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15th August 2008, 11:37 AM
#21
Senior Member
Veteran Hubber
her fingers draw spiralling swirls upon a striped spread
and i wonder what joy lies out of her mind's reach
for her heart is already there
playing upon the tendrils of the wind
dipping, dropping, skimming, simply skipping
along with the dews of rain just rained
there she is again, searching my eyes, I rather stare at the mould spackling the crumbling ridges of this neglected hall. Why can't I have some peace of mind? I feel, yes maybe pity and even an affectionate exasperation. There are too many expectations that I would rather fufill, uncertainites that I can handle, I work towards them and complete them. This...this I have no clue about. It is but a foolish dare that I refuse to question or pursue, whatever it is, it is merely subjective: she will be on a high, on a low, not on earth. Objectively it will all pass in time.
her fingers dodge the tears that stain and splotch the spread
i need no one to tell me that there is no joy where she is
her heart is sand struggling to become stone
yet with every beat it crumbles further drawing forth a new tear
dripping, spattering, inching, tracing its salt trails
questioning the hope that dies alone and still
without reason
yearns
towards its
neglected
home
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15th August 2008 11:37 AM
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15th August 2008, 06:10 PM
#22
Senior Member
Diamond Hubber
Anbe Sivam
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17th August 2008, 05:36 AM
#23
Moderator
Diamond Hubber
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18th August 2008, 08:06 AM
#24
Senior Member
Seasoned Hubber
Beautiful!!!!!
Tears - absolutely
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19th August 2008, 07:16 AM
#25
Senior Member
Veteran Hubber
to you all
slippery, little, mess
gasping, acutally rasping
for air too grey.
air that too preys...
upon this snivelling, snip of trivial strife.
it has no fur, no scales, no skin...
it has no purpose
it has no desire
to thrive all on its own.
it cannot swim, or fly or attempt to walk
it just spreads, scatters, slides, slithers
sealing tiny fates.
quite silently,
quite violently,
but does it matter?
as a creator what are you to say?
it's out of my hands
it out of yours too...
it's
out into the world.
it grows, it crows,
it continues to show:
that which we create
we cannot destroy
we could try...
but right here, right now...there is no need for why.
let it be,
let us see...
our lives by then,
will be but dates
in some digitized
archive.
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19th August 2008, 12:18 PM
#26
Senior Member
Platinum Hubber
Wow! What an ease with phonemes and similar words with perfect meaningful grace! But why the persistent undertone of melancholy?
Eager to watch the trends of the world & to nurture in the youth who carry the future world on their shoulders a right sense of values.
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20th August 2008, 01:18 PM
#27
Senior Member
Veteran Hubber
PP Maam thank you for noticing!!!
i think it's no coincidence that pain and poetry start with the same letter....but truthfully PP Maam...i guess i am just in that kind of thematic mood is all....
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20th August 2008, 01:27 PM
#28
Senior Member
Veteran Hubber
may i have a insight?
a glimmering glimpse
that will once and for all...
but i am too afraid.
a number of un-quipped
questions circle
the circumference
of a thought
i feed it
italics where it is not even bold
sugar where it is plainly tasteless
exclamations where there are only full stops.
and so i too should stop
but it is the only thing that allows me to feel safe
connected to a normalcy that no way is a reality
i desire a truth
that will start a beginning
of what only i want
i shall never know then.
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20th August 2008, 01:43 PM
#29
Senior Member
Platinum Hubber
Strange line of imagination and skilful word play!
Eager to watch the trends of the world & to nurture in the youth who carry the future world on their shoulders a right sense of values.
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20th August 2008, 01:51 PM
#30
Senior Member
Veteran Hubber
Originally Posted by
Querida
may i have a insight?
a glimmering glimpse
that will once and for all...
same feeling :P
Originally Posted by
Querida
but i am too afraid.
yeah
Originally Posted by
Querida
a number of un-quipped
questions circle
the circumference
of a thought
Originally Posted by
Querida
i feed it
italics where it is not even bold
sugar where it is plainly tasteless
exclamations where there are only full stops.
Originally Posted by
Querida
and so i too should stop
but it is the only thing that allows me to feel safe
connected to a normalcy that no way is a reality
sometimes
Originally Posted by
Querida
i desire a truth
that will start a beginning
of what only i want
i shall never know then.
i believe
PS... enakku purindha vidhaththil eduththukkondEn enakkum porundhugiradhu
Seven social sins:
1.Politics without principles
2.Wealth without work
3.Pleasure without conscience
4.Knowledge without character
5.Commerce without morality
6.Science without humanity
7.Worship without sacrifice
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