Description

Two faces, two eyes,
Each with its own perception.
Sparks gleam at
Four distinct positions
Separated, pair from pair,
By naught more
Than a screen
Another unprotected shield.
Caged, trapped, surrounded
By four walls,
Supporting a whole new world.
An array of ideas,
A rainbow of emotions.
A mountain of dedication,
Amidst trees of hope,
Hidden in the mist
Of unruly expectations.
A soul is lost
Somewhere in the sea
Of people,
Belonging to a single flock,
Following the same trends,
Treading the same path.
Lost is a soul
In the sea of unanimity.
Faced by knowledge
Ever unending,
An urge to rise
Above them all,
A spirit suppressed
Under the mount of
Responsibilities and pressure.
An attempt, a try,
Another futile effort
To meet irrational expectations
To prove stability
To prove achievement
Of a height untouched.
A symmetrical block
Bars freedom of soul,
Prevents expression of thought,
Stops the unending process of growth.
A need to unplug
A need to detach
With a hope to shine
With an urge to rise
To create a beat
To create a rhythm
Which suits the mood,
Represents life
Runs through everyone's veins
Yet remains unheard.
Yet remains unchained.
Yet remains uncaged.
Unique and free,
Yet bound by rules
And regulations of tradition,
Of respect and care,
Of family and friends,
All, but a namesake.
A definition would bind again,
A description would define.
I remain a mystery
Lost in the sea of unanimity.

-Me

Taken for Granted

I had a friend
One of a kind,
Special; funny
Independent; unique.
Two unknown souls,
Two different minds.
Two unique idea,
Two rare delights.
Chance collided upon them
Projecting them towards
Cross-roads of life.
Foolish, I was,
To play with destiny.
This childishness of mine,
I regret terribly.
The unknown paths
Remain unknown.
Lost in towering emotions
Of pride and honour.
Swirling into infinity
Not knowing where darkness ends.
If only the path
Could be retraced.
If only friendship
Could not be scarred.
If only friends
Truly remained forever.
This day would not have
Seen me, o' friend,
Taking you for granted.
I am truly in your debt.

-Me

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To,
A king of flirts,
You might have many friends, all of them better than my shameful self. But, I survive on only your friendship. I am sorry for the ill-words spoken, and for the hurt and pain caused. I need but a chance to revive the old friendship again, only if you are willing to give it to me.
Yet again, dear friend, I apologize, for the rudeness of my behavior.
From,
A block-headed vampire
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Silver Lining

*Hint*Hint*!

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Blue

I flipped through
The pages of my diary,
Reading all the words,
That represent my memories;
Stored in sheets of paper
Vulnerable; vital.
My identity lies here,
My truth written,
My mysteries solved.
My songs mute,
In their own rhythm of ecstasy.
My paintings, blank
In their own landscape of purity.
My lips draw a smile
As I notice an inevitable truth.
I have grown mature,
I have become wiser,
My strength has increased.
Determination defines me,
Ambition runs through my veins.
Life has been hard,
Its true.
The experience though,
Has been kind.
I am a stallion.
I am wild, I am free.
I live like
There lives no tomorrow.
I run like
There runs no sorrow in me.
The world would end
O' blue sky
You will change,
As everyday, as every moment.
But I:
I remain,
I am wild, I am free,
and I prevail.
Over the earth
That shall be washed way;
Over the sun,
That shall be extinguished;
Over these pages,
That shall rot.
My tales, true to every word,
Will live...
My memories, purest of all,
Will flourish...
Fragments and pieces,
I grow into
A bit here, a piece there.
But I remain,
And i remain, everywhere.
For I am wild, and I am free
I am a stallion
I am ME

-Me

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To,
A Mr. "Blue"
Life goes on, leaving a message behind... It says
"Follow me!"

From,
A vampire you may never encounter again.
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Why STUDY???

The more we study

The more we know

The more we know
The more we forget

The more we forget
The less we know...

So why STUDY???

COURTESY: A T-shirt I bought

A Thing of Beauty

A thing of beauty is a joy forever
Its loveliness increases, it will never
Pass into nothingness; but will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth.
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all.
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms;
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

- John Keats

Thy Perception

Not blank, nor grey
Yes, there lies a blot
A smudge of ink
On stark-white paper
As does with everybody.
And yet there is a difference;
A variation does exist.
A face, sharp with features,
Best seen in dim radiance,
Transparent with its mysteries...
A mischief brews,
A spark dares to shine
Sheltered in the deep reaches
Of a blackened universe.
Struggling every instant,
To outshine darkness.
Will it succeed?
Mind knows not.
What lies ahead?
Fate tells not.
A few more patches,
Scatter here and there.
Fates makes it tough
Wisdom lends a hand;
Sorrow declares war,
Shrewdness wins it.
Priorities rearrange themselves,
And thus is born,
A Human.

Of verses and lines,
Of phrases and words,
I know nothing.
The perception remains yours.
Think what you might,
For the freedom
Is always yours.

- Me

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To,
An Anonymously Famous puppy,

Though no amount of honour can replace a belly rub,
Here is a little dedication to thine honour

From,
A vampire who strives in your lust for life.
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