Slipped when it was dry...

And walking out from the bedlam session,created long long time ago,grabbing my hedonic thrills...was like playing the packman again and again...

Sneaking through a squalid alley...don't really know...

My intentions were fragile and maneuvering was nil...

All your credos seemed fake..

My naivety made things worse.

Thought of starting out right from zero..

Guess it is not the truth...

Love the way it is...

Ever changing...bleak...

Eventually shows the way!

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anindyo said…

wat vocab .... !!
ending was rythmic n simpler ....
sweet ... keep em coming ..
let creativity flow !

March 19, 2010 at 11:34 PM

riddles...??

Why does the Nature unleash Her fury and unveil the miseries? Who is the Omnipotent?Who makes us to cringe and we feel so defenseless at times? What the heck Science do?And the Satellites? What is there in literature while people remain illiterate mostly? Why some kids tiff over the candyfloss while some others ordeal is to fill their tummies? What is there in the late-night jives while the street children cannot sleep? And their cries remain unheard,neglected? Why the glittering sky-scrapers shine holding their heads high while the thousands of shelter are inundated? What is essential in the big-screen TV and MTV tantrums while the house-hold maid is being raped? Do the people elate when their leaders recriminate? Why romance is ephemeral?And the twilight? Why the guns are so immaculate? And the brave hearts fight till kingdom comes? Why my cigarette burns down so quickly? And the thoughts...they die? " There’s a big a big hard sun beating on the big people in the big hard world...

Emancipating....

The line that lingers...."It's better to burn out than to fade away..." The blacksmith is relentless at his work....day in and day out. The shrill periodic metallic noise subduing the clamour of the strangers.... The seamstress weaving a motley coat....the exuberance of colourful cotton threads..... A character is moulding into the character and its inner voice is in its highest pitch... The mirror is shattered ironically. Multiple facial images that appear....synonymous to the multiple character dwelling in one's self.... The pragmatist,altruist,beguiling and perhaps puerile.... And the ominous,ugly one who is coercing into the void like the rippling oceanic waves wiping the fragile sand castle from the shore. Call is now from the omnipotent self in quest of the El-dorado. Thriving on every success.Accepting the challenge of the inscrutable,prolixious road ahead and from the self-destructing self. The mind is educating and in the end revelry is awaiting.... The line ...

An escapist and hounding reality...

The two kittens were fighting and scratching each other... Now they are in sleep..a square meal..and their mother is gone.. The vitality has already begun.. The time in between..I didn't realize... Smitten by a grotesque feeling.. Lost somewhere..stuck somewhere... The rescue route..untraveled..has never been tried in fact... I watched the man who forgot his meal-box in haste to catch the daily train... I have seen the wayfarer..scrounging through his map.. I have seen people strange.. Speeding high.. Voluptuous fly.. Basking in the sunset-canvas-sky... The deepest eyes..darkest shadows behind.. And the man who sees it with an intense try.. The time in between...I didn't realize...

"IMAGINOR":Hour Of Magic....

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