Tuesday, November 20, 2007

MUUUH FIIIRST POOOEEEM !! :D

Muh fiiirzt evvuh poem... :d Not taht am fond o' it or anyfin'...bu'ut..ya noe...hehe...
It suckz, but ..*ahem* thiz iz teh 1st tym am askin' ya awll tah read a poem 'f myn...Go on !


CRYING FOR YOU


I see you,
In the dancing moonbeams,
I see you,
In the twinkling starry night,
I see you,
Out of reality's realms,
In the eyes of lovers... shining bright.

Not a single day passed
When my heart didn't yearn for you
Neither did a single night last,
When I didn't cry myself blue...
You see, dear- because I still love you.

In life's journey, people come and go,
Their footprints fade out with time,
Very few care... very few try to come and comfort
You... when you are low,
You did, you cared, you set my heart aflutter.
Swaying like a wind-chime...
You amde all the difference in the world !
I still remember... how my desires unfurled,
And how you cared for me... you said... as we walked with the gentle breeze,
And now... just the memories...

You broke my heart... you forced us 'part,
Why, oh why, didn't you even think ?
I cried my heart, it almost tore apart,
As you snapped our unspoken link...

But I still love you...
Tho' you're no more around...
No more d'you hug me when am blue,
And my cries till resound.

I still see you,
For my love is true.
And just wanted to say-
I still love you...~

Monday, November 19, 2007

Gawwsshhh...how're you gonna sit thru thiz ?! :O


Ohhh... :( Am seeemply sick n tired of these crap taht I awwayz end up wif whenever I sit down to write... its a random piece of crap... :(( Yet again !!! *wailz* Ok, people...brace youselvez fer yet another dreary, draggin' creative bullshit called a "poem"... :(( *sighz*

So here it goes... :(

RAINDROPS

Can you feel the rain ?
'Tis pourin' all over
Drenchin' me in its cleansin' spree...
Come, yeah- step out !
Into the wo-rld... of pure, fresh raindrops...
Yeah, each one'z tellin' you-
What it is to be free.

Seems 'm in a trance,
Feelin' other-worldly... yeah,
The rain's wettin' me all over again.
Can't you feel it's cool ? Oh
Then you ain' human, girl !
Cuz each raindrop's still whisperin'
What it is to be free.

The drops jus' pour down
Blurrin' m' vision, oh,
Can't see a thing but this is how I wanna be...
Forget the worries, yeah,
Rinse your heart, girl,
Cleanse your sinnin' soul and hear the drops murmur-
What it is to be free...yeah...

Cuz we're all chained, bro'
Strained by cruel bonds
Unrelenting love won't let go so easily...
But break free o' the chains, girl
And run out- outside, yeah,
Cuz I can hear the raindrops
Pleadin' you to be free... oh yeah.

The drops hum in mirth, ah,
They sing in unison, yeah...
The million thumps settin' up the beat.
Hey- listen to your heart, girl,
Don't let 'em stop you...no !
Cuz am sure you'll hear the raindrops singin'-
Askin' you to be... FREE.~

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Tribute

A note to the girl, whose awe-inspirin' creation urged me to pen this poem down as a tribute to her talent and the flawless, beautiful poetry she writes. So, here goes-"Hey mate, since my experience of knowing you like the back of my hand over the past 11 years tells me that you're not gonna publish your masterpiece ( and damn well it IS a masterpiece ! If you dare to contradict me am gonna spank ya with a broomstick ! X-( ) So here I am, bloggin my teeny-weeny tribute to the MOST TOUCHIN' AND B'FUL PIECE OF POETRY I'VE EVER READ- WRITTEN BY THE BEST FRIEND I'VE EVER HAD ! Here goes the official announcement:This piece of writing is a tribute to "Temptation's Price", written by Anwesha Pal.

P.S. : As usual, I haven't decided the title ! And as usual am gonna ask Neo to help me out with it ! And as usual Neo's gonna come up with a brilliant, catchy name...!!Hats off to you, mate ! :D And hats off to my sweetheart Anwesha.. >:D<

ohk..so now Neo named it..


LOVER



Those were her last moments
The last moments of her life.
Sighing deeply as she reflected,
Upon the story of pain and strife...

Her mind reeled back in time,
Back to the days of yore...
When she hadn't known her future-
How painful would be the lore.

Twenty years of age and beautiful:
She emanated an aura of peace.
She made heads turn wherever she went
She made hearts flutter... to say the least.

All was fine till one such day,
When her eyes met his-
The sideward glance... the blushing smile
And he knew- his life was bliss...

Every day they met and came closer
Till the day he confessed.
She cried and laughed, while he kissed
Her fears now all redressed.

"Yes, yes !" He cried in triumph,
And inwardly did he sneer.
He licked his lips with a devilish wish
At the sight of her desirable figure.

Never did she realize
'Twas a Devil she loved with all her heart...
Below his smile, beneath his care
Lurked the intention of tearin' her apart.

And then came the night
She was ruined- her vain screams muffled
Violated and torn- ripped apart-
She was thrown mercilessly from the bed.

She passed the night in tears and pain, filled with utter repentance,
And then came the morning
The knife slashed across her veins
As she collapsed at the house's entrance.

And now, she lay in bed.
In the white serenity of the cabin,
While the Devil resumed his lust, found someone else
Having rioted her like a raven.

Then, the machines beeped, the heart-rate slowed
But she showed no signs of fear.
Yet strained to smile, looked up at the face
That'd brought her there; she whispered "Oh dear"...

Yes, he was her lover- one of the many
Whose hearts she'd once set aflutter,
He kneeled beside her, a tear rolled down,
She carressed his hair, but no words could utter.

He looked up- shocked,
For she'd breathed her last ,
Her face in peaceful repose.
The tears rolled deown, thick and fast,
He made his choice...

And 'twas death he chose.~

My ULTIMATE REVENGE ! :D

Uhmm... Actually I had no intention whatsoever of publishin' this piece of bullshit ! :P But I am doin' so...due to the pesterin' insistence of my best buddy... And *ahem* a note to the people who are reading this- my poetic skills are at their worst in this piece of crap...so, uhmm, do forgive me if I disgust you ! :D Thanks.


HER ANGEL



Its been a long story,
A story of heartbreaks...
It had all begun last July
When the world had reduced her dreams to mere flakes...

Fragments of the heart,
Which once pulsated with life and love
Now was pierced,
Far moved from our usual hub-bub...

Yes, she smiled, but not from within...
'Twas but a stretch of her taut lip,
For in her eyes there lurked a shadow
The pool of tears which she sometimes let slip...

'Twas then she found her Angel.
The sweet soul who reached out to her,
She felt lighter...and HAPPY...at last-
But her tragedy was far from over.

For one fine day this 'sweet soul' too
Abandoned her out there...
She moaned and cried, but hardly realised-
It had all been HER fault; she deserved this to bear.

But she sould not, for she was weak-
Too scared to be truthful.
So she blamed the world;
And screamed out loud-"Even YOU betrayed me ?! You FOOL !"

But the Angel just smiled and shook her head.
Not trying to soothe her rage,
She said, "It's time you faced the truth, girl-
It's time you turned over a new page."

But she never heard her speak- for she was already
Falling through the abyss of night...
She screamed and yelled, but none came to help-
'Cause you see... she'd, at last, lost the fight.~

The Forgotten


The wind whooshes, the owl shrieks...

I shiver in the chill of the night...

Out in the distance I can see the graveyard...

Its tombstones glowing eerily in the moonlight...


The tombstones... etched with the memoirs of the dead

They're past...they're history, they are forgotten,

Nobody remembers them, not even their dearest...

They lie, stilled, among their brethren...


The once-white marble is cold to touch,

The rotten flowers foul to smell,

But no one's complaining, as they're dead...

They're in peace...all and well.


But they lived- once upon a time...

They'd lives, wives, children and all...

But now, nodoby cares to come and remember 'em,

They no more matter- their part's significantly small...


But I hear their voices, their muffled anguish,

Their sorrow, their pain....their shame.

You must be wonderin' why-

Its because...well, I am one of them.


Yes, I had a life... a father, a mother,

Friends, sisters... even a betrothed.

But one day, the day I was betrayed,

In just a moment...it all ended...


I was betrayed, refused, tortured...

Till I could bear no more.

And so (yet) with a smile on my bleeding lips,

I ended the pain...right in the core

Of my heart, the dagger stood out...

Blood streamed down my chest.

Yet no shout of pain- no scream of agony

Escaped my lips... as I slipped into eternal rest...


Sometimes I cry, yes you'll laugh,

You'll say- "Ghosts can't cry !"

But I do... I miss my life.

I miss them all- that's why.


You can't understand...you're living.

You have a life.... you're happy.

But you'll realise the day you join me...us...

The value of life...the joys, the pains- everything...

You'll repent, but till then,

Live in the moment, for it'll never come back.


Just pay us a visit sometimes, that'll be enough...

For us - the dead, the forgotten...

We'll just slip into oblivion...~

One Last Whisper

You've left me nowhere...
Abandoned me nowhere...
Its killing me...
Cuz I can't stay away from you...
You're slipping away...
My heart cries out...
But I know its no use...
Just that...I can't stay away from you...
You've killed me...
Pierced my heart with your betrayal...
Yet I know...my love for you was true...
Just can't forget you.
You've hurt me through and through...
Though I pretend I've never known you...
Though I say I've forgotten you...
But I know I'm dying inside...
Even when I tell you that I don't care for you...
Yeah...its time for goodbye...
Yeah...its time for the final parting...
Now I set you free...and myself too.
But I know I'll die.
Just a last whisper:
"I've always loved you true"
Boy...just can't stay away from you...

On Being A Goth...


What is Gothic ? Is it a "thing"... a trend, or just a kind of fashion ? The answer is NO to all these questions. Being Gothic...or being a Goth is not about proclaiming to be a follwer of the Drak Elements... or wearing black clothes, pale make-up and black nail-polish. Gothicity is all about the feel...the very essence of the darker, murkier, more reflective side of you. Being Gothic is about expressing your sorrow through dark poetry. Its all about magnifying the gloom that is omnipresent and the need to acknowledge it. Yes- rebel, punk, black clothes, grungy accesories and black nail-polish necessarily come along with it, but they're only the secondary manisfestations of your soul's craving to be set free into the world of NIGHT... the world of BLACK... the world of darkness the world of pain and sorrow. Some people have the very wrong notion that Gothicity is all and only about horror, gore, gross images depicting young people engaged in perverted, bloody, violent acts- NO ! Gothicity is sublime... yes- dignified even. Goths aren't always the scary, gory, bloody screamers yelling profanities, as they are usually portrayed to be. Pure Goths are quiet, sad, reflective souls who introspect within themselves to extract the sorrow from their soul and see it transform into serene, mournful peices of poetry and art. In the end, its all about your soul's inner need to experience pain...Gothicity. Its got nothing to do with outward expressions using skulls and/or similar things. There's a Goth in you too, just waiting to be beckoned out to...So be unique... be a Goth... Step into the threshold of the dark world that awaits you... ~