Change...
Morning arrives in full glory,
Mercilessly tearing the sky.
Whence arises a different story,
A chapter of his subdued life.
Treaded paths are now but a wisp,
Distant passions forgotten.
Previous pages burnt to a crisp,
A fresh start he has gotten.
Faces of recognition are fraught,
With the fading memory.
Emptiness cleared by a draught,
Enclosing his new territory.
Is nervous about the life dawned,
To potray a new guise.
Telling himself he isn't fond,
Of letting go his old ties.
Apprehensive he looks at himself,
.. A few minutes after, he looks around,
He was smiling through the mirror,
& Now He's Gone.....
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15 Comments:
hey that was brilliant the play with words is nice loved the fading memory bit ..the ending was well put and unlike u claim ur poetry is beyond bearable its lovely.
oh n the pic is awesome. :)
@ Rini - I'm so overwhelmed right now, I see my ego bloating up.. :P
Thanks!!
& are you on blogger 24x7? I JUST updated & you pounced in here.. Lol..
@arvind: did you kill him again?
@ Joe - No... He's just a different person now..
He isn't the same person he was who was looking back at him in the mirror.. Pay close attention to the title of the poem.. 'Change'!!
It isn't 'Death' or 'Blood-lust'.. Lol.. Why are you obsessed with death anyway?? :P
@arvind: Ah., I did not see the title.. dumb me. Ahem., me obsessed with death? duh! er.. well., aiyo.. am i? shit. :-S
I just do not understand where people gain inspiration to write poems???? I can never do it.....I can't even string a sentence together even if i squeeze my grey cells?? Grey Matter...cerebrum?? Whatever.....goodwork nway :)
@sowmiya: close your eyes and think about food., that should be a good inspiration for you :P
@ Joe - Yes.. You are VERY obsessed with death.. I'm sure that at some point of time in our life when someone is running after you with a knife raised to hack (possibly one of ur innumerous ex's :P) You'll be the only guy in the world to scream with joy!! Lol..
& Puh-leez!! Sowmiya & poetry?! That too inspiration from food??
I don't think anybody would want to read;
I walked into the kitchen,
Cut a roll of swiss cheese,
Turned the oven on with a full chicken,
Now open your mouth & say please...
HAHAHAHA!!!!
@ Sowmiya - Please ignore Joe's statements.. He's just being only too kind & has to sweet talk every girl he meets.. Lol..
& the inspiration comes only when ur mind is a little bit messed up.. When you're not thinking straight..
When you want to do something you're not..
When you get this creative flurry and just have to do something about it...
You know what?? Actually, you just stick to bragging bout ur cullinary skills & commenting.. :)
Oh.. & Thanks!! (If I forgot to mention it)
@ Joe (I'm gng to start calling u by your name from now): Yes I should try Food Poetry....Thanks for the encouragement!!
@ Arvind: Shutup!!! (Ok I really cant think of a come back.....)
@arvind: Hey., what shit. I dont wanna die :-S I still have another 5 years to 30. I wanna get over with that atleast :P
And., sweet talk?? ahem.
@sowmiya: You are welcome lady., any day :)
[@arvind: you want lessons son?? :P]
@ Sowmiya & Joe - Get a bloody room!!! :P
@ Joe - No thanks mate.. I don't need lessons on heart break.. Lol..
@arvind: ....
[joe nods his head., bah! kids these days] :P
woahhhhhh woahhhh really nice ....jus how am feeling right now ..this minute ...
awesomeeee!
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