| Username |
Post |
| hard_ |
Posted
on 04-Dec-02 09:02 PM
To the SPIRIT of Thee:
--------------------------
searched there,
searched here,
searched everywhere,
thought u'd be looking,
thought u'd know,
thought u'd come,
still i hope,
still i wait,
still i anticipate,
if thy exist,
if thy behold,
if thy see,
why thou art numb?
where art thou?
when shall thou show?
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 04-Dec-02 09:30 PM
What a nice poem! I've become speechless.....
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 05-Dec-02 05:13 AM
hard j bhaye ni yor poem rocks!
here's toast to the spirit of the ethyl spirit re kya ;)
oys
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| soulfree |
Posted
on 05-Dec-02 05:42 AM
Nice!!
Contrary to some poems in Sajha, your poem sounds so simple, yet effective.
You better sit down and start writing the follow up.
:)
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 05-Dec-02 05:47 AM
btw, where art thou numb re?
lau ek chin ta maile pheri comfortably numb lai samjhi ra ni ;) kaso rusty, soulfree bros ;) old names, die hard! eheh
oys
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| soulfree |
Posted
on 05-Dec-02 06:17 AM
forgot to smile!!
:D
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| soulfree |
Posted
on 05-Dec-02 06:17 AM
Oys,
Becareful of diehard fan, for it may give you shock even after if it is unplugged!!!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 05-Dec-02 06:55 AM
Hard ji
Simple yet expressive!
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| Jayahos |
Posted
on 05-Dec-02 07:45 AM
Nice one hard_ jyu!
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| OneGirl_123 |
Posted
on 05-Dec-02 09:55 AM
nice one hard!
seeing ur soft side now! :D
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| hard_ |
Posted
on 05-Dec-02 05:14 PM
when heaven pours from above,
its time for earthlings to drink it up.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 05-Dec-02 06:58 PM
When the heavens open....
I dance in the snow and the rain, revelling in the joys of nature! :)
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 05-Dec-02 08:58 PM
And when there is nature's display of miracle,
even a stranger like me,
is compelled to drop by,
and see the play,
in the snowy evening at the woods,
evenso I have a far away to go,
to me every play of nature is a miracle,
every cubic inch of space is a miracle....
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| SimpleGal |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 04:29 PM
Robert Frostji,
I can't help being SO damn attracted to your name! :) My favorite poem, as was J.L. Nehru's, is the one written by someone who inspired your sajha identity!
"Stopping by woods on a snowy evening." The lines where Nehru's and my love for R.Frost lie:
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.
And your poem is certainly beautiful as well.
Hard_ji,
Excellent poem! And a query that has lingered in the human mind from eons gone by and eons to come!
In peace.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 07:48 PM
Frost ji
To continue...
If Gaia was a stranger,
then nature would be in danger;
for every inch of space,
would not be occupied;
by miraculous eyes,
that beholds beauty!
:)
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 08:28 PM
Two roads diverged in the woods,
I, took one less travelled by,
and that has made,
all the difference!
the danger of nature,
is just the way of life,
I shall be telling this with a sigh,
that every inch of space,
is like a heart,
once given,
cannot be occupied!
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| Logical Sense |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 08:32 PM
I just can't write a poem!!
I try hard_
I try Simply (Gal)
But I can't write a poem.
I am Rusted
I am Soulfree
But I just can't write a poem.
I Chill (Oys) at night
I am (Rober) Frosted
But I just can't write a poem.
I am Jaya (hos)
I am Sitara
I am a girl (OneGirl)
But, I just can't write a DAMN poem.
- happy weekend folks
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 08:35 PM
... the road less travelled,
holds the key;
to the heart once given,
that cannot be retrieved;
why oh why,
did you deviate from the norms?
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| taha cha |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 08:41 PM
Thou aren’t far away
Thou aren’t stranger
Thou beholds.
Thou the audianc, life the stage
We the stars
Thou not evaluate
Rather gaze in love.
Thou not faraway
Thou behind and above nature
Thou within heart and soul
Thou closer than heartbeat
Look harder within.
[Sitara ji, I am not a poet but I pretend :-(]
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 08:44 PM
frosti ji,
do u remember these lines??
Let the night be too dark for me to see!
INto the future, let what will be, be ;) re kya
and I have lost all my (logical) sense! ;)
oys
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 08:47 PM
norms are but to deviate,
which lies beneath the beauty of oneself,
I shall retrieve a broken heart,
when the woodbine berries litter the yard,
and I will come forth into the porch,
when, then let us look together into the sky, shall we?
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 08:54 PM
Taha cha
Nice! nice! nice!
My eyes brim,
with unshed tears;
as I try in vain,
to explain what is obvious to me;
But NOT to you!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 09:02 PM
And from the pile of Autumn leaves,
I will retrieve the colors;
that were once lost,
in the whirl of wintry snow;
and from the covered footprints,
I shall retain the images of your steps,
As they retrace away from my doorsteps!
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| Kalanidhi |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 09:04 PM
Robert Frost,
reminiscing.......
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Kasto laagyo?
Sitaraji,
hamro milomato vayo haina ta ?
How can you write so good ? - - - - WoW !!!!!!!!!
SimpleGal,
I haven't had time to get back to you. I know, I still owe you something.
Kalanidhi
UC Berkeley
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 09:07 PM
blessed shall be me,
to be standing in your doorstep,
if roads shall diverge,
I shall choose the one,
going towards you,
coz with u,
begins the charm,
with u ends the glory,
of my worthless journey!!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 09:08 PM
Kalanidhi ji
Thank you! You write well too,...very! There never was any hard feelings ni! :)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 09:18 PM
My door steps are paved,
Not with gold;
those who step,
may slip and fall;
And I can only,
extend my hand,
and help you to your feet!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 09:24 PM
And I am as lost as you are,
looking for the Northern star;
Perhaps I can help,
in your quest for direction;
and we can take,
the road less travelled;
to waters uncharted,
hands held, strong and supported,
together but not merged into oblivion!
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| Kalanidhi |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 09:43 PM
To the spirit of thee _ _ _ _
Hold me tight in your soul
Feel me, hear me,
Catch my voice, follow my steps.
Pour yourself over me,
Like a swarm of starved birds
Like scattered pollen in the air.
Hold me tight in your soul
Blend into my voice,
Sing through me, within me,
Break into tears,
Freeze the time,
Feel the unity.
Hold me tight in your soul
Pour Hold me tight in your soul
Pour yourself over me,
With the warmth of your soul
With the waves of your joy
Melt me in your whole.
With the waves of your joy
Melt me in your whole.
Kalanidhi
UCB
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 09:59 PM
....frozen tears,
bleeding heart,
sewn with spit and tears,
patched up with tatters of Philosophy,
guiding the northern lights of Aurora Borealis!
We will find our way, won't we?
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 10:05 PM
the love I cherish,
in my heart,
shall all be yours,
your story of emotions,
shall all be mine,
standing on your doorsteps,
I shall wait,
till u come and hold my hand,
together shall we be,
I will treat you,
with affection and tenderness,
nourish you with my quest,
the journey I took,
tell the northern lights of Aurora Borealis,
that we will find our way with lights and dark!!
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| Kalanidhi |
Posted
on 06-Dec-02 10:19 PM
No comments ????????
I feel thirst for you,
my soul is dry, parched.
My mind dull with ordinariness.
With slow moving pulse, I wait for the time,
The moment, when your light enters the room.
Like the rising of a full moon, chasing twilight shadows away
You bathe me in your soft glow.
My stream of life within swells, I am purged, refreshed,
my weakness I confess without shame.
The joy of your sound, your presence,
your very aroma, excites my primal senses.
I am helpless, yet mighty is my passion.
Kalanidhi
UCB
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 07-Dec-02 12:49 AM
Stand not at my doorsteps,
for you may not find me waiting;
I shall meet you half way,
and save you more than a mile;
hold not my heart,
into your own keeping;
For you may find it burdensome,
to match the rythmns within the smile.
Wear not my emotions,
for they be far too complex;
hold not the snow in your hands,
for they may seep through your fingers;
catch not my spirit,
for the elusive cannot be contained.
But I will walk with you,
to the land of the midnight sun;
in the plays of light and shadow,
through the diverging wooded path,
though harsh, unrelenting it may be;
But I cannot promise you my future,
For it does not belong to me!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 07-Dec-02 07:53 AM
Kalanidhi ji
Passionate poetries, you write.
Romance and passion,
cosumed in the blaze;
kindle all that was lost,
devour and incinerate;
but when the ardence is gone,
and the shadows are chased,
when the moon wanes,
and the frigid air heralds in the winter,
Can you tolerate,
the lull after the acrimonous hurricane?
I have been reading all of your poems... really exquisite!
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| Onegirl_123 |
Posted
on 07-Dec-02 12:04 PM
hehe Logical, that cute!
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 07-Dec-02 02:38 PM
your unpleasantly coarse and rough ways,
wanting to be severe and cruel,
your ferocious and barbarious savage,
has lead me to believe that,
you don't inflict pain,
but rather your sweet ways,
of telling me to come with you!
for I ask myself,
can the faries of eden be so malicious??
snows of woods don't seep through fingers,
for ask the man who has grown up in snow,
how to handle them with care?
he will suffice that,
only the cruel snows seeps through,
a benign snow remains!
you accede to walk with me,
deep into the woods I shall take you,
the material u maynot have seen,
for your future is not yours,
It is mine!!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 07-Dec-02 05:34 PM
There is no deception in my words,
no barbs in my ways;
I tell you what I have told many,
only truths never a lie.
I shy away from the world,
and from prying eyes;
my life is an open secret,
not tinged with feminine wiles.
My path but pre-charted;
My birth was never mine,
fallen, yet picked up,
and pinned upto the sky;
I have never asked for more,
but to hold your hand in mine;
I have promised not more,
than to give my touch benign.
And yet you have blamed me,
accused me of gore;
of promises unfulfilled and more;
of foulplay and deceit,
while my tears brim over to my feet;
and yet, out of vengeance,
you claim me with my future,
How can I entrust you,
What belongs NOT to me,
BUT to the house of death?
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 07-Dec-02 06:39 PM
A touch so benign, may beseech my plea,
for all I have is a heart, nothing to foresee!!
when cherry bloom went down in showers,
the leaves are old and that for flowers,
you arrived upon with touch so genuine
still I claim with love that you are mine!!
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink,
one word touch upon my heart everytime,
I ask you, to love thee, have I committed crime?
Think that I may never live tomorrow,
as my life is filled with gloom and sorrow,
the hope I had to love thee lonely,
was just a mere dream, I will think, only!!
you have your tears brim over to feet,
it will dry, when the two hearts meet,
the house of death can take you away,
but till that happens, please don't stray!!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 07-Dec-02 08:21 PM
My touch is one of healing,
Of Reiki energy;
filled with gentle laughter,
suffused with gleeful smiles.
I have never given promises,
it has been quite a while;
Seldom whispered sweet nothings,
Nor descended from the skies.
My soul has travelled to Valhalla,
my spirit to the the valley of dead;
my presence fill the nature,
while I haunt the threads of Sajha.
And today I am honoured,
to have met your grace;
Eloquence, expression, articulation,
an example beyond compare;
And with this last confession,
I surrender with pleasure this verbal competition!
Bravo Robert Frost ji!!! you are one passionate, poignant and prolific writer! :)
Absolutely, thoroughly impressed!
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 07-Dec-02 10:46 PM
Are my words so crude??
Did I detriment your passion?
Am I a hinder, an impair?
an inferior, a void?
Then, why the white flag?
I would be held in veneration,
if I would be archaic,
to rule thyself out!
for I am nowhere reticent,
to your endowment,
if you allow,
me to surrender!!
A white flag raised,
to Sitara's power and endurement,
for thy shall follow,
the path you have showed!
you are a quotient,
for whoever is worthy,
of your love and lust,
I shall pray,
that he be sincere,
to your loyality, love and dedication!
Dearest,
Sir Robert Frost!
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| dirk |
Posted
on 08-Dec-02 12:45 AM
Frost hoina..malai ta Browning wa Shellley jasto lagyo. Sorry to interject in your crossfire of words of emotions and endearments. All I've gotta say is keep it up...u the prolific Frost and passionate, pulsating and poignant locution of a certain delectable damsel.
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| Freeek |
Posted
on 08-Dec-02 09:17 AM
Yeah, throw in bunch of heavy weight words from the dictionary and you are prolific writer. "oh look at that, he is using the words i don't even understand. No wonder, he knows everything. He is a great poet. Lets praise His(HER) work."
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 08-Dec-02 09:56 AM
Your words mellow, mellifluous,
How could I call it callow?
Void is where I reside,
Nihility's never a hollow.
The banner is one ofapplause,
one of homage and recognition;
twist not my words, nor misunderstand me;
this simple act of mine.
Never desired reciprocation,
neither do I kept count,
your generousity's put me to shame,
your emotions lucid yet profound.
Love has become generic,
Lust wanes with the moon;
hear not my words with trepidation,
my paranoia, my doom!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 08-Dec-02 10:00 AM
Dirk,
Thank you for your kind words! I will speak for myself; I enjoy writing and poetry. I know you do too. :) and when I am fortunate to meet someone who does (Frost ji), I have no qualms about going with the verbal flow and depiction/s.
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 08-Dec-02 10:15 AM
Freek ji
Freek, freek!
do I hear a shriek?
of a soul without poetry,
a mind lost in vocabulary?
Hark! hark! the dogs do bark!
the gully's are dark and dim,
wish I could , switch on those lights,
and make you see the beam!
Blink! blink! I cannot think,
the semantics just too long;
turn, churn the dusty pages,
of dictionaries seldom turned.
wish! wish! I wish I could,
give you my love for words;
perhaps, this christmas season,
the stork shall bring you, bountiful rhyme and reason!
Season's Greeting to you Freek ji!
:)
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| Freeek |
Posted
on 08-Dec-02 10:32 AM
Sitara,
Good job, keep it up!
There is always an exception, Right? You just proved that your dictionary is in your brain. What about others? Looks like they are still struggling on the Page 11. EHEHEH!!!
and oh yeah, season's greeting to you too sitara!
:)
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| taha cha |
Posted
on 08-Dec-02 11:50 AM
I wish you all luck,
Trying to find answers,
Trying to unlock a lock where there is no lock,
Trying to find love when it exists no further.
Indeed it is the quest of journey,
To find the answers to see the treasure,
It is faraway yet so close,
It is not me of who I speak,
It is ME of where I seek.
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 08-Dec-02 04:03 PM
The lust you hold,
with such feminine grace,
worthy of millions stars,
emitting luminous light!
For what I speak,
are thoughts behold,
What was it?
Did you call by my name?
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 08-Dec-02 04:07 PM
salutations to you Freek!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 09-Dec-02 11:42 AM
Wah ! wah! Taha Cha ji...
Very very Atma gyani-esque!
:)
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| Soleil |
Posted
on 09-Dec-02 11:50 AM
Amammamma dohori khelya ho ki ratyauli? Dohori khelya bhaye kasle jityo huh? :)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 09-Dec-02 12:00 PM
Soliel, Ra, Pyrenes,
What has brought you to this sneeze?
Surely not the wounded finger,
Must be the frosty, freezing breeze!
hehe! Hajurlai pani bronchitis bha jasto cha...did oys give it to you?
:P
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 09-Dec-02 12:13 PM
Poem ko dohori khelera marna lage jasto cha Sitara ra RF...
malai pani poem ko dohori ma participate ta huna man lagyo,,,Tara...timi haro lai disturb hune ho ki;)
Feri mero kabita ta hajur haro ko ek cheu pani auuna:)
Wa wa..nice going
Rust Dee Frost
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 09-Dec-02 05:15 PM
Rusty ji
A mind resting too long,
May rust the romantic song;
So, dust off your rust,
And let the dam bust;
let it snow! let it snow ! let it snow!!!!!!!
Rusti ji....
I would not mind another Snow day from my work! :)
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 10-Dec-02 03:00 AM
Dear maiden of Valhalla,
Damsel in the Valley of dead,
Snow white in woods,
Cinderella of palatium,
Yes I refer to you,
For I am deranged by you,
your ever so frantic and agile ways!!
for you maynot have seen,
a crazier one then me,
all I say I say within my heart,
its upto you, together or apart?
seeking with memories growing
dim everynight,
I play with dreams,
that wakes me up,
with sweats covering my corpse!
some resting flowers,
of yesterdays delight,
as some flowers lay,
withering on the ground,
I ask with open-heart,
is there a chance for,
a butterfly's life?
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 10-Dec-02 12:28 PM
Woe Me,Woo me not,
Cinderella's past midnight;
Be not deranged by a delusion,
The persona, a mere illusion.
Torture not your dreams,
neither your waking hours;
Seek not fleeting moments,
of dreams, desires, and demons.
I take refuge in isolation,
much solace in solitude;
a butterfly's life's too tragic,
too brief to titilate a serene mind's magic.
Just a Zennist! :)
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| Shiva Shiva!! |
Posted
on 10-Dec-02 02:29 PM
Sitara,
Wah!Wah!
Ful bhanu ki Jun bhanu, ma hajur lai dherai ke upama diu? kahile kabi ta kahile kathakar hajur ko gun gan kati gau?
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 10-Dec-02 04:06 PM
taking refugee in isolation?
solace in solitude?
why? O' grevious one?
when earnest and ardent,
your endearing and noble servant,
awaits! cherished gleefully,
your arrival!!
O Zennist one,
spreading peace all over,
when peace doesnot
prevail in my mind,
neither in my heart!
tragic is butterfly's life,
when no flower blooms,
when flower's blooming,
is the only thing,
a poor little butterfly,
can survive on!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 10-Dec-02 06:03 PM
Shiva shiva ji
Lau na! Kathro compliments.... do I really deserve such?
Ta ra, dhanya bad hajur! :)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 10-Dec-02 07:57 PM
Seven years of Famine,
seven years of plenty,
deluges swamp, ice freeze,
apocalypse there're aplenty.
Change is but ceaseless,
interminable perhaps, a dream,
ardour has no endurance,
neither, endearment steam.
Snowdays still aplenty :)
Winter still around,
Wishing Spring is wishful,
when flowers still aground!
How untimely, your blossoming,
metamorphing into grief,
spreading wings to blizzard,
emaciating life so brief.
Your desolation merges with ether,
your laments dissipate in space,
why wish upon a distant sky?
when Gaia is brimmed with grace!
O butterfly,
oh stranger of the woods,
stop not at each snowflake,
Scan not the desolate sky!
Hibernation's still in session,
change not nature's ways!
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 10-Dec-02 08:39 PM
Ba ba....sitara ji lai nasakne bhayo....
La la....keep it up
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| Robert F |
Posted
on 10-Dec-02 09:15 PM
Fear not damsel, inform gaia,
that the stranger from the woods,
has come to free his demoiselle,
secluded and equipped!!!
with love his infantry,
lust his stinger,
grace his courage,
bold and bravery,
his foremost armour!!
without you,
now no joy but lacks salt
that is not dashed with pain
and weariness and fault,
I crave the stain!!!!
If flowers are grounded,
the butterfly is doomed,
into the sky flies and flies,
till it firms a flawn!!
near the star,
that it loved the most,
brightest of all,
they both glistened and lost!
in the glory of love,
together ends the story,
of a butterfly and his feminine,
and today I bow my head,
to one of the most beautiful,
most gracious,
delightful and exquisite star,
it has been my pleasure,
to play along the lines lady!!!!
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 10-Dec-02 09:15 PM
Fear not damsel, inform gaia,
that the stranger from the woods,
has come to free his demoiselle,
secluded and equipped!!!
with love his infantry,
lust his stinger,
grace his courage,
bold and bravery,
his foremost armour!!
without you,
now no joy but lacks salt
that is not dashed with pain
and weariness and fault,
I crave the stain!!!!
If flowers are grounded,
the butterfly is doomed,
into the sky flies and flies,
till it firms a flawn!!
near the star,
that it loved the most,
brightest of all,
they both glistened and lost!
in the glory of love,
together ends the story,
of a butterfly and his feminine,
and today I bow my head,
to one of the most beautiful,
most gracious,
delightful and exquisite star,
it has been my pleasure,
to play along the lines lady!!!!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 11-Dec-02 06:11 AM
Frost ji
The season's taking shape,
frosty, cold and freezing ice;
ginger tea in warm hands,
my countenance a glowing smile.
A love of reading and wordplay,
creative semantics and metaphor,
emotive words, picturesque depictions,
your words cause my spirits soar.
Allow me to acknowledge,
The pleasure's surely mine;
you've bestowed much joy,
your words, poetry refined!
:)
Thank you ye hajur..... ! I have enjoyed you tremendously, o metaphoric writer. Your exquisite display of your love for nature reflects my own passion for the natural! The sound of silence as I walk through the snowy woods is not deafening; rather a serene, calm decends upon my being. The pairs of cardinals as they titter in the snow, completes the picture of an unadulterated, uncontaminated moment of sheer pleasure and jubiliance. Surely, at this display of magnificence, one cannot help but forgive Persephene's spontaneous seduction by the wintry wonderland of Hade's freezing underworld!
I wish you: Season's Greetings and Reiki energy!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 11-Dec-02 01:53 PM
To The Spirit of Thee.....
Just with a finger,
I trace the space,
engrave a name,in thin air,
with both hands,
outstretched, so eager,
I sculpt your form,and give it shape.
my eyes seek
with minute care,
the details of your face,
the soft breath inhales,
your very essence,
gently receiving your grace.
With quivering lips,
a slanted smile,
I speak but not a word.
My silence is
like the distance,
a connection through the void.
In the distance,
I hear soft music,
haunting notes of melodious voices.
of dances in embrace,
and whispered words,
distance a mere detail.
I'm falling,
freefalling
a ride through thin air,
my cool rational,
reason, and logic,
a chaotic mess, this season.
I dare not ,
define your form,
nor call you by your name,
I hold my breath,
hear your voice,
longing for your presence.
No past,
no future,
I live but for the moment,
no labels,
no promises,
no terms of endearment.
Just one question,
To the Spirit of thee:
Will you survive my Silence,
If I survive this Insanity???
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| PremPujari |
Posted
on 11-Dec-02 02:02 PM
aaanch, Sitara jyu,
Snow day ho ki kyaa ho aaja paani!!
ma lampasaar pare hazur ko pau dhogna. Baru tyo paau posh fukaali bakshiyos ta... hazur ko pencil heel ko chuchcho le ghochyo bhane ta aankhai futcha.. :)
Seriously, that fourth verse was awesome -- aankha bata mutu ma utrera, mero dhadkan mai basyo--- no kidding!!
>>> ooohi,
One of your n-th fans!!!! :)
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 11-Dec-02 02:05 PM
Tesai best poet ko award payeko ho ta hamro Sita Jyu le:)
Atiiii uttam kabita cha:)
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 11-Dec-02 02:07 PM
Tara.. Sitara Jyu le ta bihanai yo thread lai REST gareko haina? K ho..yesto
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 11-Dec-02 06:12 PM
Silence is a virtue,
valor the excellence,
insane and absurd,
the immoderate!!
To the spirit of thee alone,
the sky is arched,
to the spirit of thee alone,
the roses are red,
To the spirit of thee alone,
I rest in despair,
and looked beyond the earth,
for what I saw,
was beyond compare!!
a bright little star,
solitary and lonesome,
weeping in agony
weep! weep! sob! sob!
her tears showering
the tilted flowers,
asking it to bloom
for she loves a butterfly!!
your queries,
squeeze through my heart,
don't misinterpret me,
insane aren't my ways!
for O true Zennist,
with grace, I shall say,
You've filched my heart,
for I have no intention,
living in grief and anguish,
Keeping a creative mind,
an elegant star,
Silent!!!!!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 12-Dec-02 10:02 AM
Prem Pujari ji and Rusty
Thank you.... :)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 12-Dec-02 10:11 AM
Prem Pujari ji and Rusty
Thank you.... :) Cannot help but be moved by the weather, whether it rains or snows!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 12-Dec-02 12:29 PM
Alone or lonely?
two not the same;
Ask not the sun,
if he feels the pain;
Alone is void,
a meditative state of mind,
focus on the single breath,
Not breathlessness,a chaotic incline.
Just a butterfly?
Question not the devotion,
snow scooped,
bagged leaves,
eyes blend, no dicrimination
Oh one who knows the woods,
discriminate not God's creatures!
what queries you make,
tinged, shades of emotions.
Grief, anguish,
light versus shadow,
all but an emotion.
choose one,
not the other,
impoverish lore of living!
allow me a life,
tinged of all colours,
shaded by deadly darks,
crowded with eloquent silence,
allow me this outlier,
placed slightly off-centric,
nodoubt, a deviation from the norms!
:)
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| DHUMBASSE (DUMBASS) |
Posted
on 12-Dec-02 12:44 PM
aafu ta yeta aayera padhne sibaye ..kyai chian..twalla parera padhyo...tyetti ho..
Mero pani dui shabda " to the spirit of theee" ko spirit ma jawos...
"WAAF RE WAAF .."
...aafno tyo real spirit nabhai ta kkurai adkincha..dimagle sunya huncha..ke garne..
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 12-Dec-02 04:22 PM
Yes, Alone and lonely,
two not the same,
but one grieves misery,
other the pain!
A small little butterfly,
in pain and anguish,
is well enough to portray,
my state of distress!
for its you your ways,
the cause of throe,
why did you stray?
when I already bow!
Grief and anguish,
why choose one?
a stitch in my side,
O' zennist one!
Both are the same,
for a man ambushed,
in pain and suffer,
when his love so crushed!
silence and dark my life,
you think its a lie?
deviation from norms?
it never was my!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 13-Dec-02 11:54 AM
Launa Lau Frost ji....
I will send my positive energy
to help you survive the darkness!
Will send you Reiki thoughts,
to ward off the pain,
from ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
you shall rise like the Phoenix again!
Just a note of wisdom: don't fall for a distant,cruel, illusion!
hehehe! :P
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 13-Dec-02 12:11 PM
...........................
.............................
No past,
no future,
I live but for the moment,
no labels,
no promises,
no terms of endearment.
Just one question,
To the Spirit of thee:
Will you survive my Silence,
If I survive this Insanity???>
This poem was/is inspired by someone very dear and beloved to me.... and in my lyrical haste and poetic zen, :) floated around without acknowledging the cherished presence!
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 13-Dec-02 03:30 PM
Sitara Ji and RF,
Aba ta malai kabita lekna pani laaz lagcha... Yesto harip harip epic kabi haro ko agadi ma ta kehi haina... tara....here I go again -
Murky past
Dazzled present
Dreary future
Life of nix adore
beneath the frosty star-lighted hours;
Life of despair
amongst the spiky blossom of flowers;
Life of insanity
with the affluent smirk of fading day;
Life of wrecked vanity
on the rapture of sinister sway;
To the spirit of thee:
When will melody and moonlight meet
to blend their allure and hue?
When will the time and kismet intercept
to end the years of blue?
Still Incomplete!!! Yeslai arko thread ma pani rakhnu parla:)
Inspired by Sitara:)
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 13-Dec-02 04:32 PM
Rusty ji...
Do I really?
Inspire, I cannot not!
For what you express,
Lay half asleep in the sub-conscious of your mind!
Now It's awake! :)
Aati Ramro Rusty ji!
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 15-Dec-02 05:25 AM
Positive and Reiki thoughts,
why to a doomed?
no weight no worth,
all remain gloomed!!!!
inert and tortured,
I am weary and alone!!!
I swerve right and left,
to the memories that shone!!!
bright in the sky,
for a glimmer of hope,
alone and lonely again,
poor little dove!!!!!!!!
extended its wings,
away from this earth,
here anything that lies,
is all but dearth!
of love that he wished,
so badly to be his,
flew his heart out,
finally to decease!!!!
and that sadly ends,
the story of a dove,
mean and cruel,
obscured by his love!
Eventhough he is dead,
he remains as a symbol,
to spread peace and love,
to a solitary sole!!!
"I hang my head in shame,
and start to cry,
for the path I took,
I donot deserve to die"!!
Cried little dove,
inflicting pain and suffering,
the road he took gave him distress,
love never was an offering!!!!!!!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 15-Dec-02 12:01 PM
shhhhhhh!
Say the trees,
weep not at my feet;
salty water, I don't need.
Hush shhhh!
Says the cloud,
moistion not my air,
I am saturated, by your despair.
Stop!!!!!!
Say the flowers,
Note t'is Spring,
weep not, enjoy fragrance the flowers bring.
Hark!
cries the sparrow,
a new year is born,
loiter not, fritter not, dejected, forlorn.
Halt!
whispers Aranyani,
Goddess of the woods beyond,
seek not misery,
the doves heed not your mourn.
Cease!
says reason,
so Narcissus-tic your reaction,
is love returned,
when image is a mere reflection?
Think!
says logic,
a time for rebirth,
chose not desolation of your own accord.
Love,
is never an offering,
neither a sacrifice;
pleasures lie in arts of giving,
Pain lies in lulls before receiving!
Oh!
what love did you chose,
of instant gratification,
incoherent, illogical, unrequited emotions?
The star,
aloof, cool and distant;
guiding, shining, lighting your way,
naive, gullible are you...love's labour astray????
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| Rusty |
Posted
on 15-Dec-02 12:24 PM
Sitara Ji
I was never left so speechless...
All the great poets in the house... Wow
You can defy rest of the romantic poets in this world
:)
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| SimpleGal |
Posted
on 15-Dec-02 01:20 PM
Hello all,
Geez, all this exam prep has got me a headache!
A poem in the meantime. :)
I looked but did not see
The deep wound that time
Healer though it may be
Cut across those tattered clothes
That uncover you--and mock me.
I heard but did not heed
The resounding voice
Of human need
Muffled pleas that built into a crescendo
Dissipating like wind through a hollow reed.
I touched but did not feel
The waning pulse in your hand
My touch, you said, your wounds heal
But the weight of nameless things
Had turned my heart into steel.
I kissed but shed no tears
On those eyes that closed forever
Your brows that bore the weight of years
Were placid yet unquiet
Even in death you spoke your fears.
But I had so many things left unsaid
And so many deaths left undead.
In peace.
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| FREEEK |
Posted
on 15-Dec-02 01:28 PM
F*** this F*** that
We are about to lose Sajha.com
We need some action now
We are about to lose our Home
I can sense the storm approaching
I can sense my mind going numb
You guys are happy on one good poem
And some guy is making all of us Dumb
Wake up
its about time to take some action
WAKE UP~!!!
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| FREEEK |
Posted
on 15-Dec-02 01:44 PM
SIMPLE GIRL,
HONEST OPINION
it was the worst poem I've ever heard. It loses its grip every second line. It was worst than mine, and I am not a poet. Scribbling few lines with the help of few tounge twisting words is not poem. You write poems, and you probably know about it.
Don't mind though, Everyone in sajha is losing his/her grip anyway. Sitara is stuck to two threads. Seems like she is working on the poem factory. Ashu is on neverending vacation. Paschim is nowhere in sight. MP is lost. Deep's latest one sucks. Oys's memory lane is the only hope that we have, that came from him in 6 months. Rusty is rusted. Hahoo is busy procaiming himself #1. Paramendar is busy with the Aussie girl he is reluctant to call her his GF. NK is busy with kids, Dilasha is somewhere near Ashu. Jame bonds turned rebel. Jira, kalankisthan, Krishna are busy figuring out the chords. Suna only cares about "malai sodha" thread. Trikal lost his vision for the future. AnepaliKT turned American. Chipledhunga has slipped already. Soliel doesn't wanna finish his story, Dumbass is there but he is not really there. Biswo is lost, Biruwa finds sajha cheap these days, Robert Frost is busy staring at stars... and the list is endless. I don't wonder if you also lost your grip. EVEN Deshbhakta bhattarai is busy LEARNING HINDI. What the hell is wrong with these guys?
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| SimpleGal |
Posted
on 15-Dec-02 04:59 PM
Hahahaha! Freekji,
Thanks so much for your opinion. I know that poem of mine really sucked. I just scribbled it. My usual exam time JPT. :)
But hey, your analysis of sajhaites is really brilliant! The year end slump (??) or plain boredom has slowly snuck into the zest that made sajha and ruined it.
TS Eliot wrote in his "Hollow Men":
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
Your analysis is definitely a wake up call! I hope Eliot's lines do not foretell the future of sajhaland!
In peace.
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| Logical Sense |
Posted
on 16-Dec-02 02:41 PM
God, FREEK, I like your analysis about so called Famous Sajhaiites and not so called Famous Sajhaiites. Hmmm! What happened?
It has become 'leaderless' (ideal replica of Nepali politics - no binding figure). Everyone lost their charm, ideas, innovations. Everyone must be thinking 'been there done that'.
Or may be everyone is hybernating to come back with a big bang!
Let us keep hoping......
- iti
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 16-Dec-02 04:56 PM
FREEEK JI...
Surely, you do have an eye for details! :)
hehe!! was very funny and enlightening with much truth in what you have said!
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| Logical Sense |
Posted
on 16-Dec-02 07:46 PM
Logically Freek has to be re-incarnation of one of the Famous Sajhaiites of recent past!!!!!
Born on December 5th, 2002. 55 Postings in 10 days!!!!
Recently there have been flurry of re-incarnation of Sajha characters with so diversified names that, it is hard to keep track of.
Don't you think FREEKji that, this could be the very reason that most of the old Sajhaites are hybernating?
- iti
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| Robert Frost |
Posted
on 17-Dec-02 03:05 PM
my mourn is beneath me,
the love left so apart,
an instance was a dove,
for my loud cries for love!!
A limit for cruelty,
a boundary for coercion,
you have crossed everything,
with your indespensable remarks!
with a glimmer of hope,
I came from the woods,
for a love that I thought was mine,
beyond the stars that shine!!
for I had restrained,
that stars are static,
a stone-hearted one,
as I look through the attic!!
A bright blue primma,
twinkled seperate from the rest,
giving lumious light,
there it is! that ends my quest!
It was one of those ones,
when you look from distance,
it shines bright and lovely,
when you go near,
it BURNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I mourn through the darkness,
that hit me so hard,
I brim my tears,
as my love so apart!!
Can you differentiate??
a story of dove,
the quest of love,
that I had taken from the woods?
for I had stranted for a moment,
from illusions and insanity,
I had restrained myself,
from the journey that I had taken,
I was just a stranger,
Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening,
for I had promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep!!!!!!!!
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 18-Dec-02 05:58 AM
Oh stranger of the woods,
T'was a song of empathy I sang,
not the song of a siren;
t'was a poem of compassion,
not a melody of passion!
my whispers,
mingled with the breeze,
lyrics soaked in the rain;
music moaned with the hurricane,
tears absorbed by the terrain.
What crime have I committed,
for having felt your pain;
what abomination,
is my sympathy my bane?
I'm the spirit of the woods,
uncontained by dense trees,
I've watched your weary travels,
your resolutions painfully unravel.
Stray not from your promises,
divert not your path;
betray not the one waiting,
break not a gentle heart.
She'll be at her doorstep,
watching the dreary skies;
counting seconds, waiting hours,
unknowing, you count the stars!!!!
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| prem charo |
Posted
on 18-Dec-02 04:14 PM
Sitarajyu,
chanchal huncha yo man launa kasto roga lagyo
mitho sapana dethe sadhain nindra tada bhagio
aphulai birsi maile atit bhulna sakiyena
tasbir mete nisturiko yaada ajai metiyena
Kina hola? lau na upaya bataidinus.
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| oys_chill |
Posted
on 19-Dec-02 04:23 AM
haha freek,
that's like the funniest thing i have read in days...OMG.......haha.....finally i wake up fresh ......kasto jhupu jhupu bhai rathyo...
memory lane is also getting polluted......aaba jado ko chutti ma aroo!
in the mean time, les hear frosty count the stars re kya ajha ;)
oys
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 19-Dec-02 11:05 AM
Prem Charo ji
"My heart's a flutter,
my brain's numb with blames,
I can't think straight,
your images still in silver frames!"
You can acknowledge your pain,
your tears stopped their flow;
You cannot dwell in happenings,
Just let it go! let it go! let it go!
I wish you well! :)
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| safasaja |
Posted
on 19-Dec-02 05:35 PM
Excellente and Bravo to poets of sajhapuri. Finally something to think about
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| kalanidhi |
Posted
on 02-Jan-03 11:58 PM
"
It takes no less than thirty seconds
for a relationship to sour.
Reasons too simple or
extreme for anyone to comprehend.
So two go on for a year
without accidentally finding each other..
Then one day, at the mall perhaps,
or the welfare office,
a pair of eyes comes back to haunt an ex-lover
Kalanidhi
UCB
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| kalanidhi |
Posted
on 10-Jan-03 11:36 PM
Sitaraji,
No comments ? Are you got tired of the poem posted by me?
Kalanidhi
UCB
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| SITARA |
Posted
on 11-Jan-03 07:41 AM
Kalanidhi ji
It takes one word
to break a heart,
One look '
to numb the love,
one stray step
to break a marriage,
Not much to curse,
stars (fate) above!
:)
No no hajur, I love your poetries and Frost's too!
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| kalanidhi |
Posted
on 21-Jan-03 01:21 AM
Rustyji,Sitaraji, Najarji Robert Frostji, Simplegaji and Oysji,
Where peaceful waters flow
through today, tomorrow
unlimited, circles 'round
never lost, always found
to be a part of everything
that was and will remain
changing form, beyond sight
and beyond our understanding.
At the end of it all you are my deepest desire!
I love you not today nor tomorrow but forever!
Kalanidhi (UCB)
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