tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055978881901646282024-03-05T04:31:56.633-08:00Stark ContrastsIrony surrounds everything, it is everywhere. It is in a drop just from the sky warm yet cooling. It is in the moonlight Sweet yet maddening.
Let us delve into the black and the whites of life and celebrate the grays too.devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-20727506329019835442013-07-11T06:41:00.001-07:002013-07-11T06:41:48.129-07:00Through the fog<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sometimes I see my dreams blurring.<br />
The leaves are busy romancing the winds,<br />
The dew is kissing the beautiful flowers.<br />
But me, I see my hopes mixing into the fog.<br />
<br />
I wait for the sun to warm them.<br />
The fog allures me into a dark hole unknown.<br />
I resist, I fail.<br />
I walk without aim.<br />
<br />
I'm vanishing.<br />
My world is disappearing.<br />
But what is this incessant murmur that I hear?<br />
" Me. Me. Me."<br />
My weary spirit chants.<br />
And there it is, the break of my dawn!<br />
A new journey. New rays shine <span class="GINGER_SOFATWARE_correct" ginger_sofatware_markguid="4d0d4759-3bb2-404e-b348-68729164c861" ginger_sofatware_uiphraseguid="f5dc6c97-a79f-4652-9e45-a6b55f943a94" grcontextid="along:0">along</span>.<br />
Through the storm I have climbed on.<br />
I feel invincible having defeated the fog.</div>
devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-49832494598947243662013-06-17T22:33:00.001-07:002013-06-17T22:33:13.610-07:00Just Let Me Be<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Don't grieve when I'm gone,<br />
I'm a dream. I'll live beyond.<br />
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I'm the wind that echo's through the trees.<br />
I'm the gentle morning breeze.<br />
I'm the dew of the morning dreams.<br />
I'm the bud blooming in lush fields.<br />
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I'm the melody of your song.<br />
I'm the sky, the limitless form.<br />
I'm the warm sunshine filtering through crop.<br />
I'm the tune on your lips, dancing along.<br />
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Don't grieve when I'm gone,<br />
I'm a dream. I'll live beyond.<br />
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Just set me free.<br />
Don't kill my spirit, don't steal my song.<br />
Just let me be and I won't be gone for long!</div>
devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-64782461066098885952013-05-16T03:37:00.001-07:002013-05-16T03:39:52.040-07:00Baby <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Your sparkling, moist eyes are the world's most beautiful thing.<br />
I wish I could fill them with wonderful stories and fairy-tale dreams.<br />
Please can I fill them with a zoo of amazing things?<br />
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What do you stare at?<br />
A dark ceiling of nothingness?<br />
Figures of hatred swarm around you - Spirits trapped in chaos.<br />
You close your eyes and go back to sleep again.<br />
<br />
Open your eyes to the starry night.<br />
I'll rock you in a crib and love your gurgling smiles!<br />
I'll cuddle you honey and sing you rhymes beyond time.<br />
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Wriggle your hands,<br />
Wriggle free of all bindings!<br />
You are the one born to be you...<br />
Freedom is in your palms...<br />
Welcome life into your arms!</div>
devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-42319200339038068852013-05-16T03:09:00.001-07:002013-05-16T03:09:22.885-07:00Morning Glory<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The creeper of passion grew,<br />
Waking the mind of the artist...<br />
That morning the purple blue bloomed...<br />
In the sketches of His imagination he drew!<br />
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devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-18438605584813193182013-05-16T03:08:00.002-07:002013-05-16T03:08:54.812-07:00Now and Then<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I burnt them all, old letters in a wastebasket.<br />
From them reeked the smell of sorrow,<br />
From them there was no hope of a brighter tomorrow.<br />
It is a mystery, how my mind dies and takes birth again...<br />
I wonder now and then.<br />
<br />
Trapped in birth,<br />
The present seems like a curse,<br />
With no past and no present to bury into.<br />
Swinging like a pendulum, my mind travels the sands of time, never dizzy...<br />
I wonder now and then.<br />
<br />
Where is the full stop.<br />
A dot that begins where all ends,<br />
So now I set old papers on flame...<br />
Hope may not rise, may never be mine again.<br />
At least, my name will stay in scars and black edges.<br />
Flutter by on an eerie night on burnt letters.<br />
Someone will catch a piece,<br />
Someone passing by will place wonder in me....<br />
<br />
Someone to whom my destiny,<br />
Is a funny tragedy,<br />
To be remembered every now and then.<br />
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<br /></div>
devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-30759187264109417762012-12-18T04:37:00.000-08:002012-12-18T04:41:04.627-08:00The Candle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Standing in a pool of light,<br />
Cast by her own dreams divine,<br />
The Candle stands and shines.<br />
<br />
The wind moves, the earth turns,<br />
Sneaking from the window, the breeze returns...<br />
Yet the candle burns.<br />
<br />
Once young she romanced the flame,<br />
Now old, she misses the game.<br />
The flame is dying in distress.<br />
<br />
"Candle glow, let me grow"<br />
Let's not flicker, let us sizzle...<br />
Through the night, make love to me...<br />
I'm dying!</div>
devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-15181528506702241222012-04-04T23:02:00.002-07:002012-04-04T23:11:21.070-07:00Hurt and Chocolate<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;">When you are hurt, treat yourself with a nice chocolate. That is because, it is bitter and sweet at the same time. Solid and melting at the same time. And a hidden raisin suddenly comes as a surprise. Just like the blow that struck you suddenly. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;">(P.S Injury is physical, Hurt is mental, I'm talking about hurt so do not confuse.)</span><br />
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Fascinated by your honesty I stand. Looking through my own little heart, bitten into two, often, sewn into one. When I come closer to you, why do you blur. Or is it me, shying away from my own in-capacities?<br />
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Devilish me, you see through don't you? Indulge into my deepest darkest secrets and laugh a shrill laugh! Take a high from the heaviness in my throat, the voices I have choked. Throttled, like a bottle with a cork stuck. It is only your symmetry that I fail to decipher. Turn as the images in you do. Each glimpsing into more identity. What will you do to a corpse? Perhaps, take it all along its journey. Not in frames or flashes but in glimpses so many. Teenage pimple-pitted faces, self-realizing and exploitative young women. Bitches of the dark, they are safe from you. It's those shiny personas you spit gleam at. I'm not saying I'm shiny. I'm saying spit your gleam on me. Turn and twist like I do. Slithering in dreams like a snake in pain. Whimpering, losing to sorrow, deepening. Invite me in and I'll know your sins. I've chased perfectionism long enough. Making no one proud. No allies. No companion. No not many. My fallen, charred feathers won't lift any spirit anymore. With holes in them, the courageous sunlit-air will wham through.<br />
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I'll faint to the ground in front of you. Back to you. Back to me.<br />
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Mirror, Mirror on the wall...I want to leave the world in front of you. Grace peace.<br />
Corpse staring at a spirit alive! Me, show me my life. Show me how I stood struggling inside the womb, outside, waging.<br />
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Show me, I'm waiting...Making no one proud. No allies. No companion. No not many.</div>devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-18309175050002519642012-03-12T02:15:00.001-07:002012-03-21T23:08:18.362-07:00Inside a painting...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
Jaded lashes quiver,<br />
Peering into illusions unknown.<br />
From where I stand I see...<br />
Darkness disappear, and dawn grow.<br />
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Till now it reflected,<br />
A dark iris back at me.<br />
It's a palette turning into...<br />
Strokes of a memory.<br />
<br />
A little morsel on nature's plate,<br />
Crafting a dream in my wake.<br />
Dark sketched brows...<br />
A dash for vermilion.<br />
Underneath I see,<br />
Bottled up misery.<br />
<br />
White has been mixed,<br />
My mind jinxed.<br />
Majentic story,<br />
Dripping in its glory,<br />
Splashing painted harmony.<br />
<br />
No colour can match.<br />
No warmth can flush,<br />
This face, <br />
This masterpiece of the sun's faith,<br />
And the moon's love!</div>devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-69271203539109553262012-01-02T01:57:00.000-08:002012-01-03T02:25:11.272-08:00The art of Inspiring - leadership<br />
What we choose is what we are.<br />
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Well, but it is not as simple as that because to be that we must ask ourselves some intelligent questions. <br />
What is our purpose in life? Why did we take human birth? What will take me closer to my purpose? Is my purpose enough convincing for I, ME and MYSELF? <br />
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The answers don’t come easy. It is like an immensely jumbled word that you know you can very well decipher, yet you aren’t sure that you do. Sometimes the mind gets caught in rudimentary logic and sometimes in oh-so-real fantasies. The latter ones are probably less dangerous. <br />
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Why is the previous one lethal? Erosion of human values begins with the thought that selfish pursuit of one’s own ambitions, without paying attention to the means that one adopts, is fair and just. One gets confused with ‘end justifies the means or means justify the end?’ While the truth may differ morally from person to person, with the ‘end justifies the means’ motto in mind, one works obsessively, exploits loopholes and people only to damage the environment.<br />
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Justifying a negative feedback one starts to justify methods that get rewarded by greater profits. The real ‘reward’ is one loses that sense of community that is so vital for healthy living.<br />
I would define that as “I’m so lost in becoming, that I start getting scared of my real state of being.”<br />
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A movie called ‘The Corporation’ is an ideal portrayal of how Organizations become large corporations by following these methods. While the media celebrates such people and their ‘success’, these people become ‘LEADERS’ for the masses! Such dangerous leadership kills a nation’s creative potential, freedom and growth.<br />
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The key to fighting this is self-awareness and mindfulness. All we must focus on is to pay attention to invoking our own consciousness. This will make us fully-aware of the decisions we make and their consequences. It will make us attract people who are genuinely diverse and bring high intelligence, creativity and inspiration into our lives.<br />
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Let us become one such inspiration to another. Let us create powerful visions of ourselves and connect everyday action to a sense of higher purpose. Let us all not depend on one man fighting corruption in a hospital. Let us rule our body, our mind, our soul..Ourselves. Then we can become one nation powered by the gifts of talent and ‘workable education’ that can bring about a ‘rainbow of change’. Let us be, a rainbow to that barren land where crowds hear only lip service.<br />
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Leadership is not about leading others, it’s about your body, mind and intellect. It is how you take care of the SELF. Fuel the body with exercise and nutritional food; shun these fast food giants…the selfish corporations. Feed the intellect with meaningful education that connects to life today and tomorrow. Empower the mind with positive thinking and clean it regularly by washing out hatred, anger, jealousy and cynicism. <br />
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That is the art of inspiring. That is leadership in its purest form. <br />devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-34238345724470641442011-12-26T00:48:00.000-08:002012-03-21T23:10:00.699-07:00Collage<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Here under my lap,the canvas is spread.<br />
It's brown somewhere,<br />
Green glistening, somewhere rosy red.<br />
<br />
How much love the petal lost!<br />
How unkind the wind has thought!<br />
The grass has stopped its little gait.<br />
Alas, the world has bowed to fate.</div>devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-88485685257215586612011-10-25T00:24:00.000-07:002012-03-21T23:21:43.807-07:00Evanescence<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Lighting up the wood,<br />
The moon rose to merry.<br />
Hooting across the mountains,<br />
Shrill-shining penny.<br />
<br />
Rocking in my cradle,<br />
I glance up the tree tops.<br />
Winds’ treacherous rhyme,<br />
Haunting me a song.<br />
Me...<br />
Wishing with my little heart…<br />
The wind to cease and the light to last.<br />
<br />
Across the curtain plays,<br />
The werewolves’ war.<br />
Bouncing silhouettes decorate,<br />
A little girl’s dorm.<br />
<br />
The moon beautifully cast.<br />
The stars in their best charm,<br />
Here sleeps a bud.<br />
There a brave girl is born.<br />
<br />
That night in the city,<br />
The moon shies,<br />
Smoke rises from the earth.<br />
The stars feel lost.<br />
<br />
Garish raucous begins,<br />
Bursting the sky, scaring the stealthy fog.<br />
City celebrates.<br />
One world dies.<br />
Another is born.<br />
<br />
Ephemeral light disappears.<br />
Poisoned the air,<br />
Rips leaves, hearts and ears apart.<br />
Here sleeps a bud.<br />
There a brave girl is born.</div>devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-68813741328063815462011-10-10T23:12:00.000-07:002012-03-21T23:23:43.918-07:00The woman I met.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Shards of a mirror lay,<br />
Cast.<br />
Under the cat's paw in her play.<br />
And how she freed herself...<br />
Clasped in the shades of the curtains Grey.<br />
<br />
He chases many women in one,<br />
One in many.<br />
Man he lived like a liar.<br />
Faked his charms and laid his own pyre.<br />
<br />
There it broke into fragments,<br />
His made-up fantasy.<br />
Now she isn't any.<br />
<br />
What Princess.<br />
What Castle.<br />
He called that to too many.<br />
Many in one?<br />
Or one woman in many?<br />
<br />
From her Dream she awoke.<br />
Long-lost in the moon's abode.<br />
Old the bronze clock struck four.<br />
The kiss was over and a hiccup rose.<br />
<br />
Every shard is broken glory.<br />
Reflecting her, as many.<br />
<br />
One the little nursery rhyme,<br />
Two the ripening fruit divine,<br />
Three the dame of sinful crime,<br />
Four he chased and stole her time.<br />
<br />
What Princess.<br />
What Castle.<br />
He called that to too many.<br />
Many in one?<br />
Or one woman in many?<br />
<br />
He chases many women in one,<br />
One in many.<br />
Man he lived like a liar.<br />
Faked his charms and laid his own pyre.<br />
<br />
The mirror sees,<br />
Beauty's demise.<br />
<br />
In fury's wicked grasp,<br />
He destroys every piece of beautiful glass.<br />
But she shines.<br />
The woman who loved a wicked heart.<br />
The woman I met last night.</div>devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-43448777504637286342011-09-30T02:15:00.000-07:002011-09-30T03:01:15.880-07:00The Swan’s GiftDo you know of the kind of magic, the words ‘Once Upon A Time’ have on little children? They bring soft surprising adventures on a lowly lit, dark night. Like a sudden wave of cool air, when it’s drab and humid. They bring in those old stories of fascination when Kings fight and Queens lie sulking. Those clichés where the golden potions cure frail, ill dolls in distress or a wicked mother poisons the ‘apple-of-her-eye’; happy fears to a child because what begins with ‘Once Upon A Time’ ends with ‘And They Lived Happily Ever After’!<br />
Needless to say, this is a different story. This is the story of a little girl called ‘Pelli Bianco’- which means white hair. She was a princess, but she lived in no castle. She lived on the banks of the beautiful river Canuto. You may begin to picture her, with rosy cheeks and bright blue eyes. Long white tresses so silken, they could drape the bright yellow sky too! A shining Tiara perfectly poised on her little head with a white gown wrapped around her petite self. <br />
Well, let me interrupt your rose tinted vision. That’s not all of her. She was anything but pretty, with her dark black hair cursed by streaks of silver. Mind you, that wasn’t anything to be taken for wisdom, considering her ‘petite-ness’. In the whole of the land, Pelli was the shadow of misfortune, for they believed her hair was that of an ugly witch’s. Now, if the kid in you has awaken and curiosity has filled your throat to the brim, hold on, for I know you are eager to understand why I called her a princess. Pelli was a cherubic, light hearted and gay spirited girl. She did not know what misfortune was, nor was she familiar with who named her Pelli Bianco. Her hair never bothered her, for most, she hated humans. The sweet round pebbles, each different from another were her friends. The birds, each a different colour and tune were her company. Not to forget, the leaves, all different shapes and the waves dancing each to a tune of their own. She felt one with them. Here she lives, peace in her heart, away from the world of black jacks.<br />
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One day, misery befell the Land of Canuto River. It rained so little that year, the river was drying up. Raven lay famished and starved in her little Tepee on the banks of the Canuto, while her dry eyes craved to see her beloved Cigno enter with some news of water. Her stomach swelled with the gift of life inside. Raven struggled for breath in the sun lit Tepee. The wind hooted through the tall grooves. There was no sign of Cigno yet. Raven closed her eyes to the dark of uncertainties that posed before her. The world felt silent.<br />
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The shrill cry broke the silence. At the crack of dawn, while Cigno slept, the little baby chirped for attention. Weak from the thirst, Cigno opened his eyes slowly, and stumbled to his feet. He picked up the little baby in his arms and a wry smile spread across his cracked lips. He looked at his Raven, now sleeping forever, and a tear, just the size of a snowflake formed in his eyes. <br />
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His snow-white hair glistened in the scorching heat. Jaded, he stepped out of the Tepee, and stared at the once flourishing bank of a river, now just a little rivulet. Just one last time, as his breath heaved and his hunger twisted in his stomach, the starved Cigno looked at his little daughter. Her eyes black as coal, just like Raven’s ,were lit with glee. <br />
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It was her hair that reminded him of their love. A blend of raven and silver, magical and enchanting as much as those starry night’s he’d spent in Raven’s little Tepee. He held her up, his hands outstretched to save Canuto. The little silhouette blocked the scorching sun.<br />
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There was a sudden burst of light! Cigno collapsed! His head hitting the harmless pebbles, while his little daughter floated in the sunlit sky. Her hair gleamed silver and grew and grew and it grew! It blocked the sun, just letting enough light to stream through. Thunder crackled an angry laugh and the sun hid behind the dark clouds. Tears burst out, from the little girls eyes. Scared, the little child let out muffled cries.<br />
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It poured and poured and poured. The rain hit every dead body in Canuto. Drying, dust covered leaves and parched land soaked in the boon.Every pond, every lake filled to the brim! Cigno smiled, drenched in the rain and his tears. His daughter lay beside him on the silt. Before he closed his eyes he touched her little pale face “May you live long my child Pelli...Pelli Bianco”.<br />
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There among the pebbles and fruit laden trees she grew, little Pelli. She danced and sang and read the lips of the fish to understand their laments. Celebrated life with her silken long gift the world was blind to. An ugly flaw to their eyes!<br />
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The catastrophe struck again and the sun soaked in all the water of Canuto. This time no one knew what to do.Stupid, ugly world, always takes boons for curses! Cigno must have smiled from Eden, flying past hell.<br />
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The unusual fairytale ends here. But do you know what Cigno means? Cigno in Italian means ‘swan’ king.devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-57711710995041618452011-09-19T01:35:00.000-07:002012-03-21T23:26:05.975-07:00Dark Hole<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
On your axis vile men gloom. Turning their heads to innocent,cherubic faces. Junkyards swallow once green meadows. On the moon rests my lovely window.Here it cannot touch me,this brutality that I have borne like scars on my heart. You go on twisting and twisting. Striking with your cruel blows. Rattling mass. Slashing hopes.<br />
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You could not bare anymore, Women eating men like air? Or did you fail to bear the looming lust of hungry ghouls? Like children counting days to candy, you eagerly ate all the dirt. The worms laid on a table of four. You fed them hurt they took it.<br />
<br />
Your core is not molten. It is piping red and hot. Yet it is so impenetrably wild. Unkind to them you spin. Take your ugly game on them. Riding with rage and jealousy.<br />
They confessed their vulnerable sides and you squashed...squashed until they shed their bones. Rattled until they died.<br />
<br />
This wicked game you play. Only till death takes its toll. Only till then. You can conquer no spirit. You have left your brutal footprints. <br />
<br />
The moon sings to the darkness and I faint.<br />
My window blasting with light. <br />
I'm no extraterrestrial, but I stretch my hand out and you heal.<br />
I fall into a dark pit, beyond death there is utter silence.<br />
No, not an earthling.<br />
Silence...<br />
Meaningful silence...<br />
Silence talking to me.<br />
"You did it right. You made it alive."</div>devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-18466831820530878442011-09-19T01:31:00.001-07:002012-03-21T23:27:07.096-07:00Junkyard<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My own blood turns hostile to me.<br />
Cells disintegrate and sink into it like ships with holes.<br />
This breathlessness does not stop me,<br />
Stability suffocates me.<br />
<br />
My mind travels, swollen with exhaustion.<br />
Swooning with abstract images of a bygone life,<br />
When I was blasted but not broken.<br />
I was thrown but untaken.</div>devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-77791136928188452612011-09-06T05:39:00.000-07:002012-03-21T23:29:20.283-07:00Dawn Knight<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18xiqZiZXzYvgKpW7B9CL7w745y2nNGTh6hX2BuWD3Ae3RGq88j_2WKaKW5yoOs1i8tOb_JzxFKkWWG7ualCiJv3zr26P6otJ4JF51v7vy-h792Og4DnXm0TUvlDfG6z0vsRNVoOsVqM/s1600/courtenay_knight.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649233412622570802" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh18xiqZiZXzYvgKpW7B9CL7w745y2nNGTh6hX2BuWD3Ae3RGq88j_2WKaKW5yoOs1i8tOb_JzxFKkWWG7ualCiJv3zr26P6otJ4JF51v7vy-h792Og4DnXm0TUvlDfG6z0vsRNVoOsVqM/s400/courtenay_knight.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 243px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
On the dark surface of the night,<br />
The fly of oblivion buzzes past.<br />
I stare at the knowings of my life,<br />
Shrouded in askance. <br />
<br />
Clout of unknown suspicion haunts.<br />
But your loving gaze rules the night.<br />
My passions strike again and again.<br />
So, I let my tormented mind drown.<br />
Polishing old remains.<br />
<br />
You look inside my hollow eye.<br />
You taste the frown that dances my lips.<br />
You choose to sew a scattered heart.<br />
My hunger you tame.<br />
Making splashed paint come to life.<br />
<br />
In your fire I burn my soul,<br />
On your tender kisses I thrive.<br />
Vulnerable I hate to be,<br />
Like knife slicing through butter,<br />
You make me in strength believe.<br />
Hope floats to survive.<br />
<br />
Sorrow licks my plate of sumptuous treats clean,<br />
Tethered to my sins,<br />
I pretend to be bravery queen.<br />
<br />
Rider of dawn,<br />
You stroke my hair,<br />
Re-kindling my joys.<br />
<br />
Stay you may immortal...<br />
Cast pale shadows chasing off the night.<br />
Embrace me so eternally.<br />
Encase me in your love tomb.<br />
And I shall live with you beyond time.</div>devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-60529879883849331332011-08-28T23:32:00.000-07:002011-08-28T23:54:09.983-07:00Un-wind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWWzck-6-yEs3E1audl0jLEeLUgMHq2J53fEeJX81M2TpQx6je1KaSCQZ-yYwaLeIM9HpU8GbYMQRDPCY9Ro5GoJQuryj1c8NFxhpUGj40D8slKfLKaaCcEHezY_1i66mvbTnoWJs1KUY/s1600/Wind_by_Fredh.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWWzck-6-yEs3E1audl0jLEeLUgMHq2J53fEeJX81M2TpQx6je1KaSCQZ-yYwaLeIM9HpU8GbYMQRDPCY9Ro5GoJQuryj1c8NFxhpUGj40D8slKfLKaaCcEHezY_1i66mvbTnoWJs1KUY/s400/Wind_by_Fredh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646166430979498418" /></a>
<br />The sun shines soft today,soothing a strand here and there. My hair shines in streaks of empowered individualism that runs to grace spirits of melody.In the grasp of the warmth, the water lashes against rock. Liberating salt pepper cliches that surround me in the materialistic world. Freedom has been binding, not really existing like it was in my dream. The warm breeze gets me elated this late afternoon. Happiness worms its way again into my mind. It is a sweet irony, how in the same breeze it was once fluttering like a leaf, restless in agony. Twirling and twisting in the dance of madness.
<br />
<br />Blow wind, blow me out of my mind. I'm finding, searching, galloping...as farther as I may. Turning not again to my lethal mind. It is my own that I fear. Vile demons of creative drought. Words jinxed in an unkind broth. Making me an awful stew.
<br />
<br />Blow wind, blow me out of my mind; Until silence descends upon me, unwinding me into another time.devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-39324142525569713862011-08-18T22:56:00.000-07:002011-08-18T23:49:22.476-07:00Gone ColdThe photographic frame of her eyes catches and scans empty walls. Painted gargoyle, smelling of pungent green moss, desires set aflame. People climb the empty walls in their timidity, like little ants in hurry. Some slip in their fury and fall, some let impatience sweep them. She stares from the thicket of her lashes. Impotent to the fall each man makes, sterile of love. Emptiness feeds on nothing but abortive hope. The sun rests on her lap and the moon grins in all his evil from the sky. Frost laces her hurt and she cuts deep wounds, abrading pale skin, keen to see sign of life. Expecting a fresh warm gush of blood to fill her hungry mind. Starvation burns her insides as she sees nothing but layers of more pale skin beneath.
<br />The window panes shudder and the snow engulfs her again. Her snowman promised her the sun…in love they would melt and become one. Then death came crawling like a spider. Pinching his skin blue. Poison spreading like fire in the forest. Irrevocable, incurable, pounding his temples and hemorrhaging her happiness, she can’t reach out for him with the sun on her lap.
<br />She lets herself shred. Begging the sun to leave her and take her man. Melt him alone. The wind let out a moan. The moonlit night covered him in a blanket of white powder. Here he melted betrayed.
<br />Now she is hollow. Repenting why she let her love die, how fickle is her mind, early spring butterfly.
<br />Completely shred, so half a hand left. Waiting to build her snowman again with her hollowness!
<br />One red rose lies there. Like a blot of blood, crimson and fresh on the eerie whiteness.
<br />The snowman died and no one knew. They..those ants crawling the empty walls crowd among the rose of death. In their shrill voices sing an obituary piercing the dark skies with crackling thunder.
<br />She has no grave. She died with the sun. Her soul haunts the abandoned silver woods. Guarding her snowman in a white cloak, mad beyond madness, guilty beyond redemption…
<br />Unusual love trapped the SNOW-WOMAN. Trapped in the castle of her own fears, prisoner of her own demons…
<br />Gone cold beyond death. SNOW-WOMAN.devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-41683434718585227642011-08-18T06:13:00.001-07:002012-03-21T23:29:58.340-07:00ME<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don't want the peace of the graveyard,
<br />
I would prefer the turmoil of the ocean
<br />
and I shall always sing my own song.</div>devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-53101061323669704182011-08-17T00:19:00.000-07:002012-03-21T23:31:02.857-07:00Mother Sterility<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I dropped a tear into my meal,
<br />
And it turned acrid.
<br />
It stung my eyes.
<br />
I dropped more tears.
<br />
Oh! and how the world turned saline!
</div>devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-50648199852585712202011-08-16T23:46:00.000-07:002012-03-21T23:32:07.825-07:00VACANT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There is no occupant,
<br />
Nothing to empty till the last drop, but agony.
<br />
Old autumn leaf tattered by the wind with holes,
<br />
Hollow to the core.
<br />
On a course unknown.
<br />
Like a camel,
<br />
Timid and unintelligent.
<br />
<br />
Snails grow on me like adamant weeds,
<br />
Piercing me with barbs,
<br />
Turning purple.
<br />
Dead flesh twisting and turning.
<br />
Like a reptile whose tail's chopped off.
<br />
<br />
DARK,DARK,DARK.
<br />
I'm back to you.
<br />
Steal me from the world and I will never ask you.
<br />
Bent like an old rubber slipper,
<br />
Rusted insides...
<br />
Don't let your breath mingle with mine.
<br />
Mine is foul.
<br />
Corrupt inside.
<br />
That foul stench of hollowness.
<br />
Pale cuts not oozing blood.
<br />
Just Vacant...
<br />
Lying in a pool of venom.
<br />
Dark Green Venom.
<br />
Unoccupied.
<br />
Dinner of the Dark.
<br />
Don't touch me..
<br />
I'm infected with vacancy</div>devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-86755004189127488292011-08-08T23:54:00.000-07:002012-03-21T23:33:11.721-07:00Aged in love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hell let’s forget the world,
<br />
Leave careworn smiles behind.
<br />
Here’s to the pastel skies,
<br />
Shedding their icy cold,
<br />
Melting, like ice floating in a glass full of youth.
<br />
<br />
Hell let’s forget the world,
<br />
Delve into sins,
<br />
Formless.
<br />
Intangible.
<br />
Sublime.
<br />
Triumphant and graceful...
<br />
Locked like a bracelet,
<br />
Cheering on together,
<br />
Up and down the wrist of life!
<br />
<br />
Hell let’s forget the world,
<br />
Silver in age,
<br />
Traverse adventures and commit innocent crimes.
<br />
Until oblivion conquers us,
<br />
And beauty becomes a matter of the mind.
<br />
<br />
Hell let’s forget the world,
<br />
Leave careworn smiles behind.
<br />
Who knows…?
<br />
When the old woman dies young…
<br />
The young man’s old memories shall keep him alive!
<br />
<br /></div>devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-15210242611564097392011-08-02T00:45:00.000-07:002012-03-21T23:34:22.805-07:00Away from rhyme<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Every note hung,<br />
Up and down a string.<br />
Melodious.<br />
Perfect.<br />
One word agreeing with another.<br />
To the world's ears music.<br />
<br />
Here I stand.<br />
Unstrung, unsung.<br />
Complete in my discord.<br />
Moving silently through every note.<br />
From the baby's lullaby,<br />
Into the leaves in sophomore of the spring.<br />
From the rusted, old temple bell,<br />
Into the morning rain, rattling window panes clean.<br />
Making sure I'm not strung perfectly,<br />
Made into a Tra-la-la.<br />
<br />
I'm a note not yet made,<br />
I shall never pigeon hole be.<br />
Away from rhyme,<br />
I beat an unusual euphony!</div>devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405597888190164628.post-17514426648114248582011-08-02T00:31:00.000-07:002012-03-21T23:35:35.526-07:00Khuda aur Insaan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Khuda toh woh hai,<br />
Jisme kush insaan hai.<br />
Aakhir khuda ko bhi toh,<br />
Insaan ne hi banaya hai.<br />
<br />
Sabse khusurat hai tu jisse aye zindagi,<br />
Woh to bass doston ka pyaar hai,<br />
Baaki kaun jane ki kya hai zindagi?<br />
Lamhon ki hai zindagi,<br />
Ya zindagi khud hi ek lamha hai?</div>devanginihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17621118000772444679noreply@blogger.com2