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A guest post on 'The Cloud and The SMEs' by me, only on 'MyOperator'. And yes, it is not a poem or has any thing to do with romance ;) !!
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Love Bitten..

It is because time and again I've expressed

That I am at loss now
with seemingly nothing to write for you

I love you in every metaphorical way
that I have kept forward

Every song that I've sung for you,
every poem & prose that I wrote for you

So what do I do now that suddenly there seems to be a dearth?

One word that has sat heavily on my floating mind

is that how lost my world would have been in your absence

And to my surprise, the best person I've met is a man

in you whom I met just few years back, and I wonder whence

did all this love emanate between us

Of course some time back I would have said
 that the love was always there within us

We just pierced each other to let it flow between us

But now I say, “you made me create it, we created it

in bright and dark, calm and passionate hues”

And I pick different pieces from the scattered world around

And it all gets metamorphosed into love for you

Everything from the basic to complicated,
violet to red and beyond

sketches you and me surviving winds,
drying in scorching heat,

getting wet in rains, twitching eyes in bright lights,
 kissing dark nights

You for no reason have fought with me, 
and so have I, a few times!!

You have left me innumerable times
 to come back to me in few numbers

But my heart runs towards you every time,
my mind dwells in your city

Of course it wears me out but despite of it, 
in front of you always, I try to stand pretty

You conjure the best dream for me,
and compose the sweetest song I can sing

You wouldn't ever leave me, would you?
I fear it some time

Without you outside, 
I would freeze inside to force life out

And you wouldn't leave me 
because your life would be dull

Without the solid colors I impart to the skin of your world

You wouldn't be able to sail around
 without the strong hull

Made of my world, and of course 
how would you spread your wings

and fly the long distances in the free perilous skies
without the companionship that I bring?

So now I state and not  just wish

Because I know that the movie we are part of has no meaning

if it doesn't end with us, it simply won’t make any sense

The tears and the violent seas
that I've swam across would be grieving

for troubling me for no reason,
for challenging me for nothing

So my love, don’t worry, and never panic

As I’m always with you as you will be with me

Never feel confined in the intricate world within and outside you

As I propel the fresh and old, calm and violent sea
 to float on the periphery

So that you can sit and relax, live and bask

under the distant yellow sun, lying of course next to me!!

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Now you see It..

They are coming, they are nigh

They are coming, they have weighed

Your life then and now

With and without hope, sweet and sour

You remain still; your eyes do not blink

You think, may be, this is the time

You think, maybe there will be no more commas

They are coming, they are faintly saying

You see a lucid passage into the sky

Your numb feet are floating,

you don’t need now concrete to walk on

And you smile that you are no more stumbling

The religiously worn black threads around your ankles get untied

You think, maybe there will be no more fear of injury

They are coming, they are singing

And you hear your songs all being played

You seem to disintegrate with the music or the other way

And it all stays; it seems eternal

Tears of redemption flow from your eyes

What more could you have asked for, you think

You’re drinking heaven; you’re hearing heaven

Now that you have contained it

You think, may be you are bigger than heaven

They are coming, they are preaching

And your knowledge seems to surpass your imagination

All that you learned in your life was full of pure wisdom

The richness of your mind, you easily underestimated

Yet you remained under the illusion

that you were not blessed

and now as you feel connected to other souls

You realize the false truth that you were never loved

They are disappearing and so are you now

A strange cloud spreads inside you somehow

You cry and laugh from the past

till you are filled with both

till both life and death contains you

till you see the one, the one you loved the most

Your life then becomes only that one moment

when with him you had become one

For a moment you want to live that moment again

You want to rewind and live life with him again

But before other memories

start clinging to that one moment

you expand into the space around you

till your love, your life fills the whole

till you neither have to dispense or draw on any dole

till the canvass that you had painted with colors of verity and faults

hangs in front of you, plain white ethereal unrolled

till everything in the end sums to zero

It's a poem written from a perspective of a person experiencing death..

Our life dreams the Utopia.

                                          Our Death achieves the ideal..

                                                                                 - Victor Hugo

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Found You..

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That one person, who you always find everywhere in everything somehow. You don't need to remember, you just know it.."Wish you were here.."

Amidst the unknown, in the new rains

With young clear drops falling on a smile

With wet colours on unfinished palette

In the creation that my fate, with my hands was designing

I found you; I sketched you

In the most soothing music, in my favourite line

For that melody in the tune that I hear on loop

In logic for all the facts and lies

that were told to me since I was a child

I found you; I heard you

I wove many stories in my mind

in my dreams day and night

with colourful sands of time

with shadows from past and neigh

There I found you; I created you

As I set my fingers on lows and highs

on white and black keys on piano of my life

With strings of lucidity and blurredness

As I gave my heart beats to the rhythm

I found you; I sang you

With yellow rays of hope and freshness,

with words of wisdom and foolishness

on the riverbed of mornings and evenings

on flowing pebbles and flowers

I found you, I drew your reflection

At a distance, as you flinched, in bright daylight

I cheated that moment and came close to you

I stole the light around to confine you to my sight

As the weight of the moment grew

to a place away, with you I flew

Where then I found you, I unravelled you

“As the dry air gets the scent of wet soil

I know it’s raining somewhere

Yet within me something as caught flare

Somewhere the sleepiness has awaken

to only lose consciousness again in your arms..”

A beautiful scenery was then conjured

But the morning has returned now

As I wear the faded fabric of that evening

I find you, I sense you
In old and new, I somehow always find you..

"Wish you were here.."..If you haven't listened to this song, you are missing out on one of the most beautiful songs that have ever been..

  

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Disfigured

I shooed the pride away

In silence it grew around my neck little by little

So, I curbed it by its neck

It ballooned out of my hand

I waited for it to explode

In silence I heard it roar

And I can’t hear me speak any more.

So, I started humming a tune

From a melodious to a high pitch one

I spoke expressions that gushed out of no one’s land

and wore colours that bloomed

out of the pond of self-conceitedness

Engaged to night in broad daylight

I stand still in front of a mirror

and all I see is a clueless veiled bride

So I take the jewels off my body

I rub the colours off my skin

till I feel the warmth of my own blood

And for a moment, for once, I feel near to me

drenched in the two red; one false and true

And as I look at my hands trying to identify

I realize the loss that I once used to dread

And when the swiveling group of pride stings me

I run to save myself on a road unknown

I know I’ll get lost, I know

I’m thinking of the place where I might land

If I could have my fears fanned

I would stand still and feel each sting

And in my ears, hear the pride ring

The lies it has got for me

I try to hear from distance the warning

Of the flying truth soon to be a bygone

So I close my eyes and I remember

a music that can still reach my ears,

A melody so pure that can meet,

the truth’s seat at a depth inside me,

in a well where both heaven and hell flow

A song that can melt my pride into tears

and smile, honey and brine

A tune that with affection can lift the veil

to smoothen my disfigured face

And I’m hearing it now

a harmony in the chaos

With a curtain that’s not low

I’m seeing clearly a dove

with which, to bliss a melancholy just rose

and a pride glowing with humility

Where’s the disfigured me?

All I now see is splendour

All I now hear is splendour..

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Spellbound

How can it be? It's just a brunch!

Yet you sit here spellbinding me..

And nobody is watching, except for your eyes

And your sight fills the room

The music that’s playing melts in this moment

And I realize my eyes are not dry..

They say something beautiful, your eyes

Like a lovely song in a language I can’t understand

The music of which only I comprehend

And I don’t wish to memorize the tune

But just the bliss to stay and linger around

In this moment untouched by the world outside

So I beg to borrow some time from all the time I have

to defer the next second not containing this moment

But this moment is so strong and yet light

Like a dove set to take its flight

How do I keep it till this song ends

till your eyes leave mine?

We do the talking through the curves on our face

We walk the lanes of the memories that have just flashed

Only if I could praise; and if at all I could praise

The beauty of what we are going through now, this day

I would write forever and still remain unsated

And to understand the depth of this moment

I will have to seed it in all my dreams

We remain seated next to each other

And I feel as safe as if I were in your arms

We don’t move as if happily paralyzed

Yet I’m living a thousand lives

I don’t know, how you feel and if you understand

But all that your eyes contrive

Is like a dreamy place in a mist

Where I wish to remain endlessly

But you don’t understand

And I would know, if you did

The mirage that your eyes have created

Will do no good to me afterwards, amidst those sands

Tell me if this music will flow

Or is it just a fantasy that I plough?

Rush

We talked, and more often we use to have arguments, unending discussions which used to exhaust our energies but not the content and thoughts fueling our mind. We wrote too, on Microsoft word, on our own tangible old buddy-paper, in diaries and at times we scribbled too on bare walls of our hostel rooms.
Well I’m talking about one of my dearest friends-Pooja Joshi (if I were putting it on facebook, I would have tagged you Pooja!!) whom I recently asked to write a guest post for my blog. And just as I had expected, she came up with a beautiful piece I can decorate my blog with. And here I’m sharing it with you guys.

  
    "Inspired by Each thing I do I rush through so I can do/ something else" - Stephen Dobyns

If I had a single moment to myself each day,
That day would be filled with pain again-
For in that moment I would unquestionably find
That what I'd become is not how I'd begun.

If I had a single chance to take,
That instance would be filled with doubt again-
For in that chance I would not rely,
This what I wanted is not what I need.

If I had a single fibre of courage bestowed,
That strength would slowly waste away
And to that strength I would not hold
For tears taste better to a hopeless soul.

If I had a single hand to hold-
That gesture would be frowned upon,
For in that hand is a touch of kindness-
That guilt would be my ultimate withdrawal.

If I was asked to make a single wish,
That dream I'd seen open eyes would revive,
And in that dream I would want to reside-
For what I rush through is just life.

So don't give me a moment, a chance or courage
Don't lend me a hand or ask for my wish
I don't want to cherish what I can't nourish
I just want to rush through this life.

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Detachment

If I could fly, if I could fly

Would you spare me the ground, would you?

If I could wish, if I could wish

Would you spare me the truth?

And if I could compose music

Would you spare me the audience?

You see, I don’t know, who you are

But would you spare me the mirror?

And why are you standing here by me

when my world won’t even accommodate your shadow?

And why do you even listen to me,

the words between us would be lost

If there’s a speck of light in this time

let it be suspended here in this frost

for these moments to be warm in our memories

If I could leave, if I could leave

Would you spare me the memories?

These skies offer us nothing

no boundaries between the tenses, past and present, present and future

Yet we look above as if something’s there to look after us

And you wait here in the yellows and oranges of heat and rain

Our dampened feet would just stay in the pool of rain

Tomorrow our feet would dry but the pool would remain

If I could run away, if I could run away

Would you spare me the chase?

I wear a crown of broken thoughts studded with twigs of freedom

And the twin wings of light and dark carry me under the skies

Yet you try to join and understand the broken

The red edges of disjoint thoughts have bled

These stains won’t leave your fingers then

My impression on your world would leave an empty dent

You have already carried yourself too far, all along

If I could hurt myself, if I could hurt myself

Would you spare me the healing?

So offer me an escape, you can’t catch up with me

Let the words and music stay at their own place

Those are not to be carried around; you will lose them and the pace

You would land nowhere and they would offer you no solace

Coz tomorrow is yet to come and you don’t know

The music it would play for you

The words that would splash on the glass of that time

That other pair of feet that would stay in the pool

So buy the space for your future now

Don’t get carried away, the present always decays

What remains belongs to no tense

So If I could stay, if I could stay

Would you spare yourself my company?

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A Guest post from Glad2bawoman: Conversation With Myself

This is a guest post from glad2bawoman, a website that specially celebrates the success and freedom of women. With various articles written from the women's perspective and by women, this is surely a step towards furthering the liberation of women in today's era. The following is a poem that captures the transient phase in a journey of a woman and how she is dealing with it by having a conversation with herself. 

"In moments of solitude and even amidst crowd,

I’ve often talked to myself out loud,

And wondered about the myriad things,

The moony tinges and gossamer wings,

Why do I smile smiles that hide a pang of pain,

Why do we calculate life in terms of loss and gain?

Why is freedom reduced to simply a term?

And we live a life, enslaved, worse than a worm.

I stand solitary in this journey, stranded and cold,

No heart to comfort me, no arms to hold,

Walking through this maze, I might find myself,

I’m melting away to oblivion, like the candle-flame,

Dusty and defeated, I lost in this vicious game,

My cries break the dead silence, yet heard by none.

The void within cries out in agony - all said and done.

All that is pent-up within, I want to shout out to the skies,

But sinister shadows choke my voice with lies.

How long shall I walk on, tired and numb, I know not,

The vast unknown lies ahead, yet nothingness is all I’ve got."

For more on Glad2baWoman, visit http://www.glad2bawoman.com/

This Road

This road goes somewhere, I think and so do you

This sky is limitless and so is the time that brews

your grief, your sins, your joy, your deeds

in all those hours that you spent in those pits and at cliffs

You know that you know nothing

And you know that the true may not even exist

You’ve seen everything and yet nothing

So you try to recall and try to dig

You then find a trunk of treasure and gifts, cheers and spit

and those moments that had lasted few seconds,

your hopes and fears that have both throbbed and numbed

You were confident but you don’t know what to believe

You’re tired, you’re torn, you’re in company and yet forlorn

But if I open the doors to the white beaches and blue seas

I know you’ll run towards it with open heart, and free legs and arms

I know it’s just under a layer of dust, your yearn, not torn

In your heart, yes you have a heart, no matter how you are

you carry the energy of life, the sanctity of death

the whispers of eternity, the echoes of your breath

You may not realise what has been seen by your eyes

the ugliness of heinous brutality,

the vividness of kindness and generosity

You may not realise when the blink of your eyes took a longer time

and you missed the drops of reality

that would have livened up the essence of you and your life

The pastures are still green somewhere down this road

that you and I have taken up to explore

the unseen, the unknown, the beauty that we wish to hope

that is still there, not murdered, not raped

and lies naked and clothed at its own wish, with pride and dreams unfettered

where you and I will not step back or fear

But with our eyes squinched, we’ll pause in awe from distance to see

the beauty that is to be loved and not conquered,

before we move ahead feeling blessed and in bliss

Remember that we may know nothing, but we know to hope

We may not have the map, but we know there’s the road..

Life goes on. For those who are feeling pathetic about the inhuman incidents that our minds are repeatedly horrified with, I want to say, that we have to keep moving towards the light, howsoever distant it may be; that we have to keep striving to make our lives better.