his tales-
their disguises physical and spiritual-
and behind the ribbons, masks and frills
we run up against this harsh reality:
that long life so rich in adventures
was filled with second or third rate women
whose favours he paid through the nose for.
His 'Grandi Avventuri' mostly begin
from the fact that he gave his ladies
(on their husbands) rings, carriage-rides, cash,
acquiring thereby fifty to sixty kilos
of flesh, smiles and kisses thrown in.
The funding he needed for such exploits
he got, moreoften than not, from cards,
his expertise at bending the rules.
Love had nothing to dowith it. Athlete,
all-wrestler, tightrope-walker, magician-
these were what he was, a laureate
in trickery, cold-blooded acrobat
cool and collected even amidst the blaze
he himself had provoked, inside his pocket
a stiletto, some jokers, a rope ladder
Someone who at the end of the day
has betrayed and derided everything,
adventure itself....
What about yours and mine right now me darling ?
We can do the Indian magician's standing rope trick and vanish !
What do you say my dream SITARA ?
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