tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69787378897412971582024-03-05T13:13:43.463+05:30theobtuseangleSome things of the heart... some things of the mind ...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-87913530384662659972012-06-14T11:30:00.001+05:302012-06-14T11:30:25.414+05:30Love...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It takes two to love<br />
each 'one' is actually<br />
one and a half<br />
in search for their missing part...<br />
<br />
When you become 'two'<br />
love will become you<br />
and connect you to<br />
all things' heart...<br />
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-79129110635942680182012-04-25T15:15:00.000+05:302013-03-12T12:53:33.673+05:30The Convalescent<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
An era has gone, our era has gone<br />
Do you still bite your lip when nervous?...<br />
My life has become a series of dreams<br />
My feet do someone else a service...<br />
I sing, I write, draft words from the soul<br />
It comes out in gushes, with gushes it flows...<br />
We know many, miss few, still fewer match our beat<br />
You'll live with me forever, there's no such word as 'unmeet'......<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-74625812145774705242012-02-19T16:49:00.000+05:302012-02-19T16:49:05.887+05:30Colors<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
I created a sketch<br />
so beautifully<br />
an outline of you and me<br />
a portrait of<br />
black and white<br />
<br />
the colors landed<br />
in your hands<br />
you took to filling<br />
all the spaces<br />
but you missed the canvas<br />
so completely<br />
and all the colors<br />
spilled over the blank sheet<br />
<br />
then i stepped back<br />
and saw that it was<br />
amazing...<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-59250733056750391202012-01-27T12:50:00.000+05:302012-01-27T12:50:33.490+05:30Longing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Your voice in my head,<br />
virtual conversation,<br />
tries to fill your shoes...<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-30729431447252574762012-01-20T16:55:00.000+05:302012-01-20T16:55:46.455+05:30Belief<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
By her belief<br />
now the seas have parted<br />
she means to walk across<br />
'knowing' the walls will stay<br />
while they look on<br />
in disbelief...<br />
<br />
But what she knows<br />
is there's no sea<br />
the land is, but dry<br />
its the fear of drowning<br />
that keeps them from<br />
stepping forward...<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-47504940997448803622012-01-15T15:14:00.002+05:302012-01-15T15:17:42.491+05:30'Again'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
We will meet again<br />
in that first meeting again<br />
in that springtime again<br />
under those leaves again<br />
in our naivete again<br />
and say those silly things again<br />
like we did in that time of yore..<br />
<br />
And you will laugh again<br />
and I will dance again<br />
just to make you laugh again<br />
we'll be young again<br />
and we'll be free again<br />
and we won't care again<br />
like we did not before..<br />
<br />
When all the particles of this universe<br />
have reached the ends of space<br />
they'll set back home again<br />
set back in a hurrying pace..<br />
<br />
And set out yonder again<br />
till every combination<br />
is over and done with once<br />
they'll set out this way again<br />
and we will be born<br />
again purely by chance..<br />
<br />
We've already met twice<br />
or maybe a million times<br />
or maybe times infinite<br />
and infinities to come again..<br />
<br />
But that me won't be this me<br />
and he'll exactly be this me<br />
he'll write these lines again<br />
heart set in sad times again<br />
the greatest sorrow will be<br />
lived over and over again<br />
so will be the greatest joy<br />
in an endless chain..<br />
<br />
So don't despair my love<br />
we'll laugh together again<br />
even if only for a moment...<br />
'cause we are infinite...<br />
'cause we are invincible...<br />
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</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-6692890226829888472012-01-13T09:51:00.001+05:302012-01-13T09:52:34.884+05:30'Places'<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
I thought there'd be lights and sounds<br />
but somebody just said, 'hey well done'<br />
I thought that i'd be swept off my feet<br />
but the world kept spinning, as it had always spun<br />
<br />
then I remembered a scene from an earlier day<br />
when I saw a bright light, in the eye of a friend<br />
it looked weird 'cause he kept prancing about<br />
while I just told him, 'good going, man'<br />
<br />
we are all in different places<br />
but on the outside, the world just looks as 'one'<br />
there's a story behind each of those faces<br />
lets pause a moment, next time we look at one<br />
<br />
we are all in different places<br />
even the closest friends can be miles away<br />
but its the love that keeps us going<br />
and saves our souls from needless fray<br />
<br />
even same things can be poles apart<br />
the difference lies in the shades we portray<br />
I hold an ember, you an inferno<br />
while the third friend thinks, we are just the same<br />
<br />
I reminisce of my forlorn moments<br />
while i kept sitting with my lonely soul<br />
its incredible to think there were people nearby<br />
who once had dreamt and now reached their goals<br />
<br />
But soon I'll move into a new place<br />
and look back at this objectively<br />
and when you say I don't get your 'place'<br />
I'll smile with all my subtlety...<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-55940459502733949362011-12-23T03:25:00.001+05:302011-12-23T03:27:23.626+05:30Goodbye, friend<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
hello friend, you are one of very few<br />
'cause when I move away I'll actually miss you..<br />
we had always been proud and free<br />
we could've been bitter enemies<br />
but we tamed that ego & now no one's more dear..<br />
I never shied from saying grow up to your crying face<br />
we don't always watch out or wish good grace<br />
but we always had faith in our capable ways...<br />
and when I give advice you harken to my words<br />
listen truly to the power of spoken words<br />
but without the bearer's condescension or hurt...<br />
and without you I wouldn't be,<br />
'cause whenever I hit the ball you hit it back to me<br />
then one day i saw we were moving like the wind...<br />
even if I find nobody out there like you<br />
I won't mind 'cause I've already met you<br />
and have been sated with the deeper parts of the blue...<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-59100679004327003822011-11-28T22:09:00.000+05:302011-11-28T22:09:45.480+05:30Lets dance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
I say lets dance<br />
you say lets talk<br />
I took pains to learn<br />
knowing how well you danced<br />
but you say you dance no longer...<br />
When I first saw you dancing<br />
thought you were jumping about<br />
maybe 'cause I couldn't hear the music..<br />
Now that I'm in that place<br />
my legs won't stop..<br />
Why didn't I dance before?<br />
..but I could only hear till so far..<br />
and there were too many noises...<br />
Will I always be running behind you?<br />
hope we're running in circles<br />
for when they overlap<br />
we can talk all you want...<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-61945544069689941862011-11-21T09:57:00.004+05:302011-11-21T09:59:17.991+05:30The Ghost of You, Pt. 4<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
You came sometime<br />
she came sometime<br />
she came sometime else...<br />
you said some things<br />
you were my first<br />
your things became my self...<br />
<br />
She also tried<br />
to say some things<br />
or so I understand...<br />
and even though<br />
she wasn't you<br />
she tried to hold my hand...<br />
<br />
But when I called her<br />
as my own<br />
she knew she didn't belong...<br />
'cause all around<br />
my broken world<br />
she said she saw your ghost...<br />
<br />
Even when I moved<br />
to world's end<br />
a piece of you did rake...<br />
stabbing my heart<br />
with no repreive<br />
killing for killing's sake...<br />
<br />
Though knowing you<br />
I know too well<br />
you never meant me harm...<br />
But your light emanates<br />
from faraway stars<br />
the ones I don't command...<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-50140497480689410842011-11-14T09:29:00.000+05:302011-11-14T09:29:05.328+05:30Go down with the ship<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
I will not fall below<br />
the standard of absolute<br />
even if the competition<br />
withers and dies<br />
<br />
I will not sell myself<br />
for any cheap tricks<br />
I will not dilute myself<br />
they can all try<br />
<br />
I will not pander<br />
to thieves and dacoits<br />
I can take all and not<br />
crack before any whip<br />
<br />
I will not not flourish<br />
off of pirates' gold<br />
I rather choose to<br />
go down with my ship<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-76309520731130156532011-11-04T22:07:00.000+05:302011-11-04T22:07:22.093+05:30Beyond The Horizon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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If you could see beyond the horizon,<br />
how far could you see my love,<br />
how far would you see my love,<br />
would you be able to see me here,<br />
a hundred million miles away,<br />
in a world<br />
so different from your own...<br />
<br />
'cause beyond the horizon<br />
the sun never sets<br />
but you are my sun<br />
and all I've got this side is<br />
a permanent darkness<br />
my sun set a while ago ...<br />
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</div><div><span id="goog_409855220"></span><span id="goog_409855221"></span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-91057440639941965492011-10-31T09:22:00.000+05:302011-10-31T09:22:16.941+05:30Fallen Star<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
You're like a night star<br />
a much too bright star<br />
I'm like a lonely light<br />
in the corner of your eye<br />
you look straight at me<br />
and I disappear..<br />
O love, was I never there?<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-25086039123802457972011-10-29T15:19:00.002+05:302011-10-30T12:05:15.037+05:30Sunset<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<div>Your tears are for the</div><div>both of us</div><div>I know your pain well</div><div>it is mine </div><div>But its okay to break</div><div>let it go</div><div>My calm will help you</div><div>lift your burden</div><div>I'll help you in carrying</div><div>what you can't</div><div>My strength will serve when</div><div>yours is gone</div><div>I'll always be close by</div><div>keeping an eye</div><div>And when you're unable to</div><div>walk any longer</div><div>I'll carry you in my arms</div><div>across the sea ...</div><div>into the sunset ...</div><div><br />
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</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-56452468102625746612011-10-28T01:33:00.000+05:302011-10-28T01:33:21.501+05:30Fireworks<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
I mount atop a rocket<br />
bring a match to the fuse<br />
it whistles to me then booms<br />
my sky was set ablaze,<br />
And I'm also weightless<br />
and see the earth as lights<br />
but wicked gravity wins<br />
so hit the ground I do..<br />
<br />
And through my gasps & blood<br />
I remember how I saw<br />
in the corner of my eye<br />
the beat of an angel's wings,<br />
Her visions are all I see<br />
in my wasting feeble soul<br />
so please don't take away<br />
how I saw a beautiful world...<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-35223064400315031602011-10-19T21:12:00.004+05:302011-10-20T16:00:48.812+05:30Yin-Yang<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
I don't need you<br />
to be more beautiful<br />
'cause I think you are<br />
beauty sublime<br />
even though at times<br />
you might think otherwise,<br />
I don't need you<br />
to be strong and charming<br />
I just need you<br />
to be just like you,<br />
to smile that smile<br />
and laugh that laugh<br />
and do that voodoo<br />
which you love to do..<br />
<br />
I don't need you<br />
to feel like I feel<br />
I don't need another<br />
piece like myself,<br />
maybe you don't see it<br />
but I'm a broken piece,<br />
I just need you<br />
to fit into me<br />
and make me whole<br />
make us whole<br />
be the yin to my yang...<br />
<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-49376704962709267092011-10-17T00:55:00.001+05:302011-10-17T01:01:12.625+05:30Fly my love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
All this time that I thought<br />
you were sailing away<br />
you were silently dying<br />
I didn't see, how I cry my love<br />
<br />
You have bled much<br />
but your heart beats strong<br />
just hold on tight a moment<br />
before long, I'll arrive my love<br />
<br />
You shouldn't be like this<br />
but save your soul I will<br />
I'll make a deal with the devil<br />
you belong, don't die my love<br />
<br />
The world needs your pretty soul<br />
though I won't be missed much<br />
I'll lay my heart as a stepping stone<br />
you deserve, go fly my love...<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-30111108077218206952011-10-16T10:54:00.000+05:302011-10-16T10:54:40.132+05:30Rock Paper Scissors<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
The world is always playing<br />
rock paper scissors<br />
running familiar cycle<br />
we all know the way,<br />
<br />
the design wasn't meant<br />
to have kings and pawns<br />
its only what we make<br />
and only what we say,<br />
<br />
though we are ultimately<br />
just pieces of the sea<br />
each drop standalone<br />
still all must play,<br />
<br />
the mighty rocks fall<br />
before slender supple paper<br />
one of life's switchbacks<br />
so long, tough break...<br />
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</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-68534896598472585732011-10-11T04:34:00.002+05:302011-10-13T12:57:40.507+05:30Azure Skies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
There was a time when<br />
we ran like the wind,<br />
and laughed under azure skies<br />
together as one..<br />
<br />
How did it come to this<br />
when did the cogs begin to turn<br />
like an elysian vision<br />
it seems like a fading dream..<br />
<br />
We were so naive that<br />
we knew neither fear<br />
nor envy nor hatred<br />
and the sky was the limit..<br />
<br />
And so filled were with passion<br />
all those invincible faces<br />
and all those first meetings<br />
that will never happen again..<br />
<br />
And all that unearthly beauty<br />
left awestruck so many souls<br />
at times it felt like<br />
even the sun was dancing..<br />
<br />
And we felt we could reach<br />
till the end of the rainbow<br />
and maybe a little further<br />
while life ran in technicolor ....<br />
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</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-11447892504976886512011-10-09T10:24:00.001+05:302011-10-11T23:36:01.111+05:30River<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Drifting down the river of thought<br />
I reach a crucial fork,,<br />
there is one who loves me<br />
and one whom I love<br />
<br />
Unable to choose, I fret for days<br />
weighing against each other<br />
the pros of both ways<br />
but unable to move I am<br />
<br />
Then I use another approach<br />
First without her then you<br />
I imagine a future epoch<br />
weighing what I lose each time<br />
<br />
And then my rivers coalesce<br />
as frothing eddies turn blue<br />
There never was a dilemma<br />
and there never were two<br />
'cause its you my darling<br />
its always been you ...<br />
<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-33527024993003458992011-10-05T20:58:00.000+05:302013-05-27T00:16:03.419+05:30Titbits<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
I don't want the titbits<br />
you have to offer<br />
the crumbs from a larger pie,<br />
I want it all<br />
including the tantalizing aroma<br />
and the lingering taste,<br />
and I'm not gonna share it<br />
being a greedy kid,<br />
If anybody so much as<br />
makes a move for it<br />
I'm gonna knock their teeth out,<br />
and I'm gonna keep<br />
coming back for more and more<br />
until there is<br />
no separate pie and me,<br />
'cause my desire for you baby<br />
is insatiable...<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-84640948024126535042011-10-05T07:36:00.010+05:302011-10-05T21:00:56.595+05:30One for the gods<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Have you ever wondered<br />
whats it like to not be<br />
your usual beautiful self,<br />
To work your hardest<br />
and still get beaten,<br />
And live without the confidence<br />
that exudes from you<br />
that defines your very life<br />
your hopes and tastes<br />
and the way you wear your skin<br />
<br />
To be one in the crowd<br />
and not be loved everywhere,<br />
Where'll your soul be<br />
in the great sea of life<br />
without that anchor you know,<br />
What if you couldn't rise up<br />
through the ranks and beat<br />
the best at every level<br />
<br />
Tell me, have you ever wondered<br />
what drives the common man<br />
and makes him sleep at night<br />
wishing for another day,<br />
And what'll it be like<br />
to not patronize them all<br />
but look at them as equals,<br />
And let yourself be swept away<br />
with the awe of pure admiration<br />
and not a hint of envy<br />
<br />
Tell me, were you to lose it<br />
all within a day's space<br />
how would you hold,<br />
I'm sure the answer lies<br />
beyond your comprehension,<br />
But still try to imagine<br />
what if you couldn't speak<br />
the language of your dreams...<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-19415069071772449722011-09-28T09:51:00.004+05:302011-09-28T21:17:06.948+05:30I'm coming home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
There was a time when<br />
you used to tell me<br />
how you like the morning breeze<br />
the streaks of red in the dawn<br />
and the things of your dreams,<br />
now you just tell me<br />
the names of places you went<br />
and smile in black & white<br />
what happened?<br />
<br />
There was a time when<br />
I used to tell you<br />
how I played as a kid<br />
and all of my favourite songs<br />
and some things I didn't know myself,<br />
now I'm just able to<br />
say things you'll find in books<br />
and smile when I'm not happy<br />
tell me what happened?<br />
<br />
But I won't stand and<br />
watch us die like this<br />
I'll climb the highest peak and<br />
bring down the flame of the gods,<br />
and in the name of the old sun<br />
I'll set this world on fire<br />
'cause I can't let you feel cold<br />
and once you have thawed<br />
I'm coming home...<br />
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</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-10198070772298992342011-09-25T10:48:00.002+05:302011-09-25T16:41:54.464+05:30Amuse<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Pick up the phone and<br />
call up my name<br />
whenever you have time,<br />
and all the times you<br />
don't answer my calls<br />
I would never mind<br />
<br />
I will continue to<br />
be your royal jester<br />
without any demands,<br />
even if you choose to<br />
keep me in the shadows<br />
away from your friends<br />
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Just keep loving me<br />
every once in a while<br />
even if its a ruse,<br />
you are my world<br />
my Aphrodite, my muse<br />
even if I'm your amuse ...<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978737889741297158.post-92001112507905780482011-09-24T00:57:00.006+05:302011-10-13T12:53:08.587+05:30Without You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The autumn smell in the air<br />
and the rain of wafting leaves,<br />
the warm glow in my face<br />
the rustling grass, the singing trees,<br />
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Merry people scurrying around<br />
taking simple laughs from life,<br />
it was quite a rustic scene<br />
a poet's inspirational sight,<br />
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And me standing there<br />
the wind playing with my hair,<br />
my things great, my health sublime<br />
the world watching, should've felt divine,<br />
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But somehow joy eluded me<br />
my own feelings deluded me,<br />
'cause something felt incomplete<br />
as you were not there with me...<br />
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