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| oys_chill | Posted
on 15-Nov-03 08:46 PM
Since I am a new dedicated member for FOSLA, I think i'd rather start contributing to it. The following piece is inspired by M.P's few "harafs" on the other thread! ************ Final Cut ************ I don't want to write again But the pen moves in this uneasy vein For the feeling of her fading off, My life is crumbling with every puff. I sit here waiting for her long, Heart pounding hard, singing that mellow song. But illusions alone can't pacify My shattered feelings, do you know why? Thin, silky strands that are lying around, Indelible aroma that knows no bound, Ceaseless wonders in the cold hard bed, Its so dark, yet the curtains are shed. I exacerbate with every passing tick, wondering bout every fated flick. Memory still persists of her smile, Warmth embraces me from many a mile. Fragile stab yet it pricks so much, Is it me or your magic touch? I can't think, can't pray..can't even drink. Something went wrong,and life's on the brink. |
| Biswo | Posted
on 15-Nov-03 09:46 PM
A sure sign of being eligible FOSLA is starting to write poem. That is prerequisite for initiation in this cult, and Oysji, You just passed the initiation test, (This means If I were a judge, mero tarfa baata pass.) However, a note of caution is: FOSLA's main objective is to reduce the number of eligible members it has. |
| nuts | Posted
on 15-Nov-03 10:05 PM
Imagine a day when the association is 100% successful in meeting it's objective.. self destructive, eh? :) |
| M.P. | Posted
on 15-Nov-03 11:10 PM
I just heard from another FOSLA member (way senior to me) who was so drunk last night that he had to spend most of this morning (saturday) apologizing to people in his college. Pretty sad. :) -------------- "I can't think, can't pray..can't even drink. Something went wrong,and life's on the brink." (Oys, 2003) Oys, In response to these touching lines of yours, let me post here a response I gave to a poet in another site: Poem lekhyou, dukha maanyou, aashu tesai pokhiyena Tara, Tagaaro le baato chhekchha, yaatra kintu rokidaina! Btw, it was great chating with you the other day. :) ------------ Biswo dai*, are you saying you are disqualified to become a member? We have not seen any of your poems around (or is it just me?). Subha kaam maa kina dhilo, la jaawosh eutaa! M.P., Nov 16 2003 *I have explained the use of this word several times. I have neither the will nor the energy to copy-paste the explanation again. :) |
| Biswo | Posted
on 16-Nov-03 03:13 PM
>Biswo dai*, are you saying you are > disqualified to become a member? Disqualified re? If I had put all those lousy poems together , it would have been the longest anthology of bad poems ever produced. And yea, I guess I have to swalow this 'dai' thing willynilly, M.P. Bhai. Guess I am becoming older now, there is no denying it. |
| oys_chill | Posted
on 16-Nov-03 09:53 PM
Nidra devi is getting impatient, but I told her that I have another due to pay for my FOSLA..........I wonder, if the era was in the 1920's who'd be the member of the year for this FOSLA cult? I am sure franz kafka would top the list easily....why? The gesture of rejection which always met me did not mean "I don't love you" but rather"you can't love me", as much as you'd like to; you are unhappily in love with your love for me, yet your love for me isn't in love with you. Therefore, its not right to say I've known those dreaded words " I love you". All I have known is the expectant silence that should've been broken by my saying " I love you" ~Kafka (1922) |
| SHaddy_Clown | Posted
on 17-Nov-03 05:50 AM
hey Bro.. whoever Kafka is.. Are you saying you never told her that you loved her? Or is this just same the rest of the poetic tragedies? Please don't mind.. I'm only curious. :-) ShadY |
| Biswo | Posted
on 18-Nov-03 04:02 PM
MPji, Though I didn't write poems, here is one thing I wrote long ago in sajha. May be you will be convinced of my qualification for this group. http://www.sajha.com/archives/openthread.cfm?threadid=6168 |
| Biswo | Posted
on 18-Nov-03 04:03 PM
Yea, I know how to write links correctly:-) . http://www.sajha.com/archives/openthread.cfm?threadid=6168 |
| oys_chill | Posted
on 18-Nov-03 10:41 PM
Hey Biswo dai, I don't know how I missed that grandiose posting :)...must have been THOSE days of rage and restlessness. The questions you dig deep in that posting are the very ones I've been trying to comprehend. uhhh! I remember something......a sorta feeling I've been having lately....this thing about beauty..why does it haunt us so much. "I looked at her. Her hazel eyes. yes they were hazel, or was it the contacts..i don't know but they blended with her hair. Mere hair and eyes, I must confess, the infectious blend of beauty. Then, I began wondering, how come I did not notice her..for three years....sitting in the same class, sometimes on the same row. She looked a mere mediocre student. But things had changed, the more I talked, her beauty gained new height. Then there was a plateau. When you rise, there's a fall...and sometimes the falls are harder and raw. We stopped talking again. A subtle avoiding that couldn't be observed, but only felt through hearts. Then I looked at her again. I could only see her. Her eyes shimmering, and her hair overflowing...she looked like a goddess. I ceased seeing other people. The harder her indifference, the more beautiful she transpired for the next day. Her soothing voice, semi stretched lips, killer eyes had taken a permanent conquest in my feeble mind. Helpless I felt, I couldn't even compliment her about her divine beauty ......I long to see the day when she'll be mediocre again" |
| Biswo | Posted
on 19-Nov-03 07:20 AM
Oys bhai, So thou art a trueblue FOSLA,huh. Anyway, I guess this is universally experienced by everyone. What is important is not to lose the power to differentiate between the attainable and illusory longings. Take care. |
| oys_chill | Posted
on 20-Nov-03 11:10 PM
***As the moon lingers a moment over the bitter roots before its routine descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with a song, and I find myself humming, not to the music..but some place else. A field of grass where noone seems to have been, except the deers and the memories strengthned by your dancing in my awkward arms!*** Eventually, all the memoirs of life merge into one, and a river runs through it! (courtesy: A river runs through it) |
| tramplecherry | Posted
on 20-Nov-03 11:55 PM
fosla ta fosla but this is exasperated fosla forced backtracking I prepare myself, lie back and dive into moments once lived They've grown dusty in the rack of memory, put away Too Long I can't conjure up your face, believe me I try And your words, your words they reach me but why are they shy they don't hint, they hide. I find out I can create reality from the depths of dreams but I cannot re-create what has never been |