Saturday, 9 April 2016
THE ABSTRACT ME !
THE ABSTRACT ME !
you ask them, who am i ?
they would tell a 'name', so unfair ! glue five letters together and they think they can define me, but i know names are arbitrary as Saussure says.
i asked myself who am I ?
i am not mere a five letter name;
I am a wish dwelling around.
A wish quenched by ink,
A wish drenched in ink
seeking for a possibility to be imprinted,
as the stars are, on the sky.
the sky, one may call it
but an parchment is what
a wish like me calls it.
Through my eyes blue
i see the gushing ocean to swim through
and float upon free,
until the treacherous time plans a sink for me.
The ocean might be cold
but I have faith in my breath
and I have learnt that
''if one's faith is still burning while the sink , they call you a shooting star".
and that is an eternal belief indeed .
ask yourself ! find your own abstract story as everything else dies except time which once again is an abstract notion.
you ask them, who am i ?
they would tell a 'name', so unfair ! glue five letters together and they think they can define me, but i know names are arbitrary as Saussure says.
i asked myself who am I ?
i am not mere a five letter name;
I am a wish dwelling around.
A wish quenched by ink,
A wish drenched in ink
seeking for a possibility to be imprinted,
as the stars are, on the sky.
the sky, one may call it
but an parchment is what
a wish like me calls it.
Through my eyes blue
i see the gushing ocean to swim through
and float upon free,
until the treacherous time plans a sink for me.
The ocean might be cold
but I have faith in my breath
and I have learnt that
''if one's faith is still burning while the sink , they call you a shooting star".
and that is an eternal belief indeed .
ask yourself ! find your own abstract story as everything else dies except time which once again is an abstract notion.
Tuesday, 16 February 2016
a happy but chained wish
you came to me that day hiding something behind
you wanted to tell but it fitted in words which you could not find,
i guess,
you wanted me to see through
trust me, i tried
but the colours were too bright;
the vivid image of your eye stealing face
when on your back,your little hands clutched it so tight
but still gentle not to hurt the wish
-the wish- to pick colours from the black and white,
a wish to listen the deepest of oceans,
-your wish-to make the wishing star -yours-,
you didn't show me your hands
i heard it in yours tiniest of smiles
i saw the wish trying to peek from your glowing eyes;
i could only whisper to you -the heights-
where i stand the present day
from where i could see all my wishes,i clenched like you
clinging on a cloud like
a happy but chained wish...
# -message- divya
Friday, 5 February 2016
Sunday, 31 January 2016
Sunday, 17 January 2016
Friday, 8 January 2016
TRUST
Trust speaks
-Though -its best unspoken,
The yellows fall in terms with the springs
That the woods will flourish again,
The roads keep running
So the sun isn't caught in hands
HE sent us on land
Believing that we will find the way to him one fine breath
and, we don't keep a count on the beats of ours as,
He keeps his stars safe we know...
-Though -its best unspoken,
The yellows fall in terms with the springs
That the woods will flourish again,
The roads keep running
So the sun isn't caught in hands
HE sent us on land
Believing that we will find the way to him one fine breath
and, we don't keep a count on the beats of ours as,
He keeps his stars safe we know...
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