tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23803821877856420112024-02-20T18:07:02.526-08:00Mute WitnessVaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-55919551268931844182011-02-12T17:10:00.000-08:002011-02-12T17:10:59.197-08:00Alcoholic anonymous<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
For a friend who is almost perpetually drunk<br />
in every sense of the word.<br />
<br />
Have you seen one<br />
Walking in a daze<br />
Hair in disarray<br />
From inebriate craze.<br />
Have you seen one<br />
Of unsteady stride<br />
Clutching at his fears<br />
As they deride.<br />
Have you seen one<br />
Rambling prayers<br />
Peeling from his heart<br />
Calloused layers.<br />
Have you seen one<br />
At the red horizon<br />
Drunk and drowning<br />
In his bitter poison.<br />
<br />
I have seen one<br />
Quite like you say<br />
Hair in disarray<br />
Drunk each day.<br />
Drunk in glee<br />
Like a child with the world,<br />
In the palm of his hand<br />
Lovingly curled.<br />
Drunk in passion<br />
Like a musician's note<br />
Searching for freedom<br />
From a singers throat.<br />
Drunk in wisdom<br />
Like a gust of snow<br />
That comes like epiphany<br />
And stays evermore.<br />
<br />
I have seen one<br />
Drunk to the brim<br />
But never seen another<br />
Drunk like him.<br />
<br />
</div>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-41058120103730827202010-11-23T09:45:00.001-08:002010-11-23T09:45:48.594-08:00The Phoenix and the Bug<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">The Phoenix lives for a thousand years,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">And then jumps into the fire to be born again.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">The bug molts, discards its old unfitting ugly skin</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">And wears a new garb.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Why does the Phoenix immolate himself ?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">What is it that he wants to wipe away</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">From the memory of four hundred thousand days?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">What does it want to forget ?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">And what is the point of being born again</span>,<br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">If you cannot use your experiences ?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">If you have to learn all lessons all over again ?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Maybe he will learn them better this time,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">But he will never know that.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Why does the bug shed its skin ?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">What blemish does it have on his body, what scar,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">That he wants to remove, what new avatar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Does he want to adopt?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">And what is the point of changing the garb,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">If you cannot change your memories?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">For they have the deepest wounds.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Maybe he will look like someone else</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">But he will never be so.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">The Bug is real.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">The Phoenix is only fantastic.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">(I am a bug)</span><br />
<br />
<br />
</span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span style="font-size: 11px;">P.S. The last line should not have been there. But it sounded so funny in my head that I had to put it. I put a parenthesis to reduce the comic effect. But this is supposed to be a serious poem ok ? If it makes you laugh, feel free to :P </span></span></div>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-40644719754112544092010-11-23T09:44:00.003-08:002010-11-23T09:44:44.199-08:00Thanks<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">I thank you, for the gifts you give</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">I forget to thank, for what you do not,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">I thank you, for the sunlit days,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">For the cloudy ones, I thank not.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">I thank you, for the times you stand by me,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">I forget to thank, for the lonely seasons.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">I thank you, for giving me, a life to live,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">I forget to thank, for all the reasons.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">I thank you for being the God I pray,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">I forget to thank you, almost always,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'times new roman';">For being me, at the end of the day.</span></span>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-66148892958204090452010-11-23T09:44:00.001-08:002010-11-23T09:44:22.441-08:00Stillborn<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;">I pushed it out of my belly,<br />
Almost breathless,<br />
I picked it up, a bloodied mass,<br />
Turned it over, looked at it from all sides<br />
I twisted it, stretched it, crushed it,<br />
Does it grow ? Does it shrink,<br />
Is it warm, is it cold, soft, hard?<br />
Then I tossed it out in to the sea,<br />
It was my child,<br />
Fathered by Love,<br />
I called it Pain.</span>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-14822607296373925352010-11-23T09:42:00.003-08:002010-11-23T09:42:42.929-08:00An Ode to Autumn Leaves<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: 11px;">This is the ode, I have been so wanting to write all these days. I have done a really bad job i am sure, and it is not even a proper ode. I wanted it to sound a little archaic, so that is intentional. Though originally I had planned to write it with Thee's and Thou's, but discarded the idea.</span><br />
<br />
Beautiful they are, but vain and evanescent.<br />
The expensive accessories of the spring,<br />
Are lost soon, when the windy harbinger<br />
News of the approaching winter brings,<br />
You stand tall and watch as the grass<br />
Turns brown and barren, on the ground below<br />
The dead flowers shall soon be covered,<br />
With a cold and frozen shroud of snow.<br />
But before the winter can obliterate<br />
All colors, all cheer, you try once last<br />
To mellow the acceptance of impending fate,<br />
To remind of the beauty of the spring gone past,<br />
You change your hues, as if on fire, yet mild,<br />
And you surpass the spring in so many ways,<br />
For soon you shall fall, be crumpled, stepped on<br />
But yet you set yourself ablaze.</span>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-22912614576159155672010-11-23T09:42:00.001-08:002010-11-23T09:42:05.700-08:00Winter<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I have left my door ajar this night,<br />
For you.<br />
Let me dance this last time,<br />
And then you can thrust your icy dagger<br />
In the hollow of my chest.<br />
No red shall stain your white garb<br />
I promise<br />
And as I die in your arms,<br />
Do sing me a song,<br />
For Love,<br />
Have you not lived,<br />
In my heart for long ?</span>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-48412758777909131692010-11-23T09:41:00.003-08:002010-11-23T09:41:46.633-08:00Chili Peppers and Moonlight<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I like the days,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Not because they are bright and sunny,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">But because they are all different.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I like the wind in the trees, and how it makes them sway</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Appears to me, like they are sharing some joke</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Falling over each other laughing.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Sometimes I can even hear them play a symphony</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Or dance a ballet,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Even when I am on the other side of the glass.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">My apartment has a little patio,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">There is a little potted plant, at the base of the steps</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Not mine.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">It bears red hot chili peppers, really red!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I see it everyday when I leave for work, </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">It looks like a big red flower, makes me smile.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I like the nights,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Not because they are dark,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">But because they are all so enchanting</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I like the crickets of the night as much</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">As I like the butterflies of the day</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">There is a lot of screaming in the night,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Screams of neon signs, screams of car headlights</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Screams of light bulbs from glass windows.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">But the night steals behind me and whispers,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">"Don't scream, just... dissolve!"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">And then when I go under the covers</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">The moonlight streams in through my drawn down blinds</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">And gives me a kiss.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Well, it's only the light from the adjacent apartment</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">But under the covers, it feels the same.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">This is my world.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Where colors are not the monopoly of flowers,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Where music is not necessarily heard,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Where moonlight is not the prerogative of the moon.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I can share it with you, a bit</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Only as long, you don't come by and say</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">"This ain't the real thing".</div>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-75227994766825189152010-11-23T09:41:00.001-08:002010-11-23T09:41:04.130-08:00Mad Winds<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Mad winds, what do you say ?<br />
Mad winds, on a wintry day.<br />
Mad winds, what do you sing?<br />
How do you make the wind chimes ring?<br />
Mad winds, what do you play ?<br />
Stop doing that, it's just my hair.<br />
Mad winds, you are getting too bold,<br />
Don't blow off my jacket, it's a trifle cold.<br />
Mad winds, it's overcast,<br />
You bring the smell of rains from past,<br />
Mad winds, I like to fly,<br />
Let me get my wings and try,<br />
Mad winds, I love you so,<br />
Mad winds, don't play any more,<br />
Mad winds, around the world you roam,<br />
Mad winds, will you carry me home?</span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><img alt="" height="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16796655-9181096044029211027?l=bornaghosh.blogspot.com" width="1" /></div>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-49490830492845122092010-11-23T09:40:00.001-08:002010-11-23T09:40:39.592-08:00Heartless<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Give me a dream,<br />
For the night is long.<br />
Give me a tune,<br />
To thread back my song.<br />
Give me a heartbeat,<br />
So I know, that I belong. </span>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-41733811333804946452010-11-23T09:39:00.001-08:002010-11-23T09:39:16.070-08:00Whisper<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I wish we,<br />
Me and you,<br />
Would sit up late into the night,<br />
Tell some tales, some stories old,<br />
Whisper in the dark, some secrets true.<br />
<br />
I wish we,<br />
Me and you,<br />
Would race up the hill, in frenzied rave,<br />
Would fall panting on the glowing grass,<br />
And watch the heavens blissfully blue.<br />
<br />
I wish we,<br />
Me and you,<br />
Would make a snowman, out of the storm,<br />
Catch flakes of wantonly drifting mirth,<br />
In a winter cold, but an ardor new.<br />
<br />
I wish we,<br />
Me and you,<br />
Would talk of homes and homelessness,<br />
Would walk on nowhere leading paths,<br />
Would heal some scars, some pains accrued.<br />
<br />
But do we,<br />
Me and you,<br />
Exist at all ? Maybe we do.<br />
Somewhere behind the looking glass,<br />
Where we, you and me, can never be, alas!<br />
But I will have us no closer no far,<br />
I will have you just where you are,<br />
A place where there is no sunbeam, no frost,<br />
A place where I am just the air,<br />
And you are a whisper often lost.</span>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-90609633421179236952010-11-23T09:38:00.001-08:002010-11-23T09:38:50.606-08:00Human<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">You thought, with one blow,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">You can take away my innocence.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I thought, with one dream,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I can build my defense.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">You thought, with another,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">You can take away my dreams,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I thought, that my faith,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Shall mute their dying screams.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">You thought, You can stab</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">At the heart of my faith,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I thought, that in living,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I shall not see its death.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">You thought, You can be</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">As God, as You wanted to,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I thought, I shall forever,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Be more human than You.</div>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-89908131467374663452010-11-23T09:37:00.001-08:002010-11-23T09:37:52.751-08:00Reflection<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Why did you think<br />
That the one behind the mirror<br />
Is the real you ?<br />
Trapped in an inverted world<br />
Behind a wall that is both a barrier<br />
And your only hope for an identity.<br />
<br />
Why did you think<br />
That the one on the other side<br />
Is only a ghost<br />
Trapped in a living world<br />
Yearning for a cocoon to sleep<br />
And dream of a new life.<br />
<br />
It only needed a splash<br />
For you to see, it was not a mirror<br />
But just water, that had stopped flowing.</span>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-10937533410291055252010-11-23T09:36:00.001-08:002010-11-23T09:36:59.388-08:00River<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">And I have seen the waves</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">And laid myself dead within dark caves</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">And I have walked the dark miles</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Peeling off my lonely smiles, </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">And I have fallen on my knees</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">And begged and begged to be free</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">And yet today I see, a horizon still tied</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">To a sea of tears not yet dried </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">And I wonder if I will not</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Surrender to what I fought</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Not walk willingly in a mesh</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">And bleed all over afresh</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">And I wonder why, when I know,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">That the lights, the songs are all just show</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Why would I drink in from the glass</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">That cut me deep sometime, alas.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">And yet I know there it flows</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">The river that life is, there it goes</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">And as I stand at the shore,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I wonder again, how much more</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Shall I watch it ripple away,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">And I wonder, if I may</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Jump in that river of joys and pain</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">To live again, to die again</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Again and again. </div>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-86578982618408364532010-11-23T09:34:00.001-08:002010-11-23T09:34:49.272-08:00Helpless Adultery<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">The night yawns away</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Waiting for me,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">From the corner of his eyes</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Looks mischievously</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">He has drawn his covers</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">And is ready for the game</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Impatient yet calm</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">He calls me by my name</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I say, "You must wait"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">For my day is not yet done,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I have chores to finish,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Before the rising sun".</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">The night smiles back at me,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">And in an alluring voice,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Tells me "Come oh dear,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">There is not a gasp nor noise,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Let this quietude make,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">You heart so light and pure,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">And then I'll gift you Love</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Dreams that burdens cure".</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I say, "Oh sweetheart wait,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">For voices speak in my heart,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Such Dreams that you promise me,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Make me shudder and start."</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">The night turns away to fake,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">An anger he does not feel,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Looks from under the covers,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">If glances any I steal,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">He finds me hard at work,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">With a zeal of indifference</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Seeming heartless as steel,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Not to stand interference.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">My diligence, he reads as arrogance</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">In my silence he hears disdain,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">And it's long before he closes,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">His eyes to shroud the pain.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">The night has fallen asleep</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">And I still stare out in the dark,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">His arms still open for me,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Hush! his heartbeats hark!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I wish I could lie by him,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">And listen to his misty voice </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">But alas it's a love, I must refuse </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">For I have no other choice,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">How do I tell him Lord,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">That in the darkness of its grave</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">My heart sits up for another,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">The one whose love I crave.</div>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-12407075928969863072010-11-23T09:33:00.003-08:002010-11-23T09:33:52.560-08:00The walk<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">The day is done,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">The lights are down,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">The shutters are closed,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">In the sleepy town.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">A wind-chime chimes</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">As the night wind blows,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Over a sea of darkness,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Gusts of snow.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">The street lights bend,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Over the quiet of the air</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Like the little Gods,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">That from the heavens stare.</div>The traffic lights play,<br />
A symphony strange,<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Unawares of their futility,<br />
As in unison change.<br />
I say, Oh dance away,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">At the wind's behest,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">My day was endless as my wait,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">But it's still a night long walk to rest.<br />
And I smell slumber not too far, </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">On my long night's walk to rest.</div>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-64699634215728593812010-11-23T09:33:00.001-08:002010-11-23T09:33:22.356-08:00The Works<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Oh Softness, dear, if you will be a whisper,<br />
I will press my ears close to your bosom,<br />
Only to hear your heart beat soft.<br />
<br />
Oh Happiness, new, if you will be a flower,<br />
I will wait up the night to see you bloom,<br />
And water your roots with my blood so oft.<br />
<br />
Oh Calmness, low, if you will be a star,<br />
I will leave my footprints on the snow,<br />
For an angel to shine your light on my way.<br />
<br />
Oh Dulceness, sweet, if you will be a kiss,<br />
I will close my eyes, in your anticipation,<br />
And feel you on my lips, not a word say.<br />
<br />
Oh Humanness, kind, if you will be a hand,<br />
I will stretch out mine to hold you tight.<br />
And walk with you, with a matchless grace.<br />
<br />
Oh Darkness, lone, you are my child,<br />
You shall stay in the deepest pit of my heart,<br />
But heart, I shall never look on your face.</span>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-41498508709893033482010-11-23T09:32:00.003-08:002010-11-23T09:32:56.983-08:00Bad Poetry about Me<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I can wear an attitude, I can wear a grace,<br />
I can spell DUMB and stamp it across my face,<br />
I can be a Mac Book Pro, I can be a PC,<br />
I can be a Linux too, but I don't really find it easy, (Ok I am not a geek :P)<br />
I can be the party-pooper, I can be it's soul,<br />
I can bring things to stop, I can make them roll,<br />
I can sing the saddest songs, and make the worst jokes,<br />
Either way, people cry, at my masterstrokes,<br />
I can be the outspoken one, I can be so shy,<br />
I can go red in the face, at the sight of a handsome guy, (or girl ?)<br />
I can be the lazy bone, I can be the sprinter,<br />
I can be a pacifier, I can be the splinter,<br />
I can talk to reveal myself, I can talk to fake,<br />
I can talk, like I am now, just for narcissism's sake.<br />
I can go on an on, about all that I can be,<br />
Or I can stop right now and ask , really<br />
No, I mean.. REALLY,<br />
Which one of these is ME ?</span>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-4405142103467914722010-11-23T09:32:00.001-08:002010-11-23T09:32:22.980-08:00Behind the glass<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Last night it rained<br />
I heard the spatter on my window pane,<br />
I woke up late, after the sun,<br />
When its seven colored, rainbow was gone,<br />
<br />
Behind the glass...<br />
<br />
Behind the glass I lure a dream,<br />
Wandering away on a sun beam.<br />
<br />
Papers, pens, paraphernalia,<br />
Piled on my desk...a silly memorabilia,<br />
I stare hard at the computer screen,<br />
Wondering how long has it been<br />
Since last night's rain,<br />
Behind the glass...<br />
<br />
Behind the glass, the sky is bleak,<br />
A jet plane leaves a cloudy streak.<br />
<br />
The music fills in for the sun,<br />
The sky wears a robe, a purple one,<br />
It must be cold, I presume,<br />
I wait for the love song to resume.<br />
Still behind the glass...<br />
<br />
Behind the glass, I wish a charm,<br />
May it rain tonight again,<br />
On my thirsty open palm...<br />
<br />
On the other side of the glass.</span>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-8229925525141044932010-11-23T09:31:00.003-08:002010-11-23T09:31:55.114-08:00Conjoined Twins<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Found this poem, I had written when I was interning in Delhi, in the summer of 2005, the first time I ever lived in a big city. These were my impressions </span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Too fast it moves,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Past waiting trees, past sleeping dust,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Past electric posts, aging with rust,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Past billboards, past green traffic lights,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Too fast it moves, past days and nights.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">No stopping to breathe, to see, to feel,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">No stopping to rest, to touch, to heal, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">No stopping to dream, to fathom, to hear, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">No stopping to shed a pointless tear.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">What if one day,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Like the drops of wax from the candle, say,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">That rush down in a hurry, but stop midway,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Congealed in time, the city stops</span></span><br />
Like mannequins staring from lighted shops?<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Or is it all too great, too fast,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">That the inertia forces it out of its cast,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And nothing can arrest the mad motion,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Brutally demanding a sacrilegious devotion,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The hungry infant cries at the pavement,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The woman fumes at the lecher's depravement,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The old man like an animal draws,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Life in a cart, into death's very jaws,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nothing stops the bleeding of the scars,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Unseen by wealth-tinted windows of cars,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The city lies helpless, like Siamese twins,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Painfully conjoined, with a shared skin. </span></span></span>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-7583264656693723552010-11-23T09:31:00.001-08:002010-11-23T09:31:27.560-08:00LED man<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Where do you go, in such a hurry,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">O little white LED man,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">If I stop long enough this side,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">You'll extend your red LED hand,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">And then we'll high five and strike a bond,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">And we can be best of friends,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">And I can tell you stories such,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">That no one else comprehends.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">O white LED man, there are,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">O there are, so many, just like you,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">They come in a hurry, they walk right by</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">They often even do a big high five,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">They stop briefly as their clocks tick away,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">And then they are gone with the blink of an eye.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I must walk too, white LED man,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Before the clock ticks, and time runs out,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">It's a busy street, you bet it is,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">And I must certainly be out and about. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">We'll meet again, at the next block,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">And high five with your red LED hand,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">So long, lets keep walking our way,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">O little white LED man.</div>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-51236096453350305372010-11-23T09:30:00.001-08:002010-11-23T09:30:55.510-08:00[Meme]: Untitled<div style="font-family: sans-serif; margin: 0px 10px; overflow: auto; width: 100%;"><div style="text-align: justify;">My blogger friend, <a href="http://himanshukoshe.wordpress.com/">Himanshu Koshe</a> tagged me to this extremely interesting meme, in which you are supposed to write an untitled abstract poem.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Before I write the poem, maybe I could use this opportunity to talk a little about poetry and what it means to me. I don't even know if I should call myself a poet, as I hardly read poetry myself. I would assume that a painter does not just paint, but also finds pleasure in appreciating other painters, and likewise in other forms of art. In that case I will call myself a dabbler in poetry and hence humbly acknowledge that I am no master on the subject. That said I do take great pleasure in reading the works of other poets and/or dabblers like me on the blogosphere. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the words of Robert Frost, "A poem is never a thought to begin with. It is at its best when it is a tantalizing vagueness. It finds its thought and succeeds or it doesn't find it and comes to nothing". Hence abstraction, is at the heart of poetry. My own belief about poetry is that, poetry is not written, all poems exist in the cosmos, they just need to be discovered. It might sound a little romantic and far fetched. But I am sure a few people would agree with me. That of course does not mean that poetry comes as a divination and you have no voluntary contribution to writing a poem. A poetry as Frost said tries to find the thought in a "tantalizing vagueness". And language is just a trickster's tool to find that thought, which has to be used skillfully.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As far as titles are concerned, I often find it extremely difficult to title my poems, so the titles end up being rather bizarre, I stick to using a single word as a title in most cases. I recently started reading Emily Dickinson, courtesy Cosma, and found that most of her poems were untitled. My own thoughts about titles are that, it is as much an art as writing poetry itself, unfortunately an art I don't consider myself possessing. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I guess this meme is perfect for me, and also for other aspiring/amateur/accomplished poets.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wonder what would be my abstract poetry ? Will it be a vagueness that does not find a thought ? Let's see :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Trees on the side walk,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Electric posts,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Traffic signals,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Christmas lights past their time,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Aligned.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Do you think they will laugh,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">At the jaggedness of my rhyme ?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Clock ticking,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Water flowing,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Clouds floating,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cars snaking down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Moving.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Motion gives a false sense of rhythm,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It can fool the heart that it's beating.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">An echo from the other side,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Is what I need, to not slip away, <br />
Gravity is not enough to be rooted.<br />
An echo,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A voice not mine, I can call my own,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A vice not mine, I cannot disown,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A specter of myself, but alive. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">You keep saying it's hard to die. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I would say, it's harder to stay dead.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wait a little longer before you go,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But only if you have the time,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Burnish,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The jaggedness of my rhyme.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's quite predictable, who I will tag. It will be blasphemous to not tag <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16170100211581605875">Senor Ramirez</a>, not just because we are blogging partners, but also because he is a veritable master of abstraction :).</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I would also want to tag <a href="http://soo-far-away.blogspot.com/">Agila</a>. (Don't give me any bu****** excuses), and <a href="http://fundoome.blogspot.com/">Meenu</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And rest, please feel free to take this up and spread the meme.</div></div>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-62833778137886234622010-11-23T09:20:00.004-08:002010-11-23T09:25:26.606-08:00On Death<div style="font-family: sans-serif; margin: 0px 10px; overflow: auto; width: 100%;">Today let me believe, I am better off than you are,<br />
My world is better than yours,<br />
My friends are better than yours.<br />
I can hide myself in the embrace of my darkness,<br />
I can wear him on my eyes,<br />
You my friend, cannot even stare into your lights.<br />
I traded your music for my silence,<br />
She lulls me to an eternity of sleeplessness,<br />
You chatter yourself to sleep and fear nightmares.<br />
You have your keepsakes framed and displayed for the world,<br />
I have my scars, so dear to me, I don't need to flaunt.<br />
Today let me believe I was saved from living your life, <br />
As you leave me flowers, and sigh, that I never had any,<br />
As you mourn my death and walk away.<br />
<br />
Sorry for the spooky title and spooky poem :D</div>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-58941333706448697132010-11-23T09:20:00.003-08:002010-11-23T09:22:16.785-08:00To Melancholy<div style="font-family: sans-serif; margin: 0px 10px; overflow: auto; width: 100%;"><div style="text-align: left;">Some tell me to bury you deep,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Some tell me to drown you in sleep,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Some tell me to give you away,</div><div style="text-align: left;">They always go back in dismay.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">They ask me perplexed, "Why,</div><div style="text-align: left;">But why do you keep it nigh, </div><div style="text-align: left;">When it leaves you bleeding and sore?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Like the day, that the night, does devour."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I say nothing but stare, with empty eyes,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Where the rivulets of dreams now run dry,</div><div style="text-align: left;">And I fear, that if you shall depart,</div><div style="text-align: left;">With you, shall leave forever,</div><div style="text-align: left;">The vestige of my soul, my art. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I was thinking about this poem on the bus on my way back from lab. Came home and saw that my new camera has arrived. And boom! all melancholy out of the window. Was barely able to salvage the poem :D</div></div>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-44339694393492733692010-11-23T09:20:00.002-08:002010-11-23T09:23:16.921-08:00Don't make friends<div style="font-family: sans-serif; margin: 0px 10px; overflow: auto; width: 100%;">"Don't make friends with the Wind"<br />
The Earth would tell the Tree,<br />
"He will bring you fragrance from far off lands,<br />
He will tickle you with his invisible hands,<br />
And when you are drunk in his tender charms,<br />
He will unleash the most impetuous storms,<br />
He will strip you and try to bring you down,<br />
Before you have the time to frown,<br />
Heed my friend, if you want to be free."<br />
<br />
<br />
I tell the Tree,<br />
"You were born, not in an arid land,<br />
Where you would bury your head in the sand,<br />
You talk to the sky, you face the wind,<br />
Though your roots, the Earth does bind,<br />
You are meant to have your head held high,<br />
Though thunders may rip apart the sky,<br />
Mellifluous whispers or ravaging roars,<br />
As a friend or a foe, the Wind is yours."<br />
<br />
"Don't make friends with the bank"<br />
The ripples would tell the River.<br />
"A tranquil life the bank avails<br />
What does it know of your travails?<br />
Your journey downhill, the precipice steep<br />
The cold mountains, the valleys deep,<br />
Never such perils the bank has seen,<br />
Sedentary all his life he's been,<br />
The sea is where you must proceed,<br />
It is your destiny to succeed.<br />
<br />
I tell the River,<br />
"Your destiny shall take you far away,<br />
A moment more you may not stay,<br />
But the bank has walked with you forever,<br />
In the face of perils, he did not waver,<br />
You may not have noticed him untill now,<br />
But he has fulfilled his eternal vow,<br />
You have often, in an impassioned rage,<br />
Brought on it, unspeakable ravage,<br />
Yet silent he has let you have your way,<br />
Never given you a reason to dismay,<br />
The sea is the destiny you must attain,<br />
But the bank is your compatriot in sun or rain. <br />
<br />
"Don't make friends with passing Time"<br />
So the clock tells me,<br />
"No one has ever been able to stop,<br />
The relentlessness of his steady gallop,<br />
He is the craftiest of them all,<br />
At once he would deceive you that he has stalled,<br />
The next moment you would think,<br />
He's hurrying away in a blink,<br />
And then he will make you live a life, <br />
That is yet to come, or has long gone by. "<br />
<br />
I say, "I know I am a gullible prey,<br />
I have often lost count of nights and days,<br />
But, yet I dare to befriend Time,<br />
To reach for him, and make him mine.</div>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380382187785642011.post-45536628214312593892010-11-23T09:20:00.001-08:002010-11-23T09:24:01.805-08:00Peas<div style="font-family: sans-serif; margin: 0px 10px; overflow: auto; width: 100%;">Some times I wonder if there are peas under my bed,<br />
That grow spines in the dead of the night,<br />
And sap out slumber from my overworked veins,<br />
And even if sleep deigns to be my bed partner,<br />
The peas would make sure he grows fangs of nightmares,<br />
Digging deep into the flesh of my mind. <br />
<br />
But then, if there really are peas under my bed,<br />
I must be a real princess.</div>Vaga Bondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15483391696416575567noreply@blogger.com0