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| Namitakiran-Thuene |
Posted
on 14-Mar-02 08:16 AM
When Chaos reigns (just look at Sajha.com world) I turn to poetry for a refuge. It would be interesting to see how many will ignore this to jump into the "Hitman" and "personal ad."
Life in a Blase' Lane
In one hazy afternoon,
In one of my drunkenness stupor,
I vomited on a side walk,
Right there,
a sparkling clean,
Bending ninety degree,
I let all out.
Funny thing happened.
People kept on walking,
Right by me,
Not throwing so much a glance,
Let alone a full look,
They kept their pace,
Right Left Right Left,
Coffee in their hand,
Animated conversation,
Mothers dragging their,
Wailing tots in a bright parka,
And, some even nearly
Fell,
Slipping of the fine,
Mosaic of my
Debauchary.
Exhausted and bewildred
I sat right next to It
Coat in my lap,
I picked on
Where I had left off,
I Threw up,
Even more,
And, they kept
On passing
right by me.
Namita Kiran-Thuene
March 13, 2002
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| Xena |
Posted
on 14-Mar-02 09:31 AM
It is so hard to believe
It is so hard to acknowledge
IT is so hard to even think
That people can act this way
So rude, so much unlike human
Hurting feelings, crushing hearts
In all possible ways they can
It is so hard to believe
So much hard to even feel
That they can do things
Crossing all limits of mankind
They don't care if you're even hurt
They don't care if you're even crushed
They keep repeating, they keep doing
Things that shatters you deep down
Hey..wait..look before you hurt someone
Feel before you kill someone
With your words like acid.
Remember you're being watched
Remember there is someone above
looking at each move you perform
Do you have an answer
A clue for what you are doing?
All people have heart
Everybody feels
your words tears their hearts too
Think before you act
Just once for sake
Try and make this world
A better place to live
Live your life and
Let others live
NO hassels,NO fear
No tensions, NO scare
Keep your smile in your face
And in your words as well
Always live and let others live as well
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Posted
on 14-Mar-02 12:56 PM
I knew all of them were bad
I knew they were lowly
Because when they saw a stranger in pain
Their forehead did not frown
I knew they were selfish
Because they walked hastily
To pass by the stranger
And I felt their breath of relief
Once they secured a safe distance
I knew they were not who they pretended to be
Because I saw them greeting their poorer relatives
With the brightest smile
That disappeared faster than they said good bye
I knew there was something wrong
Because I saw them throwing a suka at beggars
With invisible compassion and
Throwing a glance at a pretty lady
With visible passion
Within a fraction of a minute
I knew they were bad
I thought they were bad
Until one day
I accidentally came
Face to face
With
A
Mirror
Since then
Mirror
Has been
My tutor
Although
I have not learned anything really.
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| Naresh featuring Namrata |
Posted
on 14-Mar-02 06:21 PM
I am nota poet but I do love poetry and admire who writes it. Here is one I got from net.
Its a very good peom. Here it goes.
.....................A love poem .............
Sitting across from you I look at your qivering hands so close but so far away so near but miles apart
I lean forward, trying to tell you but the reality checks in a cold draft ...
"ma'm shall I tell you today's special?"
Silence. Empty plates. I look into your eyes very quiet but tells volume
I hear you talking but I am not listening I am in my own reverie in a different time zone light years away
I am waking up with you. I am walking along with you in the midst of swirling fog I am listening to your whispers
"I love you, I love you, I love..."
"Coffee or tea?" The rude awakening
"No, thanks. Just the check please" you are signing off and I feel - also my life, my world and my soul
BY Namita Kiran.
Baltimore
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| Naresh featuring Namita |
Posted
on 14-Mar-02 07:02 PM
Galti bho....in above posting it should be Naresh Featuring Namita NOT Naresh featuring Namrata.
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| namitkiran-thuene |
Posted
on 14-Mar-02 07:31 PM
Dear Naresh,
We all know you have been quite disruptive. But, without too much going into psychoanalysis, I think you think you think you are being neglected. Therefore, no matter how, where when you do find a way to draw attention to yourself...
Anyways thank you for bringing that poem here in this thread. I wrote that poem around 95-96, one of my first poems. If I were to write that again I would have ended differently. I am almost embarrased actually how amateur it looks.
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Friends, why don't we post poems - your own or some great poems you read? That would be a much needed divergence from the bad stuff going around, don't you think? ..........awaiting to see more poems.
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