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| SITARA |
Posted
on 26-Sep-02 11:19 PM
JUST WOUNDED!
Yes, I am wounded,
And the cut is deep.
I have tried to mend it
With wavering smiles,
With nonchalant shrugs,
With teary bravado.
Yes, I forgive,
as I extend my hand
In unconditional friendship
In respect to our past
In memories of our love,
YET,
I feel the blood
Slowly seep out
Of my heart as
My hands scramble
To contain it.
Yet it drips,
Slowly but surely
Like an IV drip.
It seeps thru'
my fingers,
to the floor.
As I stand
in a pool of blood,
Holding my heart
In my hand,
I realize how badly
I have been wounded,
Just, for having loved,
Unconditionally!!!!!!!!!
AFTER LIGHTNING STRIKES!
A flower so tiny and negligible,
yet so beautiful in its bloom,
A sparrow so brown not boring,
I see life in a bug,
and wonder in a weed.
A pebble looks so precious,
to my eyes sore from crying.
The dew on a leaf,
and the monsoon rains,
give vent to my emotions
long repressed.
And Now,
the grounds are quenched
by the pure emotions
flowing freely.
The sky has cleared
My mind so blue.
The dance of life
Reverberates in my heart
The darkest of night, brings back the dawn;
Of a new tomorrow,
of life worth living,
of hands worth holding.
the calm decends upon my soul
After Lightning Strikes!!!!!!!!!!!
Sitara: Always a Zennist! :)
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| Soberly_Stoned |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 12:01 AM
NICE ONE!
"Tears will leave no stain,
Time will ease the pain,
For every light that fades,
Something beautiful remains!
Wish you all the best for coming out of that shell :) and paint life with yor endowed, and astonishing capability
Regards,
S_S
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| Suna |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 06:58 AM
Beautiful poems Sitara!
You paint such vivid pictures..do you paint in real life as well??
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| dirk |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 08:29 AM
Once again......wizardry of words....Sitara.....what can I say? You are truly amazing!
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| Dumbao |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 08:41 AM
Sitara ,
Awesome job. Mannu parcha ba tapailai ta.
Recently I was going through all of Edgar Allan Poe's stories and poems. The eloquency you have shown is close to Poe's literary capacities. Therefore, I am least hesitant to say, You are Nepali Edgar Allan poe. Because of you being Sitara, I am gonna say
Edagarni allani Poeni,:):) Ha ..ha :):)
Let them keep coming, no ! not coming, rather flowing .
Tapaiko Prashansak
Dumbao
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| e.s.p. |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 09:07 AM
Blame
As I squirm in the pain
of your absense
I know I'm the one to blame
As I long for your tender touch
and your sweet voice
I know I'm the one to blame
As I miss your smile that
filled my heart with warmth
I know I'm the one to blame
As I twist in misery
knowing that you're gone
I know I'm the one to blame
Love blinded me into thinking
love was eternal
For that I'm the one to blame
And now you're gone
and I'm blaming myself
Because
I'm the one to blame
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 09:11 AM
Sitara
Very nice:)
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| Deep |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 09:18 AM
"...I realize how badly
I have been wounded,
Just, for having loved,
Unconditionally!!!!!!!!! "
Sitara ji, a nice presentation.
Do you want to escape
if you are not trapped
what is a freedom without restrictions
Do you want to pretend
if you got nothing to hide
what is a truth without lies
Do you want to foget
if you are not remembered
What you have belongs to others
Do you know?
?
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| jira |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 09:22 AM
Sitara ji!
Bado Marmik recha nee yo ta!!
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| ebony_firefly |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 11:20 AM
deep bro what about life ltself?
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| ebony_firefly |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 11:27 AM
nice one ,sitara;)
let me try continuing..
sun sets in west
cloud is gaining colour,
blood is seeping from its heart.
in the dark night,
sky reveals its wound to the world,
in the moon.
fire catches in my heart,
smoke envelopes within,
tear drops decends from the eyes
admist this hungry crowd
i hide my wounded heart
wearing flesh and bones
for, i have been wounded
just,for having loved ,
unconditionally...
blac_
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| ebony_firefly |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 11:30 AM
nice one ,sitara;)
let me try continuing..
sun sets in west
cloud is gaining colour,
blood is seeping from its heart.
in the dark night,
sky reveals its wound to the world,
in the moon.
fire catches in my heart,
smoke envelopes within,
tear drops decends from the eyes
admist this hungry crowd
i hide my wounded heart
wearing flesh and bones
for, i have been wounded
just,for having loved ,
unconditionally...
blac_
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 12:10 PM
Wow! Goodness Gracious!!!! :)
What beautiful responses filled with warmth and poetry....!
Isn't it about life???? Philosophy guides your sanity and pragmatism grounds your reality! hoina? Can we compartmentalize either and yet live in both????
Thank you! I am so moved!!!!
ESP ji, "Blame" ...... Here is a theory of mine.....
No regrets, Never regrets!!!! If you have learned, you can move on....if you have not, it will repeat itself!!!
Hehehe!...... Ok...just wanted to show the polarities in life....through simple ZEN
Yes, I am a Zen pusher!!! :)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 12:19 PM
Suna, yes...I paint, for self expression.... :) It is called painting in erratic asymmetry!!!!!!!!
My version of "art for doodling sake:!!! ;)
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| Deep |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 01:03 PM
"Deep bro what about life ltself?"
What about it Ebony bro? life is an exercise of freedom within servitude. what else?
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 03:57 PM
Wow....kabita haro ko marathon....:)
Nice going!
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| Najar |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 05:47 PM
Sitaraji,
I have become your instant FYAN too. Can I also get in line for your darshan once you decide to grant audience? I know I know, i am after anepalikt, deep, suna and may be others. But wanted to write my name on the list in case you forget.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 08:54 PM
Najar ji...
What list???????? I only carry a little black book! :) Thanks!!
Well, everyone has been very generous in their praise...ni and I feel I am floating in cloud 9 or 7th heaven!
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| Nepe |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 10:26 PM
Sitara,
Beautiful poems indeed. But honestly I find almost every posting of yours like natural poetry. And irony as it may sound, when you try formal poetry, it looks like artificial poetry of other self-concious poets. I like poetry because of its music, because of the freedom it gives you to exaggerate, to hide, to pretend in-depth comprehension or innocence as per your mood and convenience. I like poetry because, with it, you can deceive even the most brutal and suppressive regime (Our Kabi Shiromani could write ‘Pinjada ko Suga’ and still get praise from Ranas !). But does Sitara need poetry ? Does a sea need to present herself in a gagro ? I wonder.
e.s.p., I would not call it a poem. But it is a beautiful song.
Deep, really beautiful poem. Inspiring !
Junkiri Kali, astonishing, especially,
sun sets in west
cloud is gaining colour,
blood is seeping from its heart.
in the dark night,
sky reveals its wound to the world,
in the moon.
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| deep |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 10:29 PM
Nepe ji,
thanks tara ke garne mero dui sabda lai sitara ji le "baal" dya haina!!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 10:57 PM
Nepe ji...........
I agree with you! I don't write poetry...I can't rhyme and reason at the same time!
Many of my writings have no "soor na taal" ...really just an emotive explosion...which seems to strike at random. These were written a long time ago.... just a depiction of a state of mind...hardly poetic.
And thank you for your kind words. :)
Deep ji...sorry, I did not mean for it to come like that...truly. I really enjoyed your poem.... "kaambata, looki chori lunch time ma lekheko...could not be so detailed ni...!"
Here is one question though..."what is that freedom that Obsesses you to search for it?"...is it really freedom?
Soberly stoned... your words move me. Ebony ji and Deep ji...I cannot say enough to express my admiration for your poems. I wish I could write with such depth and though
Warm thanks! :)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 27-Sep-02 11:00 PM
thought*
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| kalanidhi |
Posted
on 28-Sep-02 01:44 AM
STILL WOUNDED!!!
_____________The night of darkness__________
AS I LOOKED OUT THE WINDOW OF THE NIGHT
AND STARE INTO THE DARKNESS.
A WAKING NIGHTMARE OF DELIGHT
ETERNAL BLACKNESS UNTIL SUNRISE.
THE SPIRIT OF DARKNESS FLOWING THROUGH YOU BLOOD
FOREVER LASTING HAPPINESS.
A SINGLE DEATH ONCE A NIGHT
TO QUENCH THE THIRST OF THE ILVING DEAD.
NOT EVEN A CORPSE LEFT TO ROT
THEY VANISH FROM THE DARK PARKING LOT.
DEATH..................DEATH.................DEATH..............
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 28-Sep-02 03:17 PM
Kalanidhi ji...
Thank you... for the poem :)..... every second is death, because the next second is born......never reborn!
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| najar |
Posted
on 28-Sep-02 03:23 PM
Sitaraji,
You always talk about hiding above the cloud, floating on the cloud. How about in days like today when there is no cloud (at least in place where i live) . The sky is clear, sunny and open. Perhaps you can be seen on those days? Should I look outside my window? :))
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 28-Sep-02 07:10 PM
Najar Ji....
Yes, the weather was beautiful (at least in the place where I live too :)! Those cloudless, beautiful days, I hide in the corona of the sun (...only seen during eclipse!! ;)!!!!
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| surya |
Posted
on 28-Sep-02 07:20 PM
Sitara! Had I know that I would charge you rent or at least ask you to have coffee with anepalikt.
haha
Yes, wasn't it gorgeous today. Went to the park and lay on the grass. Came home though with some sort of insect bite that made my knee swell up. So much for getting in touch with nature:)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 28-Sep-02 07:24 PM
Surya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Really, poor insect...you must have squashed him/her/it with your knee!!!! :)
Ebony, Ebony!!!!!...........Are you ok...my firefly???????????
Just checking! :)
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| surya |
Posted
on 28-Sep-02 07:48 PM
Bichara insect re! Mero ghuda yah sunnera kasto cha!
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| Hellbound |
Posted
on 28-Sep-02 07:56 PM
Sitara...wonderful poems, and
You left me feeling jagged, ragged,
Emotionally worn out.
You left me in the darkness of a soul’s most
Haunted doubt.
You tore into my skin,
Burrowing your way into my soul.
You left me with a wound,
Achieved your painful goal...
You turned my life into shambles,
You brought me nothing but pain
And yet I still persisted
Let you play mind games…
You pulled me into ecstasy
And embraced the carnal fire...
You filled my waking moments
With a dangerous desire.
for, i have been wounded
just,for having loved ,
unconditionally...
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 28-Sep-02 09:02 PM
Surya..........;)
Ya... that too! Ani, malam lagayo ki, patti?
tolya...me a zennist! :(
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 28-Sep-02 09:05 PM
Hellbound ji...
How poignant! Makes my pain seem less now... Thanks!
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| Hellbound |
Posted
on 29-Sep-02 12:01 AM
But,
wounded hearts are the lucky one!!!! @Sitara
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 29-Sep-02 03:49 PM
Hellbound ji;
Is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved?????????
Thanks...!!! :) as long as you don't get too attached to the pain...hoina?
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| tizzy |
Posted
on 03-Oct-02 11:48 AM
..it Is sitara...(or so i think) .....as goes the murphy's law...but o'course depends upon people...
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