Tuesday, June 26, 2007
poems
Being an artist, I also have some diversion to philosophy and literature. I do read and write a lot. I belive in the line "Power of words can destroy a man"And yes it is so true, that words is only the medium in which our mind thinks.I also like poetry, some of my poems are meaningless, some of which, do mean a lot - atleastfor me. I have got few poems which I wrote in my recent past, which meant a lot to me when I wrote them, but today to me they appear skeptical. Do read... and comment.
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A Dried Leaft in my Diary
A dried leaf in my diary
Reminded me the past days of glory
When I was lost in words
To define the magic of her devine beauty,
I saw her and I realized,
And I went speechless for her eyes,
I touched the leaf and it was so soft,
I felt the same when I touched her once.
It reminded me the way she cared for me,
And her silence she expressed love for me.
I was lost when I was in crowd,
even lost when left alone,
And I loved her and I loved her
and it was so true,
For only words she cound'nt
wait for me..
And then I had tears and a rose to burry,
And I found a dried leaf in my diary...
and the dried leaf in my diary.
Will you ever notice
Would you ever notice when I am gone,
The space no longer oocupied by me,
My existance fragments of a broken
memory within my mind,
And my hunger fir yiu will go unfed.
I am no loger there,
I had left the butterfly broken free,
And yet wherever I go, she is haunting me,
I am damaged, my wings are broken
However loud, I scream, you cant hear me,
You have turned your back
When I am no longer, you will mourn
your love for me,
Or will you notice when I am gone
Wings of butterfly
As love falls from the sky,
It lands on the wings of a butterfly,
The butterfly sings its songs and rhymes,
It is the messanger of patience and change,
From flower to flower, its odd and its strange..
The Butterfly can transform its world,
it give way to new begenning, unfurled.
It is a keeper of transformation,
And flies on faith of imagination.
The butterfly has no fear of change
It bravely escapes its homade cage
To change, it knows its necessary,
For all the burdens we will not carry,
The butterfly soars and merely sings
For without change it would never grow....
Hey.... waawww,,... M impressed! Great yaar. Matsach aahet. A dried leaf in my diary - khoop aavadali.
Why don't u start searching a blog or the website where u can post ur poems. There r many... n believe me, many people post their poems there and get the audience. Search it dear.
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